Beijing Gringos

We set out for Da Dong Roast Duck Restaurant last night, our second trip in Hugo and Diana’s visit. (Hugo may not be so fond of living ducks, but he loves them on a plate!) When we went inside, we said hello to some other foreigners. They were a camera crew, setting up to film at another table. We watched them for a while until we saw the star.

“Is that Don Fransisco?” Diana asked. “That’s Don Fransisco! I’m in the same room as Don Fransisco!”

Hugo checked with one of the production guys to confirm, but it was true. Don Fransisco, the host of Sábado Gigante, a Saturday variety show on the Spanish channel back home, was interviewing one of the Da Dong chefs.  Diana was completely starstruck. It was hard to understand her with all the squealing and bouncing in her seat, but I think she said he has a singing contest on his show where the Spanish inquisition hauls off the losers.

We were eating and giggling about being in the background of an Unavicion TV show, when we saw that Don Fransisco and his camera crew were on the way over to our table!

Don Fransisco came around and asked us how we’d met each other, where we were from, and what we were doing in Beijing, and so forth. He spoke to Hugo in Spanish, but to the rest of us in English, and then turned to camera to repeat our answers in Spanish. Don Fransisco asked what Stick and I did in China, and then asked “Are you married, or a couple in the modern way?”

“The modern way.” Stick said.

“Yeah, I’m still waiting!” I said, pointing to my ringless finger.

“Still waiting? Get up!” Don Fransisco made Stick get up, and come around to my side of the table, and get down on his knee. There we were, surrounded by the Unavicion crew in a peking duck restaurant, with Stick on one knee saying all the words a girl wants to hear, and then waiting for them to be translated into Spanish! High romance!

Related: Stick’s Sabado Gigante proposal!

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July Showers

We were walking in misty drizzle one evening, when suddenly the skies opened, and drenched us. We ran for emergency shelter in the first place we saw, which happened to be a tiny flower shop. The boys got us each a flower before we ran for the restaurant.

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Working Hard In The Teachers’ Office!

Model posing with Carol and Grace!

Sven shows us blue steel.

He has a lot of modeling experience.

A rare photo of everyone at work.

(Staged, of course)

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Success!

Success!

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Margaritaville, Fish Nation

At first, I don’t think Diana believed me that “margarita” is Chinese for “not beer” but after a rainbow of tasty random cocktails around town, I think she did. These ones are at Fish Nation, a yummy British pub near our hutong house. If you want the kind of margarita with salt and tequila, Mexican Wave is the place to go!

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Second Language Benchmarks

I just had a whole telephone conversation in Chinese!!!

(If a new bottle of water gets delivered to our house today, I must have done it right.)

Edit: Stick realized that I would want photo evidence of me talking the talk, so he snapped this while I was talking.

Note the intense concentration.

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Bye Sven!

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Goodbye Foreigners!

Cup of Cha‘s post called Goodbye Foreign Visitors describes my feelings on the new visa regulations, only more eloquently than I’d put it. This week involved saying goodbye to expat friends, Sven from Tennessee and Christina both left on Saturday.

Any foreigner living in China now will tell you that something weird is going on. Our fellow foreigners are disappearing in great numbers. It as if wild animals are picking them off on their smoggy bike rides to work. Increasingly we feel like Mexicans just inside the American border: looked upon suspiciously, regardless of the legitimacy of our legal status. Perhaps that overstating things, but a lot of people are moving away.

Visas are not being renewed for perpetual tourist and business folks. Some of these de-facto expulsions are legitimate, like people who hang out in China, teaching in a semi-legal status. Others, like business people who are frequent visitors to China, are wrong-headed. The most peculiar trend, and a prominent one at that, is it appears anyone born 1984 or later gets an automatic rejection on new work visas.

Keep reading…

Stick and I are both over the age-25 cutoff, and we both think we’re working for reputable schools who can look after our paperwork… but there are mysterious rumors about the inability to renew working visas a second time, or get an L visa for over 30 days, or switch from one kind to another. From everything I’ve heard, shady visa agents are making money hand over fist, while smaller schools and businesses are losing their foreign employees. Seems like a sad situation if expats who love China are forced to head home while under the table “visa services” make more cash.

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Forbidden City

Can’t be too forbidden if all these foreigners can come in.

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Taxi Rejection

Often I hop into a Beijing taxi, only to get out again when the driver refuses to take me where I want to go. I thought this was a reaction to my bad Chinese but as I understand more and more, I’m stunned by the reasons the drivers refuse to take me.

When we lived in Fengtai, drivers rarely wanted to go from the center of the city out to the boonies. One pulled out a map to make sure I had the address right because no foreigners live that far away.

In downtown Beijing, drivers don’t like to turn around. They’re usally letting me know it’s cheaper for me to walk down the street and cross the overpass and pick up a taxi going the other way, but sometimes they flat out refuse to turn around for me.

Once or a twice a driver has stopped for me, but when I told him my destination, he told me he was about to go off duty. And some other times I didn’t understand the reasons given.

This was a Beijing culture shock, since Yantai drivers would pull death-defying U-turns and shout hello, in hopes of offering me a ride. But taxi rejection has become a pretty common Beijing phenomenom.

The other day, my friends and I flagged down a cab to make a trip to Coldstone ice cream (yes, there’s a Coldstone in Beijing now!). We got in, but got out a moment later. I explained to Hugo and Diana that the cabbie didn’t want to go to Xidan.

Diana looked at me like I was nuts. “What? Why? Did the taxi driver have someplace to go?”

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