17.09.2011 24 °C
Sometimes it would be nice to walk to the shop on a Sunday morning (you're first day of rest in seven days so the chances of your eyes opening fully are very slim) and not have to say hello to every child in the school. It would be nice not to have small babies thrust into your face on the way to the market and have to say Nihao and wave to every single one, and sometimes it would be nice to climb a mountain without people taking photos of the sweaty white people as they climb....however, most of the time I actually do enjoy this attention and will probably feel a huge ego knock, when on my return to England, I blend into the background and no one wants to wave at me in the street anymore.
Yesterday was Saturday. The weekend had finally arrived! However, I woke up at the normal school working hours of 6.45 as we had arranged to meet early with some of the other teachers to go and visit Jiufung Mountain, a mountain just ten minutes away from the school, the top of which is the highest peak in Southern China mountain range.
Despite feeling resentful for the first half an hour of waking that I was being forced from slumber at such an early time on my day off, the trip was completely worth it and a great day was had by everyone. We squashed six of us in a taxi, which apparently is perfectly acceptable as long as you beep your horn plenty of times along the way so that everyone knows you're coming, and drove to the foot of the mountain. A slow walk up, taking lots of photos along the way, and by lunchtime we had reached the middle point, a lovely waterfall, where we stopped to eat and sooth our feet in the cool water.
After lunch, the other girls were ready to walk back down, however Kat and I were eager to climb to the top of the mountain and initially agreeing to see the others at the bottom, they became swayed by our adventerousness and when we called them when we reached the top, they were on their way up too! The climb to the top started off as a nice steady incline, however with just 1km to go it suddenly became very steep and a lot of hard work. Seeing small children on their way back down though and a woman infront of me powering on in high heels, there was no way I could not do it.
It was very hot but the view from the top was worth it as well as the feeling of satisfaction. We had a bit of a rest before the others made it up to, knowing that we were already there as they had asked on their way up "Have the foreigners made it yet?", to which everyone on their way down knew the reply! Oh how famous we are....
Walking back down was hard work too as my legs started to turn to feel very wobbly, but we took it slowly and had a few well deserved rest stops along the way.
By the time we got back home, I could have easily got straight into bed, however Kat and I forced ourselves into town and went for dinner at an outside restaurant that we have started to become regulars at. Dirty tables on a dirty street but the tastiest noodles, where on arrival you are handed a basket which you put in everything from the fridge that you want in your noodles, place in the basket and within ten minutes, you are eating your wonderful creation. All for about £2....
Today, I have so far spent Sunday doing what Sundays were made for; generally doing nothing. Reality will return later on however as lesson planning must commence for tomorrow as well as a lovely two hour private tutoring lesson which was impossible to turn down or make up a good excuse for.
Peace out dudes.