Finding Myself in China: With the official greetings over, we were presented with a variety of performances from local artists and international guests, including an American man and his family. This family presented a narrative from a Gospel about the birth of Jesus, and then went on to present some musical renditions of Christmas Carols. Another foreigner, who performed a Chinese fan dance, was Helen, a Ukrainian with an American Accent. She is also an English teacher in Dong He District Baotou. We chatted for a little while at the end of the night. The other performances included an Arabian - Chinese dance performed by a group of girls balancing rice bowls while they gyrated around the place. They were all young and beautiful and adept in their craft.
Celebrating Christmas 2010 in Baotou City Inner Mongolia
This article was originially published on Dec 25, 2010 in my column at Magic City Morning Star News. Since quite a number of my articles there have never been published at Kingscalendar, I am in 2013 attempting to rectify that. The events in this story take place 15 months after walking out on my first private school employer in Baotou. - R.P. BenDedek
The Communist Chinese Leave Christ in Christmas.
Baotou Government Throws a Party
Well, today is Christmas day, so I thought I might share with readers my experience of Christmas in Baotou at the Foreign Affairs Department Christmas Party for Foreign Guests. I must first apologize for the quality of the photographs, some of which were lifted from videos I took on my camera. The lighting was such that my normal setting for photographs [sports action] would only produce dark photos. I had to use the 'night' setting, which is a difficult thing since one is supposed to be very still when photographing. It was hard to be motionless.
Officials doing their official duties welcoming guests etc.
I was advised at the beginning of the week that I was to dress 'formal' for the occasion. This meant that I had to stitch the rip in my suit trousers and sew on that missing bottom button on my suit coat. I then had to put on a shirt. Since I don't have an iron, that meant that I had to wear a wrinkled shirt, so I decided that I had better wear the striped black one. Since I only have one bright blue striped tie with me at the moment, the necessary combination wasn't a pretty sight. But this is China! It doesn't matter! It is not important! Do not worry! (Fortunately I was able to cover the tie with my scarf!)
Around 4pm Thursday 23rd I got a call telling me that I should be at the office of our local school at 5pm and being the obedient son that I am, I turned up on time. I should have known better! Nothing runs on time here.
So there I was awaiting the school owner, who turned up 20 minutes late wearing a tracksuit. Very formal indeed! Then we waited for the arrival of someone who eventually didn't show up, and which then required Mr. Wang to substitute. Mr. Wang is a young man and he clearly was not too impressed to be going. It doesn't matter! It's not important! Then something happened as a result of a telephone call and there was some problem. This required further 'warm' discussion that went on for ages. At 6pm I went outside for a cigarette and then suddenly we were off to the party.
(That's me with Leo Wang who really did not want to go to the party)
The party was held in the WanHao hotel in Gantie Dajie Kunqu Baotou. It is the equivalent of the Ritz. I guess I should have taken some photos of it. Never thought about that! When we entered the banquet hall, the official speeches were already under way and we made our way to our table, where we were greeted by three Chinese Americans, a Japanese man who is a director of the Rare Earth Company; and his translator. Later we were joined by two young people from Mongolia - the country. They were interesting people, speaking quite a number of languages including, Japanese, Mongolian, Chinese, English and a little Russian.
(Assembled Guests in the Ballroom)
(The cultural history of China is diverse - especially in Inner Mongolia - and so were the performances)
With the official greetings over, we were presented with a variety of performances from local artists and international guests, including an American man and his family. (Sorry! I forgot his name, but he is a teacher in one of the universities.) This family presented a narrative from a Gospel about the birth of Jesus, and then went on to present some musical renditions of Christmas Carols. Another foreigner, who performed a Chinese fan dance, was Helen, a Ukrainian with an American Accent. She is also an English teacher in Dong He District Baotou. We chatted for a little while at the end of the night. (A photo of her appears in the article on Nanhai Park.) The other performances included an Arabian - Chinese dance performed by a group of girls balancing rice bowls while they gyrated around the place. They were all young and beautiful and adept in their craft.
(Helen and her Friend doing their routine with and in front of their Chinese fans)
(American Family Christian act probably would not have been permitted in the USA. No problems doing it in Communist China though.)
Between performances I got to talk to the various guests at my table. The youngish Japanese Director did speak a little English, but apparently not quite enough to understand me. I was trying to relate a story about a Japanese teacher with whom I worked in Suzhou, but he was very confused and misunderstood me. Thinking that it would be better to get his Chinese translator to tell him in Japanese, I said to him:'I will tell your translator the story and she can tell you in Japanese.'
As the words came out of my mouth, the three Chinese Americans burst out laughing, and it was only then that I realized that I had just made my announcement in Chinese. It was quite funny and when the translator told the Japanese man what I had done, he too laughed at me.
The story itself was quite simple. There was a time in Suzhou when the Japanese teacher was coming up the stairs as I was going down the stairs to class. I was in quite a hurry. When we ran into each other I said: "Arigato Gazeimas." He laughed and replied: "Ohio Gazeimas." For those who don't know the difference, I had said: 'Thank You!' He laughed and said: 'Good morning!' Such is the fun when speaking a foreign language.
Relating this reminds me that last week I had two hilarious encounters at school. The first involved a 7 year old boy who was supposed to read from the book and say: 'I have SIX lessons on Tuesday.' He mispronounced 'Six' and said 'Sex.' I had to temporarily leave the classroom. In another class some teenagers were having trouble saying: 'I like to fight,' with several saying: 'I like to FAT.' I spent some time working on their pronunciation until finally I was satisfied that they were near the mark. Then I tested each one of them. We were all doing quite well until one girl announced: 'I like to -----[break wind].' The students thought it hilarious to watch a foreigner doubled over in hysterics and thought it even funnier when it was explained what the girl had said. Learning foreign languages can be such fun!
Anyway, back to the party. As usual, there were a variety of seafood dishes served, none of which I can eat [thank God I ate before I went there], but the presentation was wonderful and the Chinese guests thoroughly enjoyed the meal, and I enjoyed the tea and the Red Wine.
The performances continued throughout dinner. There was one couple who performed some traditional 'high pitched' song. When the female started singing, I was reminded of one of the sections of 'Letters of a Shanghai Griffin', in which the writer (who lived in Shanghai in the 19th Century) relates how as he was eating, a girl approached him and then promptly had a screaming fit. He was both shocked by the incident and concerned for her medical well being, but it quickly became apparent that he was the only one at table to be so. He had mistaken Chinese singing for an epileptic fit.
The Shrill Voices on the Left - a wonderful western style professional on the right
Already aware of this style of singing, I was not alarmed by the young lady's performance, but when the man finally opened up his mouth to sing, I nearly fell off my chair. Thinking that he would be singing baritone or something similar, I was shocked when he sang at a very 'forceful' high pitch. I don't mean that he sang like a woman. (Like the performer at the Christmas Party at the YanFu Hotel YanCheng) He just shrieked at high pitch. One just had to marvel at the training necessary to achieve that.
We were also entertained by a Man dressed in Traditional Mongolian garb and who sang Mongolian songs in Chinese. He was quite impressive not only in looks, but in vocal ability, and I for one just love Mongolian songs. I have quite a collection of them actually, but unfortunately, my computer no longer allows me to play CD's, and nor does it let me listen to the sound on the videos I took of the performances. When the performances were ended, we were officially informed that the party was over, but invited to hang around and get to know people. I managed to catch up with a friend from the Foreign Affairs Office, as well as introduced myself to Helen the Ukrainian performer.
(Wonderful performances all round)
Eventually my boss told me that we would be going, and so I left. Before being dropped off at my apartment, I was handed the stuffed toy which the Government gave each of us as a Christmas gift, and informed that next year my boss expected me to be one of the performers. I looked at him and smiled. Such a polite smile it was. A thoroughly politically correct smile that hid the knowledge of my plans for next year.
Stepping out into the freezing cold, I bid my boss and my friends a good night and Merry Christmas, and went home to snuggle up all by myself in my nice warm bed.
Today, as you celebrate Christmas, I shall be busy at work.
Eventually we piled in the bus and headed back to civilization. The Chinese guests did what all Chinese do on trips - they fell asleep. On our way back to Baotou via the airport at Dong He from whence the paying tourists were departing by air for Suzhou, we stopped for gas. Taking the opportunity, I headed off for the public restroom where I hoped to do two things. The first you can guess at and the second was to have a cigarette. One of the other tourists decided to follow me and entered about 30 seconds after me. As he walked in (and this guy could not speak any English), the guy loudly exclaimed in English: "Holy shit!" And that just about sums up for you what many a public toilet in China is really like.
With the official greetings over, we were presented with a variety of performances from local artists and international guests, including an American man and his family. This family presented a narrative from a Gospel about the birth of Jesus, and then went on to present some musical renditions of Christmas Carols. Another foreigner, who performed a Chinese fan dance, was Helen, a Ukrainian with an American Accent. She is also an English teacher in Dong He District Baotou. We chatted for a little while at the end of the night. The other performances included an Arabian - Chinese dance performed by a group of girls balancing rice bowls while they gyrated around the place. They were all young and beautiful and adept in their craft
My 'less than trusting' Chinese friends (currently scattered far and wide throughout China), are not so excited. They tell me that not only are private schools well known for their abuse of and cheating both foreign and National teachers, but one should not trust a Chinese boss to keep his word. While in fact no one has actually informed me that I will be paid overtime, the provision is in my contract and I don't see how it can be 'forgotten.' I doubt that the franchisee could ever have become such an illustrious business woman (She has businesses in China and in Canada) had she not been an ethical manager
Parks and Gardens in Inner Mongolia: Expats Watering Hole: International Visitors to Baotou have a lot to see within the city. Ba Yi Park is Located in Kunqu District Baotou City Inner Mongolia which is in the west of the City. It occupies a block in the middle of Minzu Xi Lu (East), Gangtie Dajie (North), Linyin Lu (West), and Qingnian Lu (South). In the West it is located on the last intersection (Gangtie Dajie and Linyin Lu - Northwest Entry) before the Underground Mall, the Walking Street and the Baobai and Victory Hall Shopping Plazas.
Expats in Baotou City: Where to Eat in Baotou: The Seven Pizza bar is located on the 1st floor (western description). It is located just one block from the Main Road Gangtie Dajie and LinYin Road. That intersection also forms the North West Gate to Ba Yi Park. It's not an Up market Joint, and nor is it one of those places where the Chinese stare at the foreigner like he is a monkey in a zoo. It's a 'home away from home' place for foreigners.
Nanhai Park is in Dong He in Baotou. Dong He is just one part of Baotou and lies to the east. It can be reached from Qingshan and Kunqu Districts by cathing the No. 10 or No. 5 bus. It's about a 30 minute fast trip from Qingshan and a little longer from Kunqu.Now although we don't know and don't care why this dragon was in the water, we were interested to travel over to this little island you see in the next photo. We were only interested until we saw the boat ride prices! We live here and earn Chinese rmb. We are too poor to spend that sort of money. As I am often heard to say to Chinese who want me to spend up big' 'Hey! I am a foreigner. I am not Chinese! I am not rich!'
I have spent most Chinese New Years in the villages of Heng Ji and Fengkou in Hong Hu city in Hubei. Last New Year I was in Australia and now I am in Baotou. I have to admit that I prefer to watch the fireworks in the dark countryside, but it has nevertheless been an interesting experience tonight.
For those who regularly follow my adventures in China, it may come as a surprise to know that I have returned to work in Baotou in Inner Mongolia. For those who don't follow my adventures, the reason that some people would be surprised to hear that I have returned to Baotou is related to the rather serious events that occurred last May.
Not long before I left Baotou in early 2010, my friend Arnold (Chaolu) took me for a visit to his home village and gave me a look at some local scenery. I could probably tell a story about our trip, but it would mainly involve the difficulties encountered with Chinese Transport. Therefore there is no real story here, just a glimpse of the area out past Lin He, northwest of Baotou. Chaolu has for years taken foreigners on private tours of the grasslands but is now in the process of establishing a tour company called "Tournmg" (Tour Nei Menggu)
11pm, I was sitting in my little room updating articles for my website. My door was open, (to allow ventilation), and I could hear someone in the hallway jabbering away on their mobile phone. Then I heard a noise at my door, and looked up. Standing in the doorway was a middle-aged Chinese woman, in pink flannel pajamas staring at me. I looked at her; she looked at me. Before I could say anything, she said: 'Oh! You are a foreigner!'
The interesting thing about the ride is that as the train leaves each station, a uniformed attendant salutes the departing train. At night, people dance, talk, roller scate etc. An Island blocks the view to the ocean. The sculpture of the boy is urinating
Arriving at the Hotel at 7 pm, we booked in to once again find ourselves faced with a room with one queen sized bed in it. Again we insisted and received a twin room. We stayed at the JinHui hotel which you can find listed at www.ctrip.com. It is located at LuoHu (lor - who) and is 2 minutes walk from the cargo vehicle border crossing into Xiang Gang (Hong Kong).
The Hong Kong Hotel was located in a back street, about 10 minutes from the Bund. We spent two days in the area before taking the train to HangZhou, where we spent a couple of days exploring 'West Lake'; and visiting "Shaoxing" about which I have already written at Magic City. The photos contained in this file are nothing spectacular, but for those who have never been to Shanghai, or never been to China, they might offer some insights.
After years of living in China, I finally got around to organizing a trip to Tibet. I was due to pay for the trip at the End of June and I was to go in October during the Chinese National Holiday. If you have been wondering why the Chinese Government put a ban on foreigners going to Tibet, then now you know the reason. It was to stop me! Alleyways and Streets are more narrow than the canals in Xitang Town ZheJiang. Once we cleared the bars it quieted down. Now this is where I point out why the title of this article has 'Clown' in it.
The Fairy Island on the Lake Taihu. which used to be called the Three-Mount Island, is a group of well-known islands and islets in the famou s scenic spot of Lake Taihu.it lies in the lake, and is 2. 0 kilometers away from the Turtle Head Peninsual, which is in the northeast shore. The entire islands are made up of the islets such as Daji, Xiaoji, Dongya, Xiya, with a total area of 12 hectares. (From a Sign at Taihu.)
Beijing (Note: Chiara Braccagni's articles are in both English and Italian)
A una di queste chiamate, ci fermiamo a fianco a una coppia di giovani. Non solo i due incauti avevano diversi sacchetti, ma portavano con sé anche una torta. Dopo varie discussioni con la bigliettaia perché la torta nel pulmino proprio non ci stava, provano ad aprire il finestrino e a passarla alla ragazza seduta di fronte a Justine. Visto che non riuscivano a spostare il vetro, sporgendomi, faccio alla bigliettaia: "Lo faccia passare da qui" (okkei, va bene, ho detto solo "da qui," il resto della frase era sottinteso!). Io, anima ingenua, credevo che una volta saliti i due giovani avrebbero trovato il modo di riprendersi la torta. E invece no! Mi sono fatta una decina di chilometri di strada sterrata con una torta gelato sulle ginocchia! E giusto per renderla ancora più precaria, era una torta a due piani con complesse decorazioni, tra cui un drago giallo con occhi e baffi di cioccolata. Avevo il terrore di spetasciarla. A questo punto, però, ridevamo da non riuscire più a respirare.
Built in 1406-1420, The Imperial Palace, popularly known as the Forbidden City, was the permanent residence of the Emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It's buildings are divided into two parts. The front part, or the 'outer court,' consists of Tai He Dian Hall, Zhong He Dian Hall and Bao He Dian Hall, which are taken as it's main body, plus Wen Hua Dian Hall and Wu Ying Dian Hall, which are taken as it's two wings, Where the Emperor held important ceremonies
Since 2004 he has been writing academic articles, social commentaries and photographic 'Stories from China' both here at KingsCalendar, and formerly as a contributing columnist at Magic City Morning Star News (Maine USA) where from 2009 to 2015 he was Stand-in Editor. He currently has a column at iPatriot.com and teaches English to Business English and Flight Attendant College Students in Suzhou City Jiangsu Province People's Republic of China.)
BenDedek originally created the site to publicize his research results into the Chronology of Ancient Israel. Those results were published under the title: 'The King's Calendar: The Secret of Qumran.' Whilst there have been many attempts to solve the chronological riddle of the Bible's synchronisms of reigns of the kings of Israel and Judah and their synchronism with other Ancient Near Eastern Nations, no other research is based on a simple mathematical formula which could, if it is incorrect, be disproved easily. To date, no one has been able to dismiss the mathematical results of this research.
Free to air Academic articles set forth Apologetics for and results of his discovery of an "artificial chronological scheme" running through the Bible, Josephus, the Damascus Documents of the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Seder Olam Rabbah. Check the Chapter Precis Page to see details of each chapter and to gain access to the Four Free to Air Chapters
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Definition: King's Calendar Chronological Research
The Premise: Between the 5th and 3rd centuries BCE (but continuing down to at least 104 BCE), Sectarian redactors transcribed the legitimate 'solar year' chronological records of Israel and Judah, into an artificial form, with listed years as each comprised of 12 months of 4 weeks of 7 days, or 336 days per year, thus creating a 13th artificial year where 12 solar years existed.
When the Synchronous Chronological Data provided in the Books of Kings and Chronicles for the Divided Kingdom Period are measured in years of 336 days, the synchronisms actually align. [Refer to Appendix 5. to see how it synchronises the Divided Kingdom Period]