Nanjing and Hangzhou

Tomorrow I’m taking off for a five-day history class trip to Hangzhou and Nanjing.  My students seem reasonably enthusiastic about the overnight train trip (some of them have already had train adventures traveling over the break) but then most have never had to sleep in the middle bunk with five Chinese businessmen getting drunk and playing cards by flashlight until three in the morning.

(On the other hand, I’ve seen more than a few haggard and weary Chinese business-types eagerly switch out of a berth containing five energetic liuxuesheng playing Uno…although the students are not usually doing so after hours and not (so far as I know) drunk.

We don’t really get to spend that much time in Hangzhou.  It’s an “arrive on Thursday morning/leave on Friday afternoon” situation, but this is the shorter of two Mobile Classrooms (as we call these trips.) The longer ones will happen in April when one group will study the affects of China’s economic development on habitat preservation, air/water quality, and bio-diversity in Yunnan and a second group will travel to Zhongdian (Shangri-La) and then into the mountains of Southwest Sichuan for a two-week class on Tibetan culture.  Those are the epic hauls, this

Random Sunday Musings…

Random thoughts after three weeks on the road…

Back in Beijing and it’s now fall.  Fall is easily the loveliest time of the year here in the city of imperial dust.  Unfortunately, it’s also the shortest season.  How short? Last year I missed it because I had a meeting that afternoon.

Taking advantage of the weather and the holiday, YJ and I trekked over to Haidian Park for the first day of the Modern Sky Festival.  Coolest moment: braving a short cloudburst with 500 or so Chinese hippies as the band Sound Fragment (声音碎片) played onstage and took us through the rain and out the other side into a (rare) gorgeous sunset behind the Western Hills.

Least cool moment: As much as I (and others) like to complain about Chinese crowd behavior on the subway, in the mall, etc. One place where it kind of works is at an outdoor concert with festival seating.  In fact, the real douchebags pushing and shoving their way drunkenly through the crowd are usually the Lao Wai.

(Yeah, I’m looking at you drunk China newbie with the Jägermeister thundersticks shoving your way to the front midway through Second Hand Rose’s set.)

Funniest moment: Douchebag’s

Image of the Week: Young Bicycle Rider in Kashgar’s Old Town

I was taking a picture of the doorway when this young cyclist zipped through the picture. Kashgar, September 2010.

School. Work. Xinjiang.

Just got back from a weekend student mobile learning trip to Hangzhou and Nanjing. Good times as always, but I’ve done that trip about five times now and so the excitement of the road is less than what it used to be.

Fortunately, I’m heading out somewhere I’ve never been before…yep, I’m heading west along the Silk Road for Xinjiang.  The students and I will be taking a train to Xi’an tonight and then on to Lanzhou/Xiahe, Dunhuang, Turpan, Urumqi, before ultimately ending up in the city of Kashgar.

It’s been a busy month or so with research and the first few weeks of school, especially because I begin every semester with a two-week course on “Understanding China” that meets daily for 2.5 hours.  In addition to my usual semester-long course on “Late Imperial China” plus administrative tasks…you can understand why leading a trip of 15 students through the wilds of western China might seem like something of a break from the daily grind.

Image of the Week: Inner Mongolia’s Big Sky Country

Storm clouds rolling through Inner Mongolia's Big Sky Country. Photo taken on Hulunbeir Grasslands, September 2009