Alex - 24 - British - Sentimental - Blogs exclusively through a queue. Dates a girl who reads - Lives China - Is not a species of tree.
if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
Check the link out, thought it would be interesting to people. :)
While on the way back from the gym, a strange, somewhat saddening experience.
As I moved to alight the bus, the driver slammed the door in my face, and ordered Sarah and me to come to the front. We thought that he was trying to help us stay dry - it was raining very heavily and there was quite a flood on the road and pavement - but when we reached him he angrily pounded the bus-fare box and told us that we had not both paid.
Sarah explained that she had paid him.
Yes, the driver said, she had, but I had not.
Sarah exclaimed that she had paid two kuai. It only costs one kuai to ride the bus - so one was for her and the other for me.
I would have liked to have been able to tell him that this was the case, but my Chinese is so limited that I wouldn’t have been able to say any more than what Sarah had already told him. “She gave you two yuan.”
Well, it seemed that the explanation was good enough because he shrugged, said “ok,” and told us to get off. I was off the bus first, out into the rain. Since Sarah was a step behind me, she was able to hear the driver practice a little bit of his English on her.
The other passengers laughed as the doors closed and the bus started moving away. In retrospect, we agreed that they were probably laughing out of discomfort - we’ve noticed that Chinese people tend to do that - rather than laughing at us.
So, that was a little saddening, but Sarah made a great point afterwards that for every person like that, for every time we’ve been shouted at or glared at, or met someone who was annoyed by our poor Chinese, or had a ticket vendor try to fob us off because she didn’t want to have to bother with stupid waiguoren, there have been 10+ who have been friendly, helpful, compassionate, who have inconvenienced themselves in order to help us, who have taken the time to personally escort us somewhere while lost, or been on the phone to friends to help to translate something, or done so many other things to make us feel welcome and secure. I can’t put it any better than what Sarah said. Most Chinese people we’ve met have been
super friendly…to the point that I’m (even more) ashamed of how stupid white people in America treat foreigners.
So, at the end of the day, really we’re very lucky.