Sunday, November 30, 2008

Goodbye Hanoi!


We’ve really enjoyed our time here in Hanoi but its time to move along. We’re headed for the old imperial capitol of Hue. We’ll also visit Hoi An and Da Nang on our way to HCMC / Saigon and the end of the program!

[Below: our last lunch at the Hanoi Luxury Hotel!]




[Below: hotel owner Tony “No Problem!” Hoang and few of his new friends]

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Further reflections on Hanoi, excursion to Ha Long Bay

This last week found many of the students gathered around their computers (old-fogy professors watched CNN) to follow the Tea Fire in Santa Barbara that burned 100+ homes and threatened the foothills behind the Rivera. Several students on the trip had family and friends living in the threatened area and we watched the news carefully online to allay our fears for our homes. Fortunately to our knowledge, none of our homes were burnt.
[Below: Tea Fire…damn. We’ve missed the financial meltdown and now the fire. We’ll be coming home to a different country. Weird.]


Meanwhile, here on the other side of the world…

It’s been an interesting time here in Hanoi. Following this last week, classes have reached their denouement, with finals lurking just around the proverbial corner. Amidst the frantic rush to finish all necessary studying, we’ve been enjoying individual exploratory adventures around the city.
[Below: Hanoi, a city of lakes…beautiful!]


In particular, the Old Quarter of Hanoi is most accommodating to foreigners, where tourists in sandals & socks can be found looking confused and wearing fanny packs. Even though most of us have a…difficult time speaking Vietnamese (at all), we’ve still grown adept at detecting tourist traps of all kinds. Everywhere there are shops and roadside vendors who sell a variety of wares, most of them targeted to the tourist: cultural souvenirs, statues, t-shirts (such as “Tin-Tin in Vietnam,” which I find at least mildly remarkable), art, old propaganda posters, etc.
[Below: Hanoi, Old Quarter]


If you have anything particular in mind to buy, then you should definitely shop around, as what shopkeepers have in their stock tends to be widely available. The shopkeepers seem much less willing to bargain here in Hanoi than in China, so one must be persistent when negotiating a price. That being said, if you are wise, you will still be able to get items for much cheaper than in the U.S.
[Below: Sage being measured for a custom-tailored suit]


To rest after being worn out from buying tourist goodies, there are tons of restaurants to choose from in the Old Quarter that are specifically geared towards Western tourists. Restaurants can offer anything from traditional Vietnamese food to hamburgers and pizza, and generally everything in between. The Irish pubs have provided a good bit of recreation as well. As an afterthought, or at times, a primary objective, we also visited bars/clubs in Hanoi, which tend to be equally as variable in theme and quality as the restaurants. These places are the best locations for communing with other travelers in the region, since they provide comfortable forums within which to initiate conversation. We definitely recommend Dragonfly, Finnegan’s, and Roots, all located in the Old Quarter. One should note that many restaurants, and all shops, will close down before eleven, so it is best to accommodate for these constraints when planning to go out.
[Below: View from our hotel]


The planned trip for this week was a visit to Hanoi University, where the staff and students facilitated a viewing of a Vietnamese movie about the aftermath of the Vietnam War (or, more appropriately, the American War in Vietnam).


The trip started in the afternoon with a bus ride to the campus of Hanoi University. Upon arrival, we were met by Professor Minh and his associates, who welcomed the group warmly. Shortly after arrival we were shuffled off to a conference room, where we were introduced formally to the Professor and to the Vietnamese students who had also come to the meeting.


The movie we were to watch was called “Living in Fear,” and after a few minor technical difficulties, we were able to view it. It was a fascinating, if slow-moving film, that depicted the life of one man after the war, and how he stumbled into the dangerous profession of mine sweeping. (The US dropped more tonnage of bombs on Vietnam during the war than all the allies dropped in WWII combined.) It was both fascinating and incredibly sad to watch: the business of war had become normalized after the country had been entrenched for so long. However, it was also a testament to the strength of the Vietnamese (and, on a wider scale, humans as a species), who persevered after they had lost everything by using anything and everything they had at their disposal to make a living.

[Below: Halong Bay]


On a lighter note, this weekend was our much looked-forward to trip to Ha Long Bay (East of Hanoi on the coast). At the harbor, we were shocked to see the plethora of rag-tag and aged boats with tourists coming and going everywhere. Despite their apparent lack of seaworthiness (don’t worry Mom, we were safe the whole time!) we left the dock and headed out into the bay for some lunch served on the boat.


The boat pushed across the bay and the islands came into sight through the haze, where we docked on an island where there is a UNESCO cave that was shockingly well maintained. And by well maintained, we mean it looked like a more colorful version of the Pirates of the Caribbean cave from Disneyland. The second cave further back was less psychedelically lit. After hopping back on the boat, we navigated a seemingly impossible maze of islands and inlets and rock formations jutting out of the water.
[Below: exiting Sung Sot cave]


We passed floating villages in-between the islands (yes entirely floating towns) and made it to Cat Ba Island where we were set upon by aggressive vendors trying to sell us beer and water and chips. These ladies were persistent and did not take no for an answer, remember, its best just to avoid eye contact because once you start talking to them, they persevere till you leave.

[Below: Cat Ba City]


We took a 30 min bus ride across the island to a sheltered little bay that was jammed with fishing boats and had a ring of high buildings bordering the shore. Our group was excited to go to a nearby beach, and our tour guide took us on a short walk to an even smaller “bay” with a pristine beach. Even though it wasn’t sunny and it was late in the day, we donned our bathing suits and ran into the surf like kids.


Most of us hadn’t seen the ocean since Weihai, in China and even then, the water had been cold. The water where we were was really nice and warm and almost the whole group went out into the water and hung out in the surf, trying to body surf, horseplaying and racing each other.

It was nice to unwind and have fun after all our studying and crowded life in the urban city. After heading back in the dark, we had dinner and headed out separate ways for the evening.

[Below: dusk in Cat Ba City]



Despite our being on what seemed like a relatively small, isolated, unpopulated island, our group found bars and clubs and the relaxation continued, often assisted by overpriced drinks.

The next morning, after an unnecessarily early wake up call, we had some breakfast then got on the bus to head back to the docks on the other side of the island.

We left our Jurassic Park-looking island on the way back to Ha Long, a lot of us lounged on the roof of the boat and took in what little sun there was to be had. The usual suspects could be found playing cards en masse and some of us just napped or caught up on studying.


It was nice to be able to relax outside with no obligations or duties and just to unwind in our own ways. A plot to jump over the side of the boat so we could have one last swim was thwarted. As we were docking at Ha Long harbor our boat was rear ended by another - hard enough to make people lose their balance, but it was just another typical day in paradise!

A tasty lunch brought us up to par and we headed out for the beach again. Some of us went swimming, but most of us just lay in the sun or played Frisbee.

We reluctantly got on the bus to head home to Hanoi. Funny how wherever you’re staying becomes home. With all the conveniences and friends we have together, whatever hotel we’re staying in feels like home.
[Below: back “home” to Hanoi]


Even though our little weekend excursion was far too short, most of us had fun and enjoyed our time. As with almost everything on this trip so far, we wished we could have done it for longer, but were grateful to have done it at all. As we get settled back here in Hanoi and prepare for our final exams, we were all sadly sneaking glances at our calendar as the end of the trip approaches. Many of us miss home, but everyone has had wonderful experiences full of new friends and new food and new sights and sounds. At the risk of sounding cliché, it seems like only yesterday we were in pre-departure wondering what Asia would be like – well, now that we know most of us want to stay here longer or come back…if you’re reading this and haven’t been here, we highly recommend it, it’s an experience not to be missed.

[Below: settling in for the final lecture of 2008 China-Vietnam Study Abroad]

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Nam Dinh Province; a trip to the countryside



This past weekend the SBCC Study Abroad China & Vietnam group experienced a wonderful and insightful trip to the coastal province of Nam Dihn where the beauty of rural Vietnam and its local people was made evident to us. We danced with local villagers on Saturday night in the community center and by Sunday morning we were on a cruise through Xuan Thuy National park. It’s a pity that the trip was so short, but we made every moment worthwhile.

[below: a few of the many children of Giao Xuan village]

The excursion started off early Saturday morning around the ungodly hour of 7 A.M. (little did we know what time we’d be waking up the next day) but the groggy eyes of fellow classmates at breakfast slowly turned into happy, chattering faces as the food hit the tables. As the clock struck 7:15 A.M., we grabbed our packs and waited out on the street for our bus to arrive. The warm air of another gorgeous day in Vietnam surrounded us with excitement. The bus finally arrived at 7:30 A.M. and everyone piled on, hoping to catch another couple hours of rest. The bus ride was a sleepy one and lasted about four and a half hours though the stormy weather made the ride a bit hectic at certain points. We eventually reached our first stop, a Bonsai tree farm just inside Nam Dihn province. The trees, which are the main export of the town, were everywhere. There were trees of every shape and size, each with its own unique charm. As we left the farm we passed an elementary school where we were greeted with curious looks from the mob of children who were heading home for their lunch break. Their inquiring stares made me wonder if they had ever seen Westerners before. The second Bonsai tree farm we visited had an array of elaborate trees - some spiky and others small - that were grown into designs that resembled miniature villages. Afterwards, we got back onto the bus and set out towards our final destination, the village of Giao Xuan near Xuan Thuy National park.

Upon arrival at Giao Xuan we assembled at the village community center to meet our host families, claim our bikes for the day, and get further instructions.
[below: Andrew S., Anthony, Kevin E. , and Russell – “Hells’ Angels”]


After lunch, which consisted of local seafood and plentiful greens, we took a bicycle ride over the dikes that surrounded the local aquaculture of the Red River Delta. We learned about the village economy and how the fruit of the sea was their main source of income.
[below: Sam and Sean C. at the sea wall overlooking Giao Xuan’s aquaculture mudflats]


Later, on our way to take a tour of the “alcohol house” (the house in which the villagers produced their rice wine), we were chased by children of the village who screamed excited “hellos” and we raced them to our destination.
[below: the infamous “Alcohol House.”]


After our tour of the village and the surrounding countryside we broke up into groups of three or four and spent the evening with our host families. Dinner that night consisted of cheers and celebration, as well as difficult but memorable communication between ourselves and our host families. We settled onto the floor of the village homes for meals of rice and fresh clams.

After dinner we reconvened at the community center where a festival of traditional Vietnamese dance and music was performed for us.
[below: villagers in traditional dress after their dance performance]


After a presentation in which boys and girls performed a classic dance, the SBCC students were invited onto the floor to participate. The villagers clapped large, painted rods in a rhythmic fashion on the floor so that the students and accompanying Vietnamese dancers had to leap across them as they danced. It was a great evening.
[below: the students wanted to post a photo of Dr. Mooney dancing at the Giao Xuan village traditional culture demonstration but he looked like a total idiot so the editor has wisely chosen to suppress said image.



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We woke around 5 A.M. (!) the following morning to tour the local aquaculture in and around the vast, half-submerged mangrove forest near the village. As we biked in the pitch-black darkness of the morning back towards the community center we noticed that the villagers were already waking to begin work. Women had begun to chop sugar cane and were arranging their tools for the rice paddies, where they would work all day. It was still dark when we boarded two fishing boats for a ride through the mangrove forest of Xuan Thuy National park, a habitat that supports thousands of migratory birds, among other mammals.
[below: on the Xuan Thuy National park delta]


Just before sunrise our boats slid further and further through the forest until, finally, we left the mangroves behind and drifted into the wide, open waters of the delta where slender bamboo pillars held up a multitude of small wooden structures spread across the delta. These were temporary houses that the clam farmers used while they harvested. The site was beautiful - if not perfect - in visual brilliance: the rising sun slowly painted the sky pink and orange while hundreds of these strange bamboo huts hovered above the calm morning water. There were twenty of us to a boat, two boats total, and hundreds of pictures.


After our boat tour of the national park and a breakfast of rice porridge and bananas, the group proceeded to lend a hand to the locals by helping to plant flowers along the road. We shoveled, hoed, raked and plotted while old local farmers and young boys stood around laughing at our efforts until they showed us how to do the planting correctly. When we left about one hundred feet of seeds rested in the soil, waiting to bloom.
[below: Sean C., Forrest, and Brianna planting on the delta-side of the sea wall outside Giao Xuan village]


On the whole, our weekend excursion was eye opening in more ways than one. We left with a new foundation - a novel understanding of a group of people with less money, less industry. It made us think twice about the possessions and customs that we value most at home. Seeing so many children running around the village playing in complete bliss despite their material poverty was really enlightening for us to witness since we are so dependent on our luxuries and entertainment. The rewarding breath of fresh air that many of us gained while spending the weekend in Nam Dihn was from respectful hospitality and camaraderie. It was a great thing to see a culture with fewer luxuries able to sustain a lifestyle while welcoming us with so much generosity.

[below: Mary, our extraordinarily helpful colleague Phuong, Risa, and Sean C. in Giao Xuan]


- Forrest J., Brek W., Sean C., Risa H., Sam L., Briana P., Kevin W.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Truc Bac Lake / John McCain

[below] This memorial on Truc Bac Lake commemorates the spot where U.S. Naval aviator John McCain was captured after being shot down on a raid over Hanoi on 26 October 1967. Our hotel is in the background on the far side of the lake.


[below] McCain being pulled from Truc Bach Lake, 26 October 1967

Monday, November 10, 2008

Hanoi


With the rains and floods in Hanoi finally subsiding, we are able to explore the city in more depth. The people are friendly as you walk by and the children laugh and point at the strange foreigners walking through their neighborhoods. The local street vendors hawk their wares, calling out to you from across the street “hello hello cheap food, good price!” Whether you’re looking for fresh fruit or a new cell phone, the Vietnamese are more than happy to accommodate you. Just walking up and down the street, the sounds and smells are enough to make you want to stay in this place forever. Dodging motorbikes, people trying to sell you hats or t-shirts, and children running past - laughing and playing soccer; this is the norm for Hanoi. You would never know that forty years ago this place was a war-torn country where Americans were feared and hated. Now all that remains are stories of mines occasionally being found and pictures of “Uncle Ho” smiling back at you.


As the sun sets, the lake near our hotel reflects the light with practiced bravado, head lights of passing cars shining off of it’s smooth surface while men sit on its edge casting their fishing lines into the water. The nights in Hanoi are even more of a spectacle as the locals come out and set up shop for the hungry passerby. With a culture this vibrant and alive it’s hard to imagine ever returning home to the good ole U.S. of A.


After a slight delay due to the excessive rain in Hanoi when we first arrived, we were taken on a tour of the major sites in the city. Our first stop was Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum. Unfortunately, it was under renovation and we were unable go inside to visit Uncle Ho as we had been able to see Chainman Mao in Beijing.

[Below: Hồ Chí Minh’s Mausoleum in Ba Ðình Square, the spot where Ho proclaimed the independence of Vietnam on 2 September 1945 in a speech that began with the words, “All men are created equal; they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights; among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”]


Nearby we saw the Presidential Palace as well Ho Chi Minh's home. The Palace is of old French architecture and was used from the time of the French colonial administration all the way through Ho Chi Minh's presidency.

[below: The Presidential Palace of Vietnam, built between 1900 and 1906 to house the French Governor-General of Indochina]


Ho's actual home was right next to the palace and is very humble. Our next stop was the Temple of Literature, a Confucian temple built about a thousand years ago. It was very reminiscent of China with its similar architecture and themes - not to mention that it is Confucian! It was later used as a university, and many students still visit to receive good luck before their exams.

Our next stop in Hanoi was the Vietnamese Army Museum, which had an abundance of wartime artifacts. The museum gave us first-hand knowledge of the war we are here to study. The museum was fully equipped with weapons, aircraft, ground vehicles, and other equipment that soldiers used during the last half century. Beginning with the 1st Indo-Chinese War (1946-1954) the museum had many artifacts and information about Vietnam’s victory over the French colonizers. There is a large scale model of the famous battle at Dien Bien Phu and there was a short movie clip that explained the historic Vietnamese victory in the region that finally broke the back of the French occupation. Outside the museum there were several aircraft that had been shot down during the “American War” (the Vietnamese term for what we call the “Vietnam War”). The museum had a bit of everything and shed light on the equipment and techniques that were used by the Vietnamese to counter American air attacks on North Vietnam.

[Below: American military equipment seized by the North Vietnamese in 1975 after the collapse of South Vietnam.]


A model of the elaborate tunnel systems used in the South showed how difficult it was for American troops, both in the air and on land, to find the enemy. The museum made what we are studying in class all the more interesting.

Although it rained throughout the day, the tour was a great experience and a nice introduction to Hanoi City.

We've all enjoyed getting to know Hanoi over the past week. The city has many districts to choose from so there is never a dull day. Many of the students have been wandering the streets and enjoying everything the city has to offer. The French colonial influence is still noticeable, from the sidewalk cafés to the bakeries full of fresh baguettes.

[Below: enjoying one of Hanoi’s innumerable sidewalk cafes.]


It is hard to believe there was a war here only a few decades ago because the people are so welcoming and warm. Often little kids will wave at us as we pass by and shout, “hello!” Many of the students have been enjoying the lake situated just a block behind our hotel. Truc Bach Lake is just a little northwest of downtown. Ironically, it also the lake that former presidential candidate John McCain was captured in after being shot down over Hanoi.

[below: the flight suit and parachute of U.S. Senator and Republican presidential nominee John McCain, preserved at the Hoa Lo Prison - better known to American prisoners of war, with more than a little irony, as the "Hanoi Hilton."]


The street bordering the lake has been really popular among the students because of its wide variety of places to drink and eat. From traditional “hot pot” Vietnamese restaurants to cafes serving up good coffee, butter, and cheese (largely unavailable to us back in Jinan…perhaps the Vietnamese have something to thank the French for, after all!). Our new favorite, however, is “Foodspot 45.” Its is a great place to enjoy some authentic Indian food at a very affordable price and you can either enjoy a meal watching the sunset over the lake or - if studying for one of our classes – you can also have their food delivered to the hotel. Although we have limited time here students are using it wisely: exploring the streets, enjoying the food, and soaking up the beauty of Hanoi.

A few of us how had the opportunity to travel about four or five kilometers from our hotel to the Old Quarter - an ideal section of town to observe architecture dating from the French colonial period. It's interesting that the Vietnamese people have decided to keep these buildings intact despite the fact that the French colonized their country for nearly a century. There are also a number of statues and monuments in and around the Old Quarter. Just a few blocks away from the Old Quarter is a lake called Hoan Kiem.


On the lake there is a Temple by the name of Ngoc Son and tourists can visit it for 10,000 (VND) Vietnamese Dong, which is equivalent to about 60 cents! It's a very nice place to sit down and relax for the day or just walk around and enjoy the day. If the sun goes down and it starts to get dark there are tons of night markets where you can find food or souvenirs. Usually they close down the street where the night market is located so that people can walk around freely without having to worry about all of the motor bikers!


- Dillon, Russell, Price, Andrew S., Nathan S., Elaine, Parkie

Monday, November 3, 2008

Beijing-Hanoi



Who would have thought that time could travel by this fast? It seems as though we only left LAX a few days ago, but we have had two months of extravagant adventures and made friends that we will never forget. As our group of thirty-six students said goodbye to Jinan and all of the good times and great friends we made there, we looked forward to an amazing week in Beijing, and then a month of in Vietnam. We knew there were many sights to see in Beijing such as the Great Wall, the Summer Palace and Tiananmen Square, only to name a few, we had to make as much of our time as possible. It seems as though Beijing is everyone’s favorite place on this trip so far, and who can blame them, a city with amazing people and so much history, it is hard not to fall in love with a place like this.

One of the most interesting elements of Beijing is its diversity. It contains so much interesting history, and yet the modern western influence is indefinitely extensive. During our seven weeks in Jinan we became more or less accustomed to primarily Chinese influences, so upon our arrival to Beijing we were pleasantly surprised. For example, “Bar Street” is one of these concentrated areas of Western influence which dot Beijing. It which included everything from wineries, underground graffiti garages, and an American Apparel outlet. However, the Western element appreciated most by the students was the food. Chinese cuisine is very interesting and, although we grew to appreciate the new flavors, it took a while for many of us to adjust to the intense change in our diets. In Jinan there weren't very many ethnic options when it came to eating so, accordingly, we ate Chinese food most of the time. Beijing was different. Beijing had Mexican food!

Since our Study Abroad group is mostly composed of native Californians we are accustomed to having authentic Mexican food available to us daily. This was something that we all missed since coming to China and when we found Luga's in Beijing, it instantly became our new favorite restaurant. Luga's was a small place located just off of Bar Street above a wine tasting gallery. They had nachos, taco salad, fajitas, and live music. What more could you want?




On one particularly memorable night (Sage and Mary's birthday) they had an open mike night and we got to listen not only to our resident musicians perform (Britton and Brek!) but also experienced some traditional Polish music and dancing provided by a group of performers who were traveling through the city. All in all Luga's was definitely a very memorable part of our Beijing experience.


Of course, there was more to Beijing than Mexican food! We spent the week seeing the sites. One of our first stops was Tiananmen Square. Tiananmen, literally translated, means the "gate way of heavenly peace." When the Tiananmen Gate was built in the 1420's during the Ming Dynasty it served multiple purposes - including protection for the Forbidden City as well as establishing status for the Emperor and astonishing the lower classes (serving to help keep them in line!). However, upon visiting even hundreds of years later, we were just as dazzled as a peasant in the 1400s might have been. Tiananmen Square as a whole has witnessed many historical events from the proclamation of the People's Republic of China in October of 1949, to the deadly Tiananmen Square Protests in 1989. To this day an enormous portrait of Mao is still placed above the dead center of the Gate.


One of the things that stunned us all was the amount of people in the square. Large enough to hold one million people, Tiananmen Square hosts literally ten of thousands of tourists a day through the Gates. One of the most anticipated sights in Beijing (smack in the middle of Tiananmen Square) was Mao Ze Dong's Mausoleum. In the months prior, both in and outside of class, we learned (some experienced) Mao's enormous power and influence. So, when we learned we would see his embalmed body in Beijing we were very excited. The line to see Mao ousted the worst line in Disney Land. Fortunately, because you were only allowed to glimpse Mao for about 30 seconds, the line only took about a half hour. There were no cameras or bags allowed inside, and for 3 kuai you could purchase a yellow flower to lie at the feet of an enormous marble Mao statue. Inside the mausoleum was very strange. Guard's stood at alert in every corner, two inside the glass room housing Mao's glass coffin. Mao, a very small man, looked more wax than human, but not so bad considering he’s been dead 33 years.

The Peking Opera (also known as Beijing Opera) may be regarded as one of the city's most prevalent art forms. This form of traditional Chinese theater was extremely popular during the Qing Dynasty, but it still pulls in crowds from all over the world today. Peking Opera is a combination of music, dance, mime, vocal performance, and acrobatics. The performers are the only focal points of the stage, with the minimal use of props and background. Every movement they make, whether it includes dance, combatics, song or speech must be expressed in unison with the music. During our time in Beijing, a few students along with one of the professors decided to get a little taste of the Chinese theater. The theater room was primarily filled with other foreigners, considering it was in a hotel, but the show seemed to be as authentic as any other. The form of Chinese used is so traditional and articulated in such a way that even native Chinese speakers may not understand the dialogue. To solve this problem, subtitles in both Chinese and English are available on either side of the stage. Peking opera varies on length depending on the story and number of scenes, but the one we attended ran up to about an hour, consisting of two parts. The first was a story about a King and his Queen dealing with the nearing siege of his Kingdom. This required only two performers whom conducted a variety of song, dance, and vocal performances. The other scene was a story about a band of thieves stealing silver from the imperial bank, along with their battle against the imperial guards. This part blended both acrobatics and martial arts together in unison to music. Peking Opera was unlike any other theater production I've seen before, so if you're tired of Hollywood and looking to experience a little Asian culture, it may just be the thing for you.


Two other highlights of our time in Beijing were the Forbidden City, and the Ming tombs. The Forbidden City could only be described as the embodiment of the pinnacle of ancient Chinese power. The Palace of the Emperor was an amazing sight for us to see. We saw exquisite Rooms with shrines, and thrones, and huge courtyards where you could see the entire city of Beijing because the Forbidden City was on the highest piece of land. The architecture was also breathtaking. There were huge decorated ceilings, with all kinds of colored decorations, as well as huge pillars carved from stone. There was a beautiful garden with lush plants and trees, and a huge rock statue with a stairway built in that lead up to a small hill that was said the Emperor walked up once a year to pay respect or worship. The rock statute had two dragons on either side perched on a turtles back. When the Emperor would climb up, he would pour water down a certain spot at the top, and water would flow through the statute and shoot out of the dragons mouths like a fountain. After the Forbidden City, we went to the Ming Tombs. This was a huge sight with I believe twelve or thirteen tombs for different emperors of ancient China. We went into the Tomb of the Ming Emperor who had the place built in the first place. His mausoleum was deep in the hills, and as we walked in I expected to see all sorts of treasures, and things that the Emperor had been buried with, but I was surprised to find some boxes that they were supposedly buried in, and his throne. As we walked through we saw enormous stone doors and several anti-chambers connected to his tomb. When we left, I found that there was a small museum exhibit outside and I found inside, all of the spectacular treasures I was expecting inside his tomb. There was gold, and ornaments, and weapons, and jewelry as well as his impressive crown and the empresses’ silk robes. Everything you would expect an Emperor to be buried with. These two sights were definitely high lights to be remembered of our stay in Beijing.




Our studies in Asia would not have been complete without visiting the most notable landmark in all of China: The Great Wall. The Great Wall, which spans over an enormous 4,000 miles across northern China, was used as a barrier to protect against foreign invasion. This was our first excursion when we arrived in Beijing. One week before our visit to the Great Wall we finished our classes on the History of Modern China. This class was a helpful precursor in visiting the Great Wall.

Knowing the history behind the extreme struggles the Chinese have had against foreign invaders made the trip to the Wall that much more fascinating for our entire group. Because the Great Wall can be very crowded in sections close to the city of Beijing, we were lucky enough to visit a section that was further from the city with fewer tourists. The section we were able to visit is named Matianyu and was primarily used to defend the capital and the imperial tombs. We walked around the wall for an hour and a half viewing the picturesque scenery that surrounded us. After walking around the Great Wall, we were able to slide down the mountains near the Great Wall instead of walking. For a mere 40-Yuan, we hopped on metal toboggans and speedily slid down a metal slide that lasted a solid two minutes. How many people can say they slid down the mountains of the Great Wall of China in their lifetime?


Aside from our day trip to the Great Wall, a few students and our guide from Shandong University, Jiaqui, climbed the Great Wall to watch the sunrise. The mountains were close to freezing at five o'clock in the morning, but the trip was well worth it. They went to the Badaling section and managed to be the only people on the wall to watch the sunrise. At times, it seemed almost surreal being on the Great Wall and knowing that our trip to China was coming to a close. The Great Wall was the beginning of the end to our amazing experience in China.


The words “Still the rain kept pouring, falling in my ears, and I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?” sang by Creedence Clearwater Revival years before many of us were even born couldn’t have been a better theme song for our entrance to Vietnam. As we landed Friday night on a soaking wet runway in Vietnam’s Hanoi airport, we were greeted by our guide, stuffed in a bus, and brought to our “luxurious” hotel.

[below] View from the front of our hotel; Chau Long Street, Hanoi (sans precipitation)


Although it had been a long day of travel some students couldn’t resist the spring rolls and rice served for a late night (1:30 AM) snack for a mere three USD. Rising early (8 AM) for breakfast the following morning we were saddened to hear that our scheduled city tour had been postponed a day due to rain. However, after devouring numerous omelets and spring rolls, students hit the flooded streets in sandals, ponchos, and whatever other rain gear they could find in order to explore the lifestyle surrounding our new home.


We then got a chance to share these stories as we gathered that night for our welcoming ceremony dinner, a wonderful candlelight (due to the rain causing power outages) meal with all new dishes from those that we had become accustomed to in China. As full as can be we returned to the hotel where some would hit the sheets for some much needed rest, while the others hit the streets again to check out Hanoi’s rainy Saturday nightlife scene, one which we will not have long to experience.


On the whole, China was good to the 2008 SBCC study abroad program. Sure a couple kids got food sickness, ripped off in markets, or suffered twisted ankles in dimly lit areas, but as we begin our stay in Vietnam and bid our farewells to China, it is safe to say we all value the experience and impact that the country has made on our lives.


- Shane B., Cody Z., Tarah B., Marina N., Kyra D., Kevin E.