Back in the PRC

Back in the PRC. This will be my 6th year teaching out here. Its true what they say, the more things change the more they stay the same. It took me two weeks to figure out a way to climb the Firewall and find a shop that sold real bread.

After a gruelling 30-hour journey I arrived in my new place of residence. Hunan Agriculture University, Changsha, China. I spent part of the morning waiting for a plane in Shanghai, where the sun was shining through the departure lounge windows. But in Changsha the temperature was lower and the sky overcast. Predictably, it rained later. I have always said, I have a strange ability to take the Welsh rain with me wherever I go. Guess I won’t be needing the new Karrimor sunglasses I spunked £22 on.

When I walked through the door of my new apartment the first thing I saw was a dead cockroach, just lying on the floor near the door. It was almost as if it were an offering of some kind, or a welcome gift. My friend Aria came to visit me and help me settle in. Chinese girls are good like that. Especially if they know you have gifts for them, In Aria’s case it was a copy of Filthy Shades of Grey, a book that is undoubtedly not available in China, an I AM SHERLOCKED tee shirt and a bar of Cadbury’s Wholenut.

I woke up the next morning with a cockroach crawling through my chest hair. It was raining outside so I had chocolate and a bottle of milk tea for breakfast, watched a couple of episodes of I Shouldn’t Be Alive (Discovery Channel documentary), then went back to sleep. When I woke up again it was dark. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.

The campus of my new place of residence, Hunan Agricultural University, is absolutely huge. There are thousands upon thousands of students, and countless shops, supermarkets and restaurants. In fact, the campus is probably bigger than most fair-sized European towns and villages. It is situated on the outskirts of Changsha, a city of over 6 million (more than twice the total population of my country) and surrounded by lush green fields, rice paddies, ponds and mile after mile of farm land. Strawberries grow here.

After a couple of days I was called to the university office. I was expecting to collect my new schedule, or maybe have to hand over my passport or other documents. Instead I was given a months salary in cash, told I was going on a weekend trip to a spa in order to experience ‘rural Hunan’ the following week at the request of the local government, and that my classes didn’t actually start for over a month after that. I’ll pick up another month’s salary before I have to do any actual teaching.

Apparently I am teaching freshmen students, which means most of them will be in the 17-19 age group. The freshmen classes always start later than the others because, regardless of their major, for the first six weeks or so of their college / university lives every student, make and female, has to partake in military training. I suspect this is to teach them discipline rather than prepare them for war, but I have never been sure about that. They march and learn songs, and the kids at the nicer universities even get to shoot rifles. The poorer and/or less prestigious universities can’t afford bullets, so they just have to pretend.

My first weekend back in Changsha was eventful. On Saturday one of my friends, Martin, a Canadian, and his Chinese partner Cici got married. Chinese weddings are a blast! The next day there was Orange Island music festival. Chinese music festivals are quite bizarre. You get a very eclectic mixture of acts, from traditional singers to thrash metal and screamo, all on the same bill. I only went to see Architects who didn’t even end up playing in the end. The day after that I went on a trip to an ancient riverside town nearby called Jing Gang, which was beautiful. Strangely for China, it was almost completely deserted. Which only made the elaborate show in the evening, a re-enactment of a battle that took place on the river there 5 or 600 years ago, even more surreal!

It’s difficult sometimes, being in a strange country with limited internet and crap bread, but I wouldn’t change this life for the world.

About cmsaunders

I write stuff. Pretty much any stuff. My fiction and non-fiction has appeared in over a hundred publications worldwide and my books have been both traditionally and independently published. My first book, Into the Dragon's Lair – A Supernatural History of Wales was published back in 2003, and I've worked extensively in the freelance journalism industry, contributing features to numerous international publications including Fortean Times, Bizarre, Urban Ink, Loaded, Record Collector, Maxim, and a regular column to the Western Mail newspaper. I lived in China for over nine years where I taught English at universities in Beijing, Changsha and Guangzhou during my search for enlightenment, before moving back to the UK in January 2013 to work as staff writer on Nuts magazine. Later, I was senior writer on Forever Sports magazine, associate editor at a shortlived title called Coach, and I currently write business news for a trade magazine about the plastics industry. It's far more satisfying than it sounds. My latest fiction releases have been Human Waste (on Deviant Dolls Publications) and X5, my fifth collection of short fiction. I also edit, proofread, ghost write, and drink far too much craft beer. View all posts by cmsaunders

2 responses to “Back in the PRC

  • xue

    orange isle music festivalllllllllll!!! i went there for architects too!!!! but on sunday morning i’ve heard that they canceled the show:( so i didnt go there for the second day, and the bands on saturday were all shitty, lol, disappointed… btw best wishes to you for the new life in Hunan Agriculture University! it’s an awesome place, you’ll like it!


  • Robert Brumm

    Cockroach crawling through my chest hair.

    I’m stealing that for a book title. It’s fucking awesome.


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