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Shanghai Disney

January 2, 2021

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

Statue of Disney characters in the lobby of the Shanghai Disneyland Hotel
Lobby of the Shanghai Disneyland Hotel

During our Christmas holiday, we were allowed to travel within China, although we would have to report any travel plans outside of Shanghai to my employer and take responsibility for any COVID-19 related issues, like avoiding high risk areas and possibly having to do a 14 day quarantine upon return. We opted to stay right in Shanghai and avoid the risks. I decided this might be the right time to go to Disneyland. We did a little stay-cation involving two nights at the main hotel and one full day at the park.

It was not cheap. We upgraded to the Club Level, which we considered worthwhile. We were met in the main lobby and escorted up to the 7th floor (Club Level) where they have the club reception area. There are 3-4 meals included and provided in the club area. (Way better than the buffet on the 1st floor – do not go to the buffet!!)

My plan had been that I would be using my electric wheelchair and I would be able to zip around the park easily. We purchased a second battery and had them both charged up and ready to go for a full day in the park. HOWEVER, the best laid plans of mice and men do not always work out. Just after checking in, as we were heading into the dining area for the afternoon snack, the right front wheel of my chair came off. The post was sheered off.

hand holding a wheelchair wheel showing the broken metal post

The staff were very helpful. They offered a manual wheelchair and took both our luggage and my damaged chair to our room while we sat down to eat.

I found the manual chair hard to move. It kept going to the right. The carpet doesn’t help much as it is super cushioned, which is great for the walking guests, but not so much for the rolling ones. Hotel staff decided to help push me to our room and it took two of them, as the chair was hard to steer.

The room was quite nice and thoroughly Disney-fied. Plenty of towels and plenty of complimentary water bottles. The beds were soft, which is rare in China. It was quiet and comfortable and we had a good sleep.

Minnie Mouse being photographed by people in the buffet restaurant

We went for dinner in the buffet restaurant, Lumiére’s Kitchen, on the first floor. Unless you have children and really need to see Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, and Pluto in costume, do not go there. The food was really, really bad (mushy, lukewarm, and had been on the buffet too long). The price (and we got a 20% discount) was horrifically high. Don’t do it. We suspect that kids eat for free, so maybe that and the characters is the draw, but they clearly make up for that by charging exorbitant prices for adults.

We had a fun day, despite the manual wheelchair. It was nearly killing Paul to push me around as the walkways are mostly smooth, but hilly. Lots of up and down slopes and he was having to fight the wayward chair the whole way. We were joined by friends, happily.

five friends all wearing medical face masks framed by a Disney themed frame

Jesse, Lucy, and Isolde joined us. We have this picture because it was part of the wheelchair drama. The chair that the hotel had loaned us was so awful that even with Paul and Jesse taking turns pushing me around, it was miserable. So, we went off to the guest service center near the front entrance where they rent out strollers and wheelchairs. Lucy was our interpreter and helped explain that the chair we had was not working well. We were able to trade for a slightly better one. Then we were taken to the other guest service area across the entrance and offered a pass that would allow us, as a group, to get priority access (“the short line”). The picture was necessary to show with our pass so that we could all go as a group. The catch was that you have to take the pass to a guest service booth, tell them which ride you wanted to do. They would “calculate a time” whatever that means and they would write it in the pass. Then we could go to the ride at that time or anytime after that time and get priority access. Also, you could only plan one ride at a time. This means going to a guest center between each ride and then waiting for the appointed time. We only did this once as it was just a bit of a hassle to get 5 people to decide on a ride and then go through the guest service booth process, etc. The lines were not long anyway, so it wasn’t really necessary. Paul and I had already purchased a package for priority access to the main rides. Oh, well. Live and learn. If we go again, we will know better.

In fact, the lines were so reasonable that we ended up going on all the major rides twice. I’m not a big Disney fan, as far as movies and merchandise are concerned, but they definitely know how to create amazing rides. Soaring Over the Horizon is the most popular ride in the park and it was definitely my favorite. It is a giant IMAX type movie, but they make you feel like you are flying and they make you smell the Savanah.

Back in 1968, my sister took me to the original Disneyland and I remember riding through the Pirates of the Caribbean ride with all its animatronics. The new Pirates of the Caribbean has few animatronics (sadly), but is amazing. You know you are in a “boat” that is moving through the water on a rail, but they make you think you are at the bottom of the ocean or speeding to the surface.

My memories from my first Disney experience as a five year old include It’s a Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Tea Cup ride, and a ride that scared me. It was a rinky dink train ride. I am sure it was demolished long ago. The seats on the train were set to look out the left side of the train only. It passed through a tunnel and there was a dinosaur diorama displayed in front of us. I was immediately afraid of what dinosaurs might be BEHIND US!!! I shudder to think how traumatized my 5 year old self would be if exposed to the current Disney rides.

fingers holding a heart shaped pendant with five pink stones and a name inscribed

I meant to wear my heart pendant souvenir from my 1968 Disney visit during my 2020 visit, but I forgot to take it with me. I still have it, though, all these years later and the fond memories that are connected to it.

On the whole, aside from the wheelchair struggle, we had a great day. The lines were short. The staff were friendly and helpful. We shared it with friends. It was expensive, but we haven’t traveled since January and needed a little Christmas cheer this year. A big thank you to our friends for joining us. Maybe I won’t wait 52 years to visit Disney again.

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Job Hunt: Thank you, Dr. Rude

May 9, 2020

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

airport scene at sunset

In November, I had to decide whether I would sign on for another contract or if I would move on at the end of the school year to something else. This is always a complex issue and it is never easy to make the commitment one way or the other 7-8 months ahead of time. We weighed all the variables and decided that it was time to move on and time to leave China. If I had known then what we know now, the decision would have been even harder. COVID-19 has made job hunting exponentially harder than it usually is.

Due to the limited number of international school librarian positions available in countries I would consider, I began looking at returning to the American academic library scene.

I am at a disadvantage for several reasons, including that I have been working abroad for 12 years and for 9 of those years have been at the high school level. Even before I left the States, I was at a disadvantage. I had worked for small, liberal arts colleges. Trying to get a job at a larger institution meant coming up against the assumption that I might be a big fish in a small pond, but I would be a small fish in their very large and important pond, again and again. So, just imagine what a small fish I appear to be now.

Surprisingly, I actually got some interviews with big/medium institutions. In fact, I made it past the initial interview for two of them. This meant traveling to the institutions for in person interviews. In person interviews in academia can take a whole day (or even multiple days) involving meeting with several groups of people and even giving a presentation or example of your work. I believe that one of the unstated purposes of these interview days is to test the candidate’s stamina. Can he/she be broken in a few hours?

My first of these in person interview days was mostly okay, but it only takes one or two terrible things to sink the candidate. And I definitely sank myself. My presentation was terrible. I knew it immediately and I take full responsibility for it. I did not take it seriously enough. I was not terrified during the preparation process. I did not do enough. I did not push myself. Therefore, I stank up the place.

The people on the search committee were polite and continued to be nice to me as the day continued after the disastrous presentation. However, the last event of the day was a meeting with the Dean of the Library. We could have saved a great deal of time if it had been the first event of the day instead of last. He confirmed that my presentation was a disaster by saying “You are a mismatch for this position. What in the job description led you to apply, because maybe we need to rewrite it.”

He also made a confusing comparison using his concept of the school where I am currently working and his concept of HIS school. The conclusion of this comparison was that I was incompetent. My high tuition international school which he assumes is filled with the sons and daughters of diplomats is TOTALLY different than his land grand university. I savor the paradox of a university that is so full of itself and yet has such a chip on it’s shoulder. Boo hoo, poor institution that depends on government funding. All the colleges I have worked for have been private institutions dependent on tuition and donations that received no government budget money. The only government funding they received came through financial aid to students, therefore tuition.

I am still unclear on how this economic comparison led to a negative assessment of my abilities. He did not make much sense.

However, I am thankful that Dr. Rude was so very direct and blunt, although not necessarily logical, because he told me everything I needed to know about working in his library. I would not want to work under his leadership. Several of the people I interacted with had been students at the school and “fell into” working in the library and haven’t worked anywhere else. They may not realize that having an abusive leadership is not universal or normal. The position I was applying for had been filled by at least two people in the last 6 years, which implies that the position was not long term comfortable.

I have no desire to work for bad management. I know that I don’t have to work for bad management.

Next, I had an interview at a community college. I thought it went fairly well. However, I was totally ghosted afterwards. No rejection email, not one peep out of them. It is amazingly unprofessional to interview someone in person and then not communicate, even, if it is in the negative.

I returned to Shanghai, China in early February and then the COVID-19 fun began. Countrywide self-isolation and closing of school campuses had me working from home. Then, in late March, the China borders were closed to foreigners and I began getting replies from US institutions that indicated job searches were being put on hold, so this meant shifting my job search to inside China. I had a couple of video interviews. One was a school in Beijing with a good reputation. I thought the interview went well and the principal mentioned arranging for me to speak with a teacher, so that seemed like there would be more. But then, crickets. Ghosted again. No further communication.

As time dragged on and negative result after negative result, it became fairly obvious that I needed to stay at my current position. A recent posting of said position led me to believe that the school had not been any more successful at finding a replacement than I had been at finding a new position.

It is official now. I have signed a one year contract. Only time will tell what the next job hunt season will be like, thanks to the worldwide pandemic. Luckily, we are in one of the safest places due to the effective isolation, contact tracing, testing, and treatment measures taken by the Chinese government.  We opened the school this week. Life and work is not fully normal, but it is certainly more stable than what is happening in other parts of the world.

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COVID-19: the Continuing Saga

March 12, 2020

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

We are now coming to the end of my 5th week and DaddyBird’s 6th week in the Shanghai coronavirus experience. The schools are still closed, so I work from home. We go out once a week to meet friends and get a little socialization.

Many of the international schools have put out the call for teachers who are still abroad to come back to Shanghai to do their 2 week quarantine. There is still no official opening date for the schools from the government. The concern seems to be that if the disease is soon considered under control in China, but is only beginning to spread in the rest of the world, the borders might close and teachers would not be able to get back.

Many concerns were expressed by teachers abroad, especially those with children. They wanted to know as many details as possible about the process of return and what will happen. The health check at the airport is more stringent now. Anyone with symptoms would have to go into official quarantine. Those who have traveled in countries with high chance of infection will quarantine at home under some supervision. All others can quarantine at home with few restrictions.

More restaurants are opening. Museums and parks are opening. Corporations have called their workers back to work. Things are getting back to normal slowly.

Two weeks ago, this is what it looked like at Starbucks. The chairs were all arranged to keep individuals apart and not facing each other. There were signs with instructions on how to behave and to not rearrange the furniture. (It didn’t keep people from doing just that, however, as a couple came in and rearranged the chairs so they could sit and talk face to face.)

coffee shop with chairs arranged singly to keep people from sitting together or face to face

Whiling away the hours has included jigsaw puzzles, some plastic block constructions, and coloring.

jigsaw puzzle pieces in a box

non-Lego brick set

coloring book page

Even some Dungeons and Dragons, for socialization.

paper map and meeples

A trip on the metro two weeks ago looked like this.

six people on a subway car

empty train platform

The taxi line outside the major grocery/department store looked like this.

long line of taxi cabs

Normally, there are no taxis and you have to wait a long, long time to get one.

Our lives revolve around food.

oranges

basket of groceries

As of this week, Laowai Jie (Foreigner Street) still looked like this on a Sunday afternoon.

pedestrianized area with restaurants, but no customers in sight

We may be going out more often, but it is likely to be several more weeks of working from home.

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COVID-19 : Living in Shanghai

February 28, 2020

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

I was going to wait until the dust settles and our “quarantine” ends, but it looks like it will continue into April, if not longer. Everything is tentative.

We were in the States for our Lunar New Year holiday in late January. I wore a mask at the airport and for most of the flight. [N95 masks are not comfortable for 16+ hours.] Unfortunately, I had a form of flu at Christmas time and have had a lingering cough. I took various cough medicines and a constant supply of cough drops, but not much has helped. It just has to run its course. However, going around coughing in the current epidemic situation can be concerning.

Actually, my cough did not seem to be a problem until I was in the States. Complete strangers would hear me cough (with my mask on or tissue covering my mouth) and their heads would snap around to see who was coughing. It is very interesting that in a country where there were few, if any cases, at that time, the anxiety was so high. Even after returning to China, I have not seen that kind of reaction. The Chinese are just going about their lives as best they can. Wearing masks when outside their homes. Submitting to having their temperature taken.

While we were in the States, news came that the school where I work would be closed due to the virus concerns, but that teaching and learning would continue online. This announcement also stated that we were required to return to Shanghai by February 2nd. This did not make sense to teachers who were in other countries. Countries with no occurrence of the disease. Why would they and their children return to a place where there might be a chance of infection. The expectation softened over time and it was agreed that some might want to stay out of the country for safety sake.

Also, one airline after another began to cancel flights to China. We weren’t certain if we would be stranded. We were returning on different dates and we both had to reschedule our flights and change planes twice in order to get home. We might have stayed in the States if it weren’t for our cats. We have a good cat sitting company who cares for them when we are gone and they agreed they could continue, if needed. We both chose to return. I am a homebody. I was traveling all over the place – Pennsylvania, North Dakota, and Oregon. I have not counted up the miles. I don’t want to know. I needed to get back to my home, my hubby, my cats, and my own bed.

woman wearing black medical mask on a plane, at the back of the plane are medical inspectors wearing hazmat suits

Health inspectors came onto our plane after landing at Shanghai.

So, what is it like living in Shanghai during COVID-95? We stay home, for the most part. Ventures outside are to go for groceries or supplies. Normally, we have our groceries delivered to the door. Early on, we got a message from our grocery delivery company indicating that deliveries would be left outside our door. We would receive a message that the delivery had been made and the delivery person would leave. We could then retrieve the items without interaction, thereby reducing chance of disease transmission. Good, logical plan. Until … apartment management companies became responsible for health concerns. This meant that entrance into the apartment complexes became limited. Deliveries had to be left at the gate and we have to go out to the gate to retrieve them.

apartment gate area where several people are leaving or receiving deliveries.

A fair amount of interaction happening at the gate.

When we do venture out of the apartment complex for more than just a delivery, we are asked why we are leaving. We say “food.” That works. When we return our temperature is taken to see if we have a fever. At first they were using our foreheads, but now they use the wrist area.

There was a news announcement of a confirmed case in our neighborhood indicating involvement of a grocery store DaddyBird had been to multiple times. Luckily, the person had only visited the store as a customer, not a member of the staff.

grocery store entrance with warning signs and people in medical masks and gloves.

Word is that the store was closed briefly for a thorough cleaning.

About the same time as this news hit, a coworker posted a site where you can see a map of confirmed cases near you. (Although it doesn’t seem to know where I am.)

app map image showing red markers to indicate the location of people with confirmed virus

We have ventured out about once per week. Here is what it looked like on Laowai Jie (Foreigner Street – a 27 restaurant pedestrian area) on a Sunday afternoon.

pedestrianized restaurant area with no people in view

In summation, at this point, I would say there are no panics. The stores are not suffering from empty shelves. We can get what we need, although delivery might take a little longer or be a little more challenging. Clearly, this time is hard on small businesses, like restaurants, who were either forced to close completely, or to provide food by delivery only, or are open, but have little to no customers.

We are just dealing with boredom and being sedentary.

red banners at apartment entrance stating "reduce outdoor activities, wash hands frequently, wear a mask" in four languages

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Give your bank teller a little appreciation

June 23, 2019

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

Banking, banking, banking. It is the time of year when I procrastinate too long about doing the bank transactions we need for our vacation and end up having days of misery and multiple trips to multiple banks. The days of misery are a given no matter when I do the banking, so that is the reason for the procrastination.

I have written about banking before. Read it here.

This year we needed to exchange two currencies – Euros for the trip and USD for family expenses. Some of these amounts would then be sent by wire transfer and some of the Euros taken in cash. Seems simple right? No. Currency exchange and wire transfer can only be done on the same day IF you are sending the money to your own account in your home country. To do currency exchange and pay a bill by wire transfer in the same day is forbidden.

Also, all of these transactions take huge amounts of time. I have not gotten out of a bank in less than an hour, and often double that.

I started the process on Wednesday. I went to the bank nearest my workplace even though I hate that I have to climb the stairs to the second floor because the tellers on the first floor are for VIP only. I took all my documentation: passport, expert card, bank card, employment contract, two months worth of tax receipts and salary slips. Back in October the tax laws changed. So did the tax receipts. This particular bank branch has not kept up with the changes and turned me away (after I had been there for 30 minutes or so) because they said my tax receipts were not right because they did not have the official stamp.

So, next day I go to HR at work and say “what’s up with the receipts?” The answer is that they are just fine and I should go to a different bank branch. I ask for a referral to a better (more friendly) bank branch.

That afternoon we are into a taxi and off to a second bank branch. We manage the USD exchange, but have to cut the Euros exchange to a smaller amount than we need because my tax receipts and salary slips don’t exactly match up and do not represent enough money to cover the whole exchange. Note that this has nothing to do with the balance available in my account. This is about proving that I earned the money and paid the taxes on it. When I receive the receipts and slips from my employer, it is the salary slip for the current month stapled to the tax receipt for the previous month. Since I had only brought two sets of stapled documents, I had only one set of matching documents – the receipt and slip for April.

The teller had asked if I wanted to do a wire transfer, too, so I said “yes” even though I knew from previous experience that you can’t do the exchange and transfer same day unless it is to yourself. We needed to pay our language school tuition ASAP, so I gave it a try. I gave her the form from the same transfer done last year with all the bank account numbers and addresses and names, etc. All she had to do was type that information in on a new form. Which took a long time and when she finally gets to the spot on the form giving the reason for the transfer, which is important because it tells the recipient what we are paying for, she realized we were not putting the money in our own account. She refers the matter to a man I presume to be the manager who tried to tell us in limited English that we could not do the transfer. We fought about it a bit. I asked him how people pay their bills? He suggested that I transfer it to my own account in another country and pay it from there. I said we cannot do that. We left unhappy and frustrated. Both the shortage of currency exchange and inability are partially my fault for not having a third tax receipt and for pushing to see if we could do a transfer even though I knew it wasn’t allowed from previous experience. However, the real root of the problem is the red tape wrapped so tightly around every transaction.

Next day (#3) we try a third branch after I leave work. When we get there it looks like this.vacant business space

The space is vacant and the sign has been torn off. Day 3 is a bust.

Day #4 is Saturday. The branch closest to our apartment is open from 9am-4pm. So, we walk there around noontime. I have extra tax receipts in addition to all the other documentation I need. When I sit down at the window (all teller windows have chairs, because whatever it is you want, it is going to take a while) I tell him I need to do 2 wire transfers. I start with the transfer to pay for our language school tuition. Again, I hand over the receipt from last year which has all the correct information on it. It takes 40 minutes to complete this transaction. He has to type up the transaction. I have to proofread and sign the form. After that, he and a woman standing behind him type and stare at the computer for a long time doing who knows what. Then he prints out a form for the fee that I am paying in yuan for the pleasure of this experience and I have to sign that, too. In there somewhere, he asked me if I had previously changed the money from yuan into Euros using my salary. This makes me nervous because I do not want him to reject my transfer on some technicality even though it is a different day. He then needs me to go across the lobby to a computerized kiosk and print out an account statement. The kiosk is NOT bilingual, so someone has to come help me figure out what to press to get it done. The only explanation we can think of is that the bank does not allow the teller to look at my account record to verify my previous transactions. I have to print it out for him.

After 40 minutes the first wire transfer is completed. He thinks I’m done having forgotten that I said 2 wire transfers when I sat down, so he is not so happy when I indicate that I now want to transfer the USD to my US account. Thankfully, this only takes 22 minutes (yes, I timed it with the stopwatch on my phone).

There is more ahead. We still need Euros in cash. We learned by our bad experience in India that we need to have enough cash to cover the hotel just in case card transaction does not work. When you are staying 5 weeks, that’s a sizable amount. Currency exchange at the airport is limited to the equivalent of $1,000 USD. We also know from experience that you cannot do the currency exchange and immediately receive it in cash. So, this will be a two day affair. Make sure I have enough tax receipts and matching salary slips. Make sure I don’t go to the branch that does not accept the new tax receipts. Go back a second day to get the cash OR go to a second branch on the same day to get the cash as they will be blissfully ignorant that it is a same day transaction.

Now, any Americans reading this post next time you are in the bank and you can perform a transaction using only your bank card and one picture ID and it takes less than 15 minutes, you should thank your bank profusely for their good customer service. Grab your teller and give him or her a big old sloppy kiss on the forehead.

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It’s getting easier

June 22, 2019

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

A few months ago, a message went out at work asking for our input in preparing new hires for their transition to living and working in Shanghai. What apps or information did we think were helpful, even essential, for living in Shanghai. I responded with a list. Thinking about it, I realized just how much easier things are after only 4.5 years here.

When we came we had to go out and shop for groceries and carry them home either by walking or taking a taxi. Taxis had to be physically flagged down and this was sometimes very difficult. Anytime we needed to buy something other than groceries, the big challenge was finding a store that had what we wanted. It was a multi-day project starting with research online and then a weekend expedition to find the store and hope for success.

Home delivery and online shopping existed for those who speak or read Chinese, but not so much for us foreigners. Over the years these started to appear for us. Epermarket, Fields, and Kate & Kimi online groceries with home delivery all popped up about the same time. Sherpa’s restaurant home delivery was early on the scene. Now the majority of our grocery purchases are done online and many of our restaurant meals are delivered to our door rather than eaten in the restaurant itself. We have gotten old and lazy.

Taobao, one of the major online market places for just about everything, finally provided BaoPals, the English interface that allows us to shop for just about anything and have it delivered. It makes getting baking soda and the right brand of cat food so much easier.

The most difficult transition was DiDi, the taxi booking app. It was only in Chinese initially. To entice the drivers to take the booked rides over picking up fares that flagged them down on the street, they offered more money for booked fares. This made it very difficult for foreigners to get a taxi. An English app finally did appear. I didn’t make that transition until DaddyBird was in the hospital this last January. The hospital was fairly easy to get to, but flagging a taxi home was quite a challenge. Using DiDi made life so much easier while I was traveling back and forth everyday.

WeChat Pay is the other revolutionary change. WeChat is a social media platform and is rather awkward to use for that purpose. However, the addition of a “wallet” connected to my bank account has allowed paying our utility bills in moments rather than having to figure out where the local office might be and physically going there to try to pay the bill in cash. One of our favorite vegetarian restaurants has a QR code on the table. To pay I can just scan the code and pay what we owe via WeChat Pay. No need to wave to the waitstaff to ask for a bill, etc. Money can also be transferred to any of my WeChat friends. I can transfer grocery money to my husband, pay the monthly cleaning bill by transferring to our housing manager, or split the bill when dining in a large group by transferring my share to whoever is paying the whole bill with their card.

One thing is true about China. They make great leaps forward. For the most part, they skipped over landline phones and went to mobile. They have leaped in a short period of time toward a cashless society. Paying with a phone app has caught on quickly.

When we first came to China, people had their own bicycles and the metro stations were crowded with them. Then came the onslaught of share bikes. Now, many people do not bother owning a bicycle because they can just grab a share bike and not worry about having their own bike locked or stolen. The share bike companies, of which there were too many, are falling by the wayside, but they have made a major change in behavior.

white cat drinking out of a plastic water fountain

I was hard pressed to find a photo relevant to this post, so here is a picture of Oliver the Loud, Eater of Steel Wool drinking from the water fountain we ordered online and had delivered to our door.
 

 

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None Can Recommend – Joys of Banking

May 6, 2018

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

Banking is one of the guaranteed areas of culture shock when you live abroad.

Let’s talk banking in the U.A.E.

What was strange:

1. The bank required a letter from one’s employer certifying employment and listing the salary figure.

2. There was no such thing as a joint account.

3. One could and was actually encouraged to write post-dated checks.

4. We had a credit card with the bank and they drove us crazy with constant calls to verify our transactions. If they didn’t reach us to confirm the transaction, they suspended the account, but only after letting the transaction go through. They did this over $.99 iTunes transactions.

5.Even better was when we were using our debit card in a store and the store received a “not authorized” response, so that we had to pay in cash or do without, yet the bank showed the transaction as authorized and withheld that amount from our account until the transaction expired 8 weeks later, or longer.

6. There was a limit on how much we could withdraw per day, no matter how high our balance was.

In America:

1. The bank doesn’t need to know where you work and does not ask how much you make. If they do ask, they take your word for it. You can open an account with a government issued ID and proof of mailing address (and money, of course).

2. Joint accounts are common and easy to establish.

3. Post-dated checks are illegal.

4. I never had to speak on the phone to my credit card company. They never suspended my account, either.

5. Rarely are debit transactions falsely rejected.

6. You can purchase whatever your balance allows. ATMs have withdrawal limits.

The checks DaddyBird received always led to interesting and inconsistent bank transactions. Since we did not have a joint account, depositing a check written to his name was a challenge. The first one, we took to the bank it was drawn on and were able to cash it. The next time we tried that, they refused. A few times we were able to deposit checks into my account, but I had to go with him to do this. The corker was the time that the check was made out in just his first name. Our bank wouldn’t let us deposit it because the account was in my name only and they suggested that we go to the bank it was drawn on. We did and they cashed it, even though it just said “Paul” and they didn’t even ask for ID.

Frequently, people posted a message on Twitter saying they wanted to change banks and asking for a recommendation. I have never seen a response actually recommending a bank. Most responses are “don’t go with XYZ, they are terrible.”

Some of these frustrations may come from the lack of protection for the bank against fraud.  I have no expertise in finance law, but judging from the amount of bank paranoia over every transaction, here is no FDIC or similar protections there. They spent a great deal of time and effort straining at gnats. I was constantly getting calls from the bank or having to call the bank. I have never talked to a single institution that much before or since.

The result was very bad customer service and the impression that the money belongs to the bank, not the customer.

Let’s talk banking in China.

1. The bank sent employees to my place of employment to set up the account. It was a bit of fiasco with lots of paperwork, repeatedly signing my name, and entering my pass code multiple times. I had to provide my passport, expert card, and a copy of my employment contract.

2. Again, there is no such thing as a joint account.

3. There are no checks.

4. My debit card works at stores and ATMs without a problem. The account has never been blocked or suspended. We don’t have a credit card.

5. ATMs have limits, but I haven’t encountered a daily debit transaction limit.

6. Transferring money out of the country or changing to another currency is a huge pain in the butt.

I recently had two of these pain in the butt experiences. I needed to pay the registration amount for a professional conference by bank transfer. I went to the bank, thinking I had all the paperwork I needed. The employees did not speak much English, but we managed to communicate what type of transaction was needed. A man at a kiosk near the entrance took my paperwork and typed up the form that was needed. He typed the information into the computer and printed it out on a triplicate form. Apparently, his computer and software do not connect to the software used elsewhere in the bank. So, then I took the typed up triplicate form to the teller who shuffled a lot of papers, making me sign 4-5 of them.
THEN my passport wasn’t correct. I had a new passport, as the one I entered the country and set up the bank account with had expired. She needed to see the old one, which I had not brought with me. Never mind that the new one has a notation printed in it indicating the number of the old passport. So, I had to take all my paperwork, go away, and come back the next day.

One day 2, I started over with the guy at the kiosk showing him my triplicate form from the day before. Once I got to the teller, she started with the paper shuffling again, more signatures, and my old passport does the trick. I leave the bank thinking that it is all finally done. Ha! Later that evening, I get a call from the bank. They need the mailing address of the recipient. The SNAIL MAIL address. I asked if she could take it over the phone. No. I had to come back a third time. The necessary mailing address was on the invoice that I had presented to them, but the kiosk guy had not typed it into the triplicate form.

SO, day 3, back to the bank again. I get the kiosk guy to type the form up again and insist that he include the mailing address. (Remember he is typing this up on a computer, but the information is not stored or communicated to the teller, except via the printed triplicate form.) Also, I do not speak Chinese and the bank teller does not understand much English, so I can’t say “remember me? I was here yesterday and you need the mailing address.” So, I hope that she will recognize the transaction and get that I am just there to fill in the missing info. Otherwise, I may be paying this thing twice. Luckily, I see that she has figured it out and pulled out the original triplicate form. I sign a bunch of papers, yet again. Transaction finally finished. Only required leaving work early three days in a row to walk to the bank and jump through the hoops.

Before our Christmas trip to Prague, we had a similar experience. Daddybird wanted to have enough euros with us in case we had any problem checking into the hotel like we did in India. Unfortunately we waited until the week we were leaving to do this bank transaction.

Daddybird went to the bank to attempt to change yuan into euros. He was told he would need a copy of his employment contract and passport, unless he wanted just 500 euros. So, he got the 500 euros.

I went with him the next day (day 2) with my passport and employment contract to do a larger amount. The clerk shuffles my paperwork around and then finally says he needs my tax form (proving that I have paid China taxes on said money. I pay China taxes on every yuan I get before I get it.) SO, I ask why he didn’t tell my husband that the day before? No answer.

Day 3, back to the bank with contract, passport, and tax form (which I had trouble finding). We go through all the paper shuffling and paper signing routine. Then the clerk explains that we now have 2000 euros in our bank account, but he cannot give us the cash. We can come back tomorrow to get the cash. I manage not to have a stroke or explode. However, we CANNOT come back the next day because we are getting on a plane in about 8 hours. The clerk explains that there is a regulation against making the currency exchange and receiving the cash from the same bank on the same day. Wouldn’t want to deprive China of MY money, ya know. The only solution he can offer is that we go to another branch of the same bank and see if we can withdraw the cash. Which we do, but only after I give the clerk a piece of my mind about good customer service and that not telling us everything we needed to know up front the first time and requiring us to come in 3+ times to get our own money was not good customer service.

Lesson learned. I now know to take all possible documentation with me, even things I might not need.

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City Blocks

October 2, 2017

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

long city street

During a video conversation with my in-laws, DaddyBird described my walk home from work as “a few city blocks.” I had to disagree. I have no idea what the measurement of a “city block” is.

Above is the first of these “city blocks.” The flat roof near the top of the trees is the gym building of my campus.

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Next I have to cross this pedestrian bridge.

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Looking back from the pedestrian bridge.

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Then I have to walk down a pedestrianized street. I counted 26 restaurants down one side of the length of this “city block.”

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Then I have to turn and walk down this street to the next intersection – the green light.

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Where I turn again. At least I am now on the street that we live on, but still a long way to go.

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It was pouring rain this night. My umbrella was soaked through as were my clothes and shoes.

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You can see the waterfall from this drain pipe.

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Finally, I get to the bridge over the foul smelling waterway.

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There is our building. Not there, yet, because the entrance to the compound is what I call a city block away from the bridge and once in the compound, I have to walk back to the building.

According to Google maps, it is just over one mile. In the pouring rain and stopping to take pictures, it took me an hour to walk home.

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Shanghai Sacred Places

December 16, 2016

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December is time for the Historic Shanghai Sacred Places tour. We enjoyed seeing a variety of religious buildings – some still in use, some turned into museums, and some repurposed to something completely different. To see all the pictures, click here.

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So Rude!

December 11, 2016

Posted by Kanga. Please do not reblog.

Rudeness is a topic that has been ruminating in the back of my mind for a while. Having lived outside my home country for 8 years now, I endeavor to avoid using the word “rude.” Unfortunately, it is a frequently used complaint by expats and vacationers.

I recently watched a Youtube video by a young Irish woman who had a terrible vacation experience in China. I’m a little surprised that I was able to watch the whole thing because she was painting all Chinese people and the whole country with a broad brush based on her bad experience. I think her accent helped make the story palatable. That, and watching her wretch in reaction to the habit of spitting. As the story (rant) went on, it became more and more humorous. I am not posting a link here because I don’t think she really deserves more views.

She did have a truly unpleasant vacation experience and the company that arranged her travel and hotel ripped her off and she did not get her money’s worth. However, that doesn’t mean it is okay to say all Chinese people are rude, cheating, etc.

Rudeness is a culturally defined concept. What is rude to one culture is expected or overlooked in another. Expecting your cultural standards in another country is both stupid and, let’s face it, rude.

The unwritten rule in China (urban China) seems to be “keep moving.” For example, cars rarely stop, slow down, or wait. If the car in front of them stops or slows down, they drive around it. If there is a pedestrian in the cross walk, they drive around the person rather than stop and wait. Scooters, motorcycles, and bicycles do not stop for red lights. They just blow through the intersection, pedestrians and oncoming traffic be damned. In terms of pedestrians, the keep moving rule applies there, too. A crowd funneling into an escalator just keeps taking little steps and pressing forward and eventually everyone gets on. People getting onto a train or into an elevator don’t wait for people to get off. Keep moving!

I was waiting for an elevator once with a mother who had a stroller and a middle aged Chinese man. When the elevator came, I moved forward based on my American culture of “ladies and old people first” and the Chinese man moved forward based on his cultural rule. We squeezed in simultaneously. We exited the same way. The mother with stroller could probably call us both rude.

I could gripe constantly about the “keep moving” practice, especially the scooters, but that just wears at the soul. (If I do go off the deep end, it will probably be because of the scooters.) The “that’s so rude!” attitude isn’t constructive. On the bright side, when we return to California (famous for bad driving) we get to look around, pleasantly surprised, and say “the driving here is so considerate!” It’s all relative.

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Update:

front loader tractor on city street

I see your rural tractor and raise you an urban front loader.