Another long one coming up here, been way too long. I keep finding it harder and harder to sit down and write these things even though its basically my only way of keeping track of where I’ve been these past couple of months. Just seems like time is flying by and the only way to savor it is to enjoy it as much as possible, enough of the softy philosophy and on to the good stuff. Sorry about the scattered writing, pitiable grammar, and general lack of enthusiasm, I promise I will write something funny next time.
I left China somewhere around the 17th of September as what I like to call the “Summer of Class” came to an end. The idea for the “Summer of Class” started with a couple five dollar bottles of white wine and just grew from there. I had figured at some point in my life I would like to know a little bit about wine or at least how to select it. The problem was that the quality of wine available in China has got to be on the low end, where the prices get jacked through the roof because Chinese people like to drink white wine with sprite and red wine with coke. The “Summer of Class” quickly faded into learning all about the cheapest of Chilean and Californian wines within a bike-ride of my house. Thus leading to one of the lease classy summers in a while, I still know nothing about wine, maybe I’ll try again in five years.
My flight back to America went through Tokyo, which I thought was going to be awesome. Turns out Tokyo seemed to be a lot like the rest of Asia. I admittedly was also ready to get out of Asia and was so excited when I was flying out of China that I could barely keep it together. Anyway I got through Tokyo airport and found my seat. As soon as I found that middle seat I realized I had forgotten to register and pick an isle seat. This is arguably one of the most crucial parts to an international flight, especially one of 14 hours length. I found my seat in between to unrelated elderly Japanese people, neither of which spoke English or Chinese.
After I took two melatonin the real fun started. If you’ve never taken melatonin I wouldn’t recommend it. When I took it it literally felt like a sleep vacuum just sucks you into a strange dream world. To put it gently, it makes your dreams strange. Unluckily before I fell asleep I had put on a movie, I think it was Prometheus, so my dreams were filled with strange aliens. Luckily about an hour into the flight, the 75 year old Japanese woman beside me decided that she needed to watch a movie. Her only issue was that she couldn’t read the English on the tv to direct herself to a movie dubbed into Japanese. This is when she helped me wake up with a couple strong nudges. As I sped back towards consciousness my head leaned forward and I jolted awake as I am known to do. This is when I looked at her pointing at the screen and saying “tiki tooka tooka boop boop”. Somewhere half-way between worlds I managed to mash enough buttons on the screen to get something in Japanese. She thanked me with a warm smile, the vacuum turned on again. Two hours later I woke up to the same arm jolt. Buttons mashed, vacuum on again. A couple hours later I awoke to some crinkling paper, this woman didn’t know how to ask for a blanket, so she had gathered all the newspapers and magazines around her and wrapped her legs in them. She woke me up every time her movie ended for the entire flight, probably about 6 times, the last three I was getting the hang of it and she probably saw Beauty and the Beast for at least 6 hours.
Landed in New York and went straight to Brooklyn to my Aunt Janice’s house. These are the times when things get interesting. At this point I had no phone and was pretty sure no one knew when I was actually getting there. I think I probably scared my cousins a little bit when I showed up on the doorstep but these things happen a lot when one travels as carelessly as I do. I think it makes it more interesting.
That weekend was the first of two weddings while I was home. Tarlton and Teale’s wedding on Long Island. Also got to get some serious bro time in. The wedding was super fun and it was awesome to see everybody, it had been way too long.
Made it back on Sunday and hung out in the city for a couple of days before I flew with my grandmother down to North Carolina. We had tons of fun on the plain as my grandmother rather enjoys messing with people’s heads. She also doesn’t like cheezits and tried to make me return a one dollar bag after she ate half of them.
Home was really good, got to hang out in the sun and surf for a week before my sisters wedding, which was also awesome. I would say my only regret was that I didn’t have more time to talk to everyone, it felt like the entire weekend I was just bouncing in an out of conversation with people I felt like I had to catch up on years of conversation with, guess it just goes that way sometimes.
I flew back to China a couple of days later, this time it was sitting in the middle seat between two large French Canadians, one of which had to get up every hour to walk around. My childhood car rides from North Carolina to New York and New Jersey trained me to be able to stay put for ten hours at a time without having to move. This is something I am now happy about, although during training I probably wasn’t smiling. I’ve literally gone entire 12 hour flights without getting up once, this woman was on the window seat and got up every hour. Her very full figure also demanded that me and the guy next to me get up to let her out every hour, and then wait for her to sit back down. I wasn’t really annoyed until the third hour when I saw her slugging beers in the back of the airplane. This is when I employed a hard stink-eye and then a couple hours of fake sleeping hours when she tried to get out. Insensitive…definitely, necessary…yes.
I made it back to Jiaxing in one piece and got back to work. The little Chinese children were somewhat disappointed that I hadn’t brought them iphone5’s but I think they got over it. We cooked some ribs the next week in the park, there are some pictures below.
The next weekend we spotted a Typhoon in the neighborhood and decided to head down to our surf spot thats a couple hours away by bus. We’ve been to this spot a couple of times and the last time I was there I almost drowned. The water comes out of the Qiantang River into the Hangzhou Bay and then down to this tiny island called Zhoushan. The problem is that the water is still so silt-laden that you don’t really float. It’s a strange feeling surfing in water that you just sink in. So the last time we were there I was shredding the gnar in some beastly typhoon waves and lost my board bro, then totally had to swim about 80 yards with 8-10 footers breakin on my skull. But yea, almost drowned that time.
This time the waves were better, it was well overhead and we were the only ones out all day, the only problem was that it was breaking far out so it was an exhausting paddle, and did I mention that you just sink when you fall, that was rough too. Pictures are below.
Annnndd about two weeks after that I got to go hang out in Hong Kong for a couple nights with my cousin and her friend. Hong Kong is really cool if you want to by things, Hong Kong is not real cool if your arm gets infected, your hand blows up, and you have to go to the hospital to get a big shot in your ass (they still do that in China) and a bunch of antibiotics. So yea long story short during a soccer game this guy broke his tooth off in my elbow and I went to the hospital where they gave me stitches over a bucket full of other peoples blood. Surprisingly enough it got infected but now its ok.
Anyway there are all sorts of pictures below, a very small amount of them have people in them, gotta work on subject matter.
And now I need to find a real job. Feel free to email me with any awesome ideas that run through your head.