The class took a journalistic trip to a small town called Zhangbei in neighbouring province Hebei to see these.
To cut the crap and tell the gist, the trip was a total failure but before I go to that, I would like to share some of the not-too-shabby pictures I took during the trip.
Left campus at 7 a.m.
Lina in the middle of the wind farm.
Steve & Stacie (his camera).
Calvin & Steve. Calvin said he’s quiting smoking… since I first met him last September.
Kristina & Wendy. Who had to pee.
Kristina: “It’s times like these when I wish I had a penis.”
I took the last two pictures with my Olympus digi-cam and hence, must be said are really quite shabby.
However, they are to show you how bad a traffic jam we were stuck in. Calvin had time to get down the bus to smoke. Probably about 25-30 of us all had the time to get off, find cover (a process unnecessary for the guys), and pee. It was snail inching traffic for the majority of the 250km journey back to Beijing.
We left Zhangbei at about 4 p.m.
We were making dinner plans and mahjong session afterwards.
We were told it was gonna take about 3-4 hours.
We were fooled.
We eventually got back at about 5.30 a.m. A.M. A.M. A.M.!!!!
There were some pretty intense drama and a tad bit of panicking as we ran out of water and food at about 12 a.m. Somebody even called their embassy for help (to which they said “nobody is in serious distress so no, we can’t help you…yet”) but more on that some other time.
To complete the transformation from “the longest day of my life” to “a complete failure of a trip”, the interviews were all in Chinese and most international students (probably about 70% of us) got not one bit of useful information.
Well done professors.
Here’s your story: KISS MY MALAYSIAN ASS.