Back in Wuhan…
… or how I ended up with “Prostitute Pirate Pimp” written on my hand.
I love Bullwinkle style titles.
And I’m back in Wuhan!! The hostel, the people, the re gan mian…man it’s good to be back! How good? I’m trying to get a six month work deal in Taiwan so I can come to Wuhan and work for the six following months. The problem is that the fellow I interviewed with in TW hasn’t returned my last two emails. Now true, the most recent was only 10 hours ago but still..these are working hours. Gave the guy two questions; do you still have a job for me and can I get a six month contract? If there is no job, no matter, I set up in Wuhan (and get fat off veggie buns and local noodles). If I can get a six month contract, cool, I’m here and there doing my business. If they still want me, but only for a full one year, that’s where I hit the dilemma.
But on to the pimps and the whores. Shanghai was much better the second time around. I was healthy, I could do things, I didn’t faint and wasn’t coughing up blood. Given, I didn’t have the company of the unforgettable Forgetter or my Darling Sweed, but I managed to make interesting friends (as always). It’s a bit surprising how quickly soliciting for sex turns into language lessons when I’m sitting in a shopping boulevard and follow up my decline with “chou yan ma?” Yes, I make friends with pimps and whores.
But I make better friends with Hunanese girls. Hence the writing on the hand as I explained my Shanghai escapades to a Hunanese friend of mine. Why write it down? Because I’m soo good at spelling..and studying reading is more emphasized that speaking so seeing a word is helpful.
So Wuhan…time in the hostel, chilling with the kids, visiting friends, long talks with Zhang Laoshi, practicing english and mandarin with Sunshine, amusing myself with the kitten and relaxing on the rocking chair out back.
Next stop is Guangzhou but that’s becoming more and more questionable until this job question gets resolved.
