Of pigs, flights and attendants
Hello everyone, this is Owen and this is my podcast for Friday 27th of February, 2015. Greetings from paradise! No, I'm not talking about China. I'm talking to you from Isla Isabela, the largest island of the Galapagos Islands. The weather is beautiful and sunny. It is very hot though. In fact I have a nasty [1] sunburn on my back. Apart from that everything is wonderful. I've snorkelled with large turtles, seen gigantic tortoises and walked on the beach alongside numerous iguanas. And I'm planning to climb the largest volcano on the island. On today's episode I'll be talking about my early Spring Festival, getting to Ecuador and a little girl named Anita.
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As I mentioned last time, a friend of mine organised an early Chinese New Year celebration for me in his hometown. I knew that his hometown was about 400km south-east of Kunming, very close to the Vietnamese border. But I didn't know where exactly he was taking me or what to expect. According to him his hometown is in the countryside. Over the years I have come to learn, though, that in China anything that isn't a city with a million people is considered the countryside. It turns out that his hometown is roughly the size of Zurich. I guess for China that is the countryside. On the evening we arrived, my friend's uncle invited us all to his house. The family had prepared a large meal for us. A few of their friends turned up as well. The south of China, along the border with Vietnam, is home to the largest minority in China. The minority's name is Zhuang. My friend and his family are from this minority. Zhuang people also live across the border in Vietnam. Their language doesn't sound anything like Mandarin. To me, it sounds more similar to south-east Asian languages, especially Vietnamese. The majority of Zhuang people speak Mandarin too. So during our dinner they were speaking a mix of the two languages. I was sitting at a table with my friend's uncle, who as the host gave a short speech to welcome the guests. He also briefly spoke about all the food on the table. And then he solemnly [2] expressed his apologies for the food not being very delicious. This is standard etiquette in China. Nevertheless it made me smile because at the table next to us was his wife. And it was his wife who had cooked all the food. Before this trip people warned me that the Zhuang people enjoy drinking. Besides beer they like to drink their homemade alcohol. So I was prepared, but I wasn't looking forward to their local drink. I've tried enough Chinese alcohol in my days and I cannot say I enjoy it. My heart sank when they brought out a large plastic canister. The sort of canister you would usually fill with petrol. This one was filled with mijiu, an alcohol made from corn. Not all that different in taste from petrol, I imagine. Thankfully, the hosts didn't insist. Out of politeness, I tried a little sip. After that I stuck to [3] beer. The next morning we had to get up early. I wasn't feeling great. I had a bad headache from the night before and a bad cold. The weather didn't help. It was grey and wet and the air looked polluted. We were in the middle of the city, not in the peaceful countryside as I had thought. It was in the city, under a newly built overhead motorway where they suddenly announced: "Alright, time to slaughter [4] the pig!” It turned out that they had ordered a whole pig for the big celebration that night and that they were going to slaughter the pig themselves. As we waited for the pig to be delivered, I couldn't help wondering why they had chosen to slaughter the pig there. Next to us there was a large building site and lots of builders making a lot of noise. Big trucks kept driving by and there was a lot of traffic everywhere. When the pig eventually arrived, I couldn't help but feel very sorry for it. The whole thing spoilt [5] my appetite for the day. Later during the celebration, I only managed to eat a few vegetables whilst everyone else was enjoying all the fresh meat. The celebration itself was very loud and messy and fun. Two Zhuang singers performed local songs and everyone was singing along with them. All in all it wasn't at all what I expected but it was certainly a very interesting experience.
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Having arrived on the Galapagos Islands a few days ago, I wish I never had to leave. Why do I wish I never had to leave? Well, it is simply beautiful. But also, it took us so long to get here, I dread [6] ever having to board another plane in my life. From Kunming my girlfriend and I took a flight to Hong Kong, from Hong Kong we took another flight to Tokyo, from Tokyo to Dallas, from Dallas to Miami, from Miami to Guayaquil and from Guayaquil to the Galapagos Islands. And, of course, somewhere along the way they lost our luggage. But there wasn't much we could do about that. And we hadn't reached our final destination quite yet. Next we sat in the back of a pick-up [7] for an hour to get to the port [8] where the last and hardest bit of the journey was about to start. Two hours on a speedboat bouncing over big waves to reach Isla Isabela. By the end our faces had turned green. It didn't help that our fellow passengers on the boat became violently seasick one hour into the trip. Luckily my girlfriend and I survived without being sick. And her family was there to welcome us. The journey from China to Isla Isabela took us 45 hours. And our luggage took another two days to arrive. The whole trip started off alright and then seemed to get worse and worse. To get to Tokyo we flew with a Japanese airline, which was very nice. They served a delicious lunch which included miso soup [9] and ice cream for dessert. From Tokyo onwards we flew with an American airline, which was not so nice. The food was horrible and the flight attendants [10] were very strange. The man serving my aisle was quite old but looked like a bodybuilder. Because of his age and his muscles he had problems bending over to place the food on our trays. There was also a flight attendant who wore winter gloves throughout the whole flight.
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Another reason why I don't want my holiday to end is the youngest member of my girlfriend's family. She's my girlfriend's niece. Her name is Anita, she's 3 years old and she lives in Ecuador. She's adorable and she's here with us on holiday on the Galapagos Islands. As I assume with most 3 year olds, she is quite the character. She has a huge appetite and talks a lot. She's starting to pick up many new words and expressions. My favourite story about Anita that I've heard so far happened a couple of weeks ago. She was at kindergarten and they were watching a film. Anita was sitting at the front of the classroom close to the television. At the back there was a boy, who after a few minutes complained to the teacher that he couldn't see anything. Anita promptly stood up, turned around and shouted at him: “Your problem, mate [11]! You got here late”.
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Now I must congratulate my colleague Andrea who just recorded her 50th podcast in German. To celebrate this milestone [12] we have organised a competition. In order to participate in the competition you must answer the following question: Where did Andrea and Joanne meet? Please write your answer in the comment box on our website. You have until March 31st to submit [13] your answer. The winner will receive a Migros voucher. Good luck to you and well done to Andrea. Thank you also to Raphaela for her comment on my last podcast. And to all of my listeners, please feel free to post any questions you might have in the comment box below. You can listen to all my podcasts on our website www.podclub.ch or by downloading our app. In a fortnight [14] you'll be hearing from my father Gerry and I'll be back again on March 27th. I'll be talking more about my holiday and the city of Cuenca which is our next destination. Until then, goodbye!
Glossaire: Owen in China [1] nasty: here: bad
[2] solemnly: seriously and without humour
[3] stuck to: here: only had
[4] slaughter: to kill an animal for its meat
[5] spoilt: here: ruined
[6] dread: not look forward to
[7] pick-up: a type of big car with an open back
[8] port: the place where boats leave and arrive
[9] miso soup: a Japanese soup made from soybeans
[10] flight attendants: the people serving passengers on an airplane
[11] mate: slang for friend
[12] milestone: an important achievement
[13] submit: here: give
[14] fortnight: two weeks