I'm posting this from a random hotel room in Xuzhou - a pretty big city in the Middle of Nowhere AKA Jiangsu province, China - where I stayed tonight with a few friends from the academy and my old roomie.
So today is.. March 12th. Which means it's been over three months since I moved to China to learn kung fu. To be honest I haven't learned much, as I've been injured, and only started seriously training last week, when master Bao decided my injury is taking too long to recover so I should just ignore the pain and train, like they used to do in the Shaolin temple.
It's been a pretty rough three months nevertheless. Chinese winter is nothing like Israeli winter, and my body was in no way prepared for it. down to -10c degrees, snow, no heating. I gained so much weight- not training and eating so much to stay warm, I feel disgusted with myself. Living conditions are really basic, China is really stinky and even though I don't want to use the term "culture shock", it's definitely been.. different.
Anyway, I did learn some kung fu- even if I'm only now starting to run and go into lower stances, improved my Chinese skills quite a lot- I'm now considered to be the student who knows the most Chinese! Made a lot of good friends, some of them Shaolin kung fu masters which I find awesome. I'm hoping the extra weight will go away now that the weather is warming up and I'm training again.
Yesterday I went to this job.. interview thing, and taught a bunch of 7-9 y/o Chinese kids some English. I'm supposed to start working today, two hours every weekend, for a pretty good amount of money. I honestly don't know why- I've never taught before and I don't really need the money, and it's not like I have too much spare time either... It just.. came up.
Meh, hope you're all well!