Photos of My Weekends

I rarely get time to take out the Canon on the weekdays, so most of the photography I get to do is on the weekends or after work. Here’s a selection from the past few weekends/weeknights.

First, the view from the front porch of my aparthotel–yes, I live next to a smokestack; Welcome to China.

View from the Front Porch

Here’s a weird little self portrait. Don’t read too much into it–I don’t always think I’m trash.

Self-Esteem LOL

I went back to BNU to see Kyle, the Jewish friend who I went to Chabad with. He and I and a few of our friends went to get some dinner and catch up.

Sichuan Shrimp. At a Beijing Roast Duck joint. Go figure.

宫保虾仁

On our way back from dinner, I ran into an old friend. This guy, who I first met back in November of 2009, hangs out at the 小卖部 across the street from the south gate of BNU every night, drinking a beer and smoking and just generally doing what 老北京 do best–teaching the Laowai that cross their paths. Here’s an old crappy iphone 2G photo of him and me from last year.

Every time I see him, I buy him a beer and he teaches me weird Beijing slang. I don’t remember most of it, because it’s usually really obscure, and we’re both usually somewhat inebriated by the time I head back home, but I enjoy talking with him nonetheless. This time I ran into him, and he was trying out a new look:

老北京

I told him I was going to post it up on the internet, and he jokingly got a little worried, thinking that he would be accused of being a 汉奸 (traitor to China) and that he would be 和谐 (‘harmonized’, or, you know, re-educated by the government). I think it’s really cool how he can rock both a very traditional Chinese look, as well as a (minus the glasses) stereotypical American look. 地道北京人,地道badass.

This past weekend I was woken up to some Chinese 老年人, retired Chinese people, singing along to accordion music. I grabbed the camera, threw on a shirt, and went to check it out. I was greeted by this.

老年人唱歌

They were actually pretty entertaining, all pitching in and singing the songs. I listened for a while until I was approached by an older Chinese lady, who proceeded to tell me how the ‘musicians’ I was enjoying were, in fact, talentless hacks, and that if I wanted to hear real music I should head to the nearby park. At least she was honest.

奶奶

Guess how old she is? I couldn’t. Throw a comment in, and I’ll tell you if you’re close.

I chatted with her for the better part of an hour, then got left to get some food, but not before taking this photo, which I really like:

Beijing Hands 01

Finally, I got Kaochuanr adopted. That is a big load off of my shoulders and off of my mind–I’ve been stressing about finding a good home for him since before I left China in June. I went to visit him at the kennel and snapped a few shots of him. It’s amazing how much he’s grown from when I first got him as a furry little nothing:

烤串儿

To when I saw him at the kennel:

Kaochuanr 03

Kaochuanr 02

The kennel was a pretty terrible environment. He was kept in a little cage, surrounded by about 30 dogs, ranging from collies to Huskies, full grown to barely a few weeks old. Dogs of different breeds, genders, ages, and sizes, all with one thing in common: they all wanted a piece of Kaochuanr. I walked in, and they were all staring at him, barking and salivating. But Kaochuanr, always the bum, had realized that he was safe behind bars, and was lounging in his cage like he was at the Bahamas.

I took him home, snuck him in to the apartment (which has a strict no pets rule) gave him a shower to get as much of the ‘dog’ smell off of him as possible, and let him hang out with me for a bit. This is one of the last shots I took of him before I packed him up in his cat carrier for the last time and made him somebody else’s problem. Still lazy and chillaxed as ever.

Kaochuanr 01

I’m going to miss that cat–I raised him from two weeks old, and his laidback, high-tolerance-for-crappiness personality, if I don’t say so myself, is a direct product of how I raised him. The lady who adopted him is from San Francisco, and is milk white, excep that she speaks fluent Mandarin and is married to a Chinese guy and has a happa son. She loves Kaochuanr, and I am sure treats him more kindly than I ever did. Too bad she doesn’t know how much he does indeed love being tormented.

5 Responses to “Photos of My Weekends”

  1. she is 89. and Kaochuan looks better than i thought he would in that cage thing.

  2. The old lady is probably 76. Is the B&W photo of folded hands the hands of the elderly lady?

    BTW, I’m glad you were able to find a happy home for Kaochuanr. He indeed looks pretty chill, despite the crappy conditions of the kennel.

  3. he u,
    nice blog or whatever you call it. i really like china and your stories made me wish to be there too. i worked for 6 month in a china restaurant here in germany and since then i´m really fond of china and it´s culture.
    if i had the money i would take the next flight, really.

    thanks for taking me far away for a few minutes!!!

    have a nice day,

    evi from bavaria

    • foundmeinchina Says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed reading my blog, and even more glad that you were even able to find it! I can tell you that working at a Chinese restaurant in Germany is nothing like actually coming to this country and experiencing it first hand, which is something I recommend you do if you ever get the chance. I love it here, and as far as I can tell, China is the future–it’s a good place to be right now, and will hopefully be a better place to be in the coming years. Check back later, in the coming weeks I will be posting up photos from a few of the trips I have taken this past year.

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