So remember that morning typhoon I wrote about in the last post? Forget about it. That was nothing compared to what happened later that night.
When we left school, our manager Fiona told us to be careful because the wind was very bad. We all laughed it off, thinking it was nice of them to still be overly concerned for their wide eyed and always confused foreign teachers. But when we got outside, it was a different story all together.
There were apparently class 10 hurricane winds blowing snow and ice everywhere, not to mention pieces of buildings and signs. Oh... and people. One of my coworkers saw people being blown down the street on their asses trying to grab on to anything they could.
All we had to do was walk from the school to the bus stop right down the street. Of course the "all we had to do" part was a joke. It was so crazy that it was more funny than scary, and it only got worse once we got off the bus by our apartments.
Of course we realized that if we wanted to eat anything we'd need to go out, so imagine eight foreigners huddled in a private room of a hole in the wall restaurant in china while gale winds are blowing the door in.
Food was great though. Interesting aside: despite all the talk of "Chinese food in China won't be the same" they make GREAT Kung Pow Chicken here.
When we left school, our manager Fiona told us to be careful because the wind was very bad. We all laughed it off, thinking it was nice of them to still be overly concerned for their wide eyed and always confused foreign teachers. But when we got outside, it was a different story all together.
There were apparently class 10 hurricane winds blowing snow and ice everywhere, not to mention pieces of buildings and signs. Oh... and people. One of my coworkers saw people being blown down the street on their asses trying to grab on to anything they could.
All we had to do was walk from the school to the bus stop right down the street. Of course the "all we had to do" part was a joke. It was so crazy that it was more funny than scary, and it only got worse once we got off the bus by our apartments.
Of course we realized that if we wanted to eat anything we'd need to go out, so imagine eight foreigners huddled in a private room of a hole in the wall restaurant in china while gale winds are blowing the door in.
Food was great though. Interesting aside: despite all the talk of "Chinese food in China won't be the same" they make GREAT Kung Pow Chicken here.
Anyways, after dinner and a few TsingTaos, it was time to make the trek back to our apartments.
The short walk back was made a bit more exciting by the fact that the apartment complex was basically one giant iced over wind tunnel. The best way to sum this all up is that there is nothing cooler than having to hold on to a wall so you don't get blown away, while yelling at your friend to stay down after she got knocked off of her feet, and watching another friend get blown into a truck.
Straight out of a movie, straight from DaLian, China.
- Shawn
3 comments:
Um yeah ok global warming at its finest. Sounds great. But good to hear that the food is good.
1) I thought there were only 5 classes of hurricanes. Are the Chinese ahead of us there too? We gotta catch up, man.
2) Have you figure out who General Tso is yet, and why his chicken is so damn tasty?
whoa whoa, i lost my train of thought for obvious reason's seeing my kenny equivalent all up on this..anyways..
LaDain sounds like a cool name..
and quit being weak... that wind is nothing... it'll probably be tougher to eat the food than deal with the wind.. i've done it all..wait, i always get confused.. basically, i'm strong (bad) you're weak
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