Anshan, The Place Where I Live

Here's a new batch of pictures from Anshan in no certain order.  Most of these were taken during my second term at the school.

This is how board I get.  If you can't tell what it is, I've written "BILL WAZ HERE" in giant letters in the snow covering the lake outside my building.  It took about a half hour.  I took the picture while hanging out the window of Catherine and Arturo's room.
Taken with two of my students and their friends.  I was walking through the Feb. 14th Park (named for the day Anshan was liberated) and they wanted to have their picture take with me.  Sometimes, complete strangers do this as well.  The ones first and third from the right were my students.
What's all this nonsense I hear about bad relations between the US and China.  Someone over here clearly likes us.  This is me giving an English corner for one of the departments.  My usual routine was to introduce myself and let the students ask questions.  This was organized by one of my old students who knew me well enough to know I loved Coke.
My former students Li Qi (left) and Chen Hong Mei (Right)  Both are from different departments but they made friends in my class.  I've found students  often have few friends outside their own class groups.
The market near the school.  People cram into a narrow street with their bicycles and scooters for meat, vegetables, fruit, cloth, pots and pans, clothes, some things I don't recognize.  The seller on the right is piling something onto a scale.  The odd thing to me is that everything is in the open.  Chinese like to see things.  Even on windy, dirty days everything is exposed to the bugs and trash.  Even the meats.  It can be a bit nasty but I figure if it doesn't hurt the locals it won't hurt me.  It is strange buying meat that's still on the bone and looks like 3 hours earlier had been grazing.

The Second Qianshan International Festival

Me and a giant beer.  I kinda needed one after seeing all this.  This was taken at a really weird parade the city put on before the Festival.  Among the cast of characters was a group of floats, a roller-skate troupe, ballerinas who had to perform on a slippery platform, a group of foreign students from Shenyang including Americans, Europeans, and Africans, (the Africans were forced onto a stage to do a little dance.  Some came in native costume) a group of wacky Germans dressed like ants (???) and doing a really weird tecno dance, and then there was us; the international students and teacher of our college.  We didn't dance or anything (though a German ant invited me to) but for some reason some people ran out with silly string and attacked us.  I grabbed someone's can and fired back.  That was our contribution.  The walking beers are from Shenyang.  Anshan has two breweries of it's own.  Most major cities in China have their own beer.
At the moment, I don't have any pictures taken during the race, but here's one of me taken at the highest point.  Just like last year, the "authorities" tried to make us go home early but we trudged on toward the top.
Someone carved a Buddha into the rock on the mountains peak.  People come up to kowtow or tie prayer clothes to the trees. 
The oldest temple at Qianshan.  It was originally built over 1,000 years ago.  This is my favorite temple in China because it really looks like a temple.  Most look like tourist traps.  At this one, monks are actually working.  There's a field just outside where they grow their food.  Last time I was here, they were working to rebuild one of the building.  Unfortunately, the local gov't has been encouraging everyone to modernize for tourism so they've stuck up a few new buildings.
An old Daoist (Taoist) monk sits in the courtyard of the Five Dragon Temple and watches the world go by.  That's not all he does, on my last visit I saw this same fellow doubled over under a load of branches he was carrying in for firewood.  This is the biggest temple at Qianshan, and the gaudiest.  Lao Zi would have been proud.  There's even a giant statue to him.
A Buddhist monk contemplates the emptiness of the mountains.  This was at another temple undergoing renovation.  Monks don't like to have their pictures taken because they've renounced all pleasures and if you take their picture it means you think that they're important and may give them a sense of pride.  That's why I always take pictures when they're not looking.
Me in a small structure in the Daoist temple.  While building structures like this to draw attention to the Dao run counter the idea, I just liked the YingYang.
  During Spring Festival a massive amount of fireworks were set off.  This is a street sweeper cleaning the sidewalk outside the hotel my school was in. 
   Me teaching an adult class.  This was when I was working for a private school.  Not a very good experience.  Who looks more board, me or the sudents?

Third Annual Qianshan International Festival

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