
This is a blog entry about the trip to our school in Huayuan. For interest of the readers sake, I have split this into two part because it is another 1,000+ word entry. Enjoy! This is part one.
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So to preface this entry, I must explain about where we are heading. If you followed this blog back in January, you will have noticed that I posted a whole entry explain about the town we were going to be assigned to, Hengyang. Well, on Saturday night while we were in our training session, Jacob (our leader) pulled us out of the conference room.
Jacob explained that the school in Hengyang called him earlier that day to say that they were no longer going to use our program for their foreign teacher placement. Jacob told us that he got a hold of a friend that he had in China and was able to place us in a town called Huayuan in the very western area of the Hunan province. Jacob didn’t know many detail but said that we at least have a place to teach at.
So on Monday, February 14th, we got up bright and early to leave the hotel. Haha, it was a bit hard waking up to leave at 5:30 am but after moving around I was surprisingly awake for the early in the morning. We jumped on our bus and headed for the airport. The interesting part about the airport was that we took a bus from the ticket gate to the bus that was just sitting out in the middle of the tarmac. Haha, it was interesting because I have never done that before.
Then we got on the airplane. It kind of reminded me like a really badly maintained Delta flight. 🙂 The cool thing was that the safety video was in both English and Chinese and quite entertaining as well. One thing I noticed was that turns, descents and ascents are definitely not graceful there. It seem like when the plane was going up, it was going straight up and straight down when we were reaching the destination.
When we arrived in Changsha, we said our final goodbyes to the rest of the group and met up with our ride. They took us to breakfast at a little noodle restaurant which comprised of a noodle soup with a friend egg in it was well as pork. Jordan and I attempted to use our chopstick but the English-speaking local that was giving us the ride just laughed at us and went to get the forks. It sure did help a lot.
We then got in a van and headed to the bus station. It was another fun time experiencing the driving over here. The English speaking lady that was with us here name was Star. We thought she was about 18 or 19 but it turned out she was 26. I don’t know why but it seems the Chinese age very well. Unlike us Americans; she thought we were about 4 years older than we really are.












