Last night Matt, my roommate, and I ventured out to the only real nightclub in town, called Rave Party. We were drunk by the time we got there, and as we stepped into the lobby of this monsterous building with an equally monsterous sign screaming RAVE PARTY up front, a man on stilts and in full psychadelia prankster-like gear stepped out of the elevetor. Excellent. So we get up to the club and are ushered to our table sometime around 8:30 - the party is already in full swing, and our table is directly next to the stage/dance floor. Which, I might add, is apparently the only dance floor in all of Huizhou - the Chinese don't dance. Or at least not frequently. The waitress approaches, a few more then to try out their four lines of English, and we order the minimum allowed twelve beers to our table. They have some bizarre drinking game with dice that each table is set up for, and you drink your beer out of shotglasses. Which really makes you drink a lot, and very quickly. All of a sudden the lights dim a bit more and the shitty Chinese house music slows down a bit. Two guys in top hats, English shirts and sunglasses step on stage with a guitar and bass, and while the drums and other instruments are played over the speaker system, they belt out Hotel California and a number of other Eagles' tunes in very poor English, constantly motioning for our table to come up and sing with them. Then the dancers come. The hottest fuckin' Chinese girls I've ever seen in my life, at least 10 of them, get on these little raised platforms near the tables and start doing duo dance shows, which amount to little more than the girls humping each other, kissing each other's necks and rubbing all sorts of fun body parts together. We were there with a Chinese friend of Matt's - Terrible Terry - and I asked him whether those girls could be fucked. They can, for a price. So soon enough we're all wasted - the drinking game moves fast - and groups of girls are coming over to our table and flirting without speaking. Eventually Matt and I settle on three girls who'd come to us from the table just across the way and we go out, dance a little. While we're up there, about 8 other girls come up to dance around us, and eventually we're each in the middle of a circle of Chinese girls. Maybe only 10 minutes later we decide to leave, grabbing the three original girls we'd gone to the floor with. They didn't speak a fucking word of English, so the walk home was just Matt and I talking while they giggled and occasionally spoke to each other. About an hour and a half later we both emerge from our rooms to have a smoke on the balcony, while the girls lay asleep - or something - in our beds. Huizhou is a disgusting, fucking city. There's about one beautiful spot I've seen, and a lot of weird, fascinating things, but in general it's just dirty, poor and run-down. The parts that are nice are reserved for the super-rich. But man, oh man, that night club. It's fully possible to go to any bar and pick up a girl just as easily. But there's just something about the strangeness, weirdness and debauchery of that place. It exactly defines the word 'exotic'. And hear, you're a rock star. It's even more intense in the club. It's the wealthy girls, and the hot girls, and they come with their male friends who they ditch within moments of seeing you. The band wants you up on stage, the girls going next door to the karaoke room are trying to drag you, the waiters crowd around your table, people bring you drinks for free, the girls dance in front of your table... And if God himself came down from the skies and decreed that tonight you wouldn't get a girl at the club, there's still the Pink Hotel right beside it. What's the Pink Hotel? It's where girls and guys who are looking to fuck go and sit in the bar, wait for someone they approve of, and then go up to a room for an hour and a half (about $7 Canadian to rent a room for an hour and a half, $10 for the night). And as if all of this wasn't enough to differentiate China from every other goddamn place on earth, they have only two complaints about Matt and I - we're too thin, and not hairy enough. They think of Western men as being big and thick and animalistic, and they want you to be a good 200 lbs - muscle or fat, it doesn't matter at all which - with full beard, neck hair, chest hair pouring out of your shirt. I am going to have one hell of a year.
You're quite a novelist. At least give us some indication that you got your virgin ass some Chinese girls. Nah, but honestly, that was some entertaining reading. I hope this thread goes for a while.
Those are hookers, it's not about being "exotic". Their are chinese prudes who wouldn't approve of that in the least.
Of course we did, what do you think they were doing sleeping in our beds? I took two, Matt took one. All was well. And yeah, I'm 21 and Matt is 25, though I look older and him younger; the Chinese on average guess I'm about 27. I actually have a rather full beard, but it's short right now, and I weigh maybe 175 - 180, Matt a bit less than me, though both of us are tall fellows. ------ Well for hookers they sure didn't seem to want any money. We kicked the two girls out of the room shortly before I typed that post, and all they wanted was our phone numbers. To which we just pleaded that we had no phone. Matt, who has been here longer, says it's not worth the risk of the girls constantly calling (which has happened to him a few times) when you can really just go out and do the same thing on any given night. I'm in agreeance. But we didn't buy them drinks, nor did they want that. The girls dancing on the raised platforms were apparently hookers, as were many of the girls sitting in the Pink Hotel. But you'd have to be pretty stupid to think that every girl in every club in Huizhou is a hooker. There are Canadian, American, British, Australian and every other flock of people prudes who wouldn't approve of that in the least, either. What the heck is your point???
You didn't say they weren't hookers though it sure sounded like they were. Your post came across as they might have been since you didn't originally say whether they wanted money or not. Either way, those are some skanks but since it was mutual it doesn't matter.
To be honest, most of the girls here, at least the ones who've been in bars or the club, seem all to be just about ready to jump in the sac with the western boys. I guess you could say a lot of the girls in my city (I won't generalize China) are simply pretty skanky. But they all either want to come home with you, or have your phone number, or make out just outside the bar. This has been pretty apparent to the other white boys here, as well. Keep in mind we're in a city that has about 30 westerners in it, so these people seem a little freaked out by our presence.
How good is your Mandarin? You said earlier in the thread that it is very difficult to speak. I assume you know a decent amount if you knew you were going to be living and teaching in China. Or is speaking it just particularly tough in your area?
I only decided to live in China about a week before I left. It was a kind of last minute seat-of-the-pants decision to leave. I can remember some small amount of Mandarin from kung-fu for years, but little of it is useful besides the counting. So no, the Mandarin I've got is just what I've been learning recently. Yes, though, it is hard in my area. Guangdong is known for having the dirtiest Mandarin in China, and Huizhou is one of the worst cities in the province. So text-book Mandarin doesn't fly too well around town.
I too hope you keep us updated. lol @ the 200 lbs, doesnt matter if it is fat or muscle bit Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Combined with his tone (yes, he has one online Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!) it made it sound quite nice.
How is your stomach standing up ?? Every time I go to China I end up with a very bad case of the shits. Love the place though.. The ritual with the throwing out the first cup of tea is to clean the cup.. Water in China is very suspect.. That is why I drink the Brandy at about $1.60 a bottle Purely for health reasons Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!)
My stomach goes in and out. I'm not holding down too much food, but it's not been horrible. More or less, I just can't quite eat as much as I could at home. So far I've stuck to beer. I'm trying to save as much money as humanly possible for travelling purposes. And I will keep you guys completely updated, don't you worry.
You will know by now to always have toilet paper.. What do you think about those squat toilets ??? It wants to come out of both ends when I use them Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!))
Tyler, I know a guy who slept with lots and lots of girls over there, and he took pictures of all the girls he slept with. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Today there was a class of kindergarten teachers, all women, who had asked the girls who work our front desk about me - Jianadan hwa-shin (Canadian playboy) - and for some reason they'd told the women that I arrived with a guitar in hand. So today they hounded and hounded me to come play for them. Why not, it might as well be a laugh. Anyway so they shouted out the few English (mostly sappy) songs they knew, and I did my best to play and sing for them. And they went craaaaaaaaazy. (One of them, very hot, I played it up for good). In the course of events I got two Chinese names from them. One was kuai-le (apparently meaning 'happiness'), because it sounded close to Tyler. The other was a-wang (pronounced wahng, not wang), apparently meaning "good luck charm, lots of money". I have no idea what they actually mean!
