eight years

Well, first of all, congratulations to South Africa. It’s good to see the World Cup back on the right side of the equator.

But more importantly: Today is my eighth chinaversary. Eight years ago today I arrived in China for the first time. In Changsha, in fact, as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the jetlag would allow.

Of course, you have to subtract from those eight years the six weeks I spent in Norway and six months in New Zealand to get the actual amount of time I’ve been in China, but still: Eight years. Somehow that makes me feel old.

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wangbo

A Kiwi teaching English to oil workers in Beijing, studying Chinese in my spare time, married to a beautiful Beijing lass, consuming vast quantities of green tea (usually Xihu Longjing/西湖龙井, if that means anything to you), eating good food (except for when I cook), missing good Kiwi ale, breathing smog, generally living as best I can outside Godzone and having a good time of it.

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  1. Wow…I just had my third a few weeks back and even THAT seemed like a lot. As well as the usual “what the hell am I doing here?” questions that accompany such an event.

  2. I think I’ve gone beyond the “what the hell am I doing here?” questions. These days, it’s more like “what the hell would I do outside China?”

  3. Congrats on passing that milestone.

    I can understand why you might wonder what the hell you’d do outside of China. I’ve been wondering the same myself, which is a good indication that even I’ve been here way too long.

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