Alright, so the trip has finally begun! I’m not in Helsinki yet, don’t get excited. We started off heading to Harwich, and got the ferry from Harwich to Esbjerg in Denmark. Apparently this line is being closed for good at the end of next month, and being some of the last people ever to travel on it is kind of special.
The ferry itself was really fun. Dinner was really nice - we went for the buffet, with a very nice rose and funnily enough the fish bar was really delicious. The cabin was very comfortable too, and although I was on a fold out bed, it was very comfortable and felt very stable.
The journey itself started off very calmly, but there was an announcement in the evening that there would be pitching and rolling expected after midnight. While that was true, I think the sea was certainly getting rough earlier on in the evening! None of us got much sleep, I have to say. I was very comfortable, but even though all I had up there with me was my book, my ipod and my alarm clock, I was paranoid about something taking a flying leap off the bed and either concussing someone or shattering.
A side effect of this, since the crossing itself was about 19 hours or so, was that we spent most of the rest of the day feeling like we were still on the boat and the ground was pitching and rolling beneath us, even when it was solid.
After we landed at Esbjerg (the breakfast on the ship was also fantastic, I would like to say) we drove to Odense. Tomorrow we go on to Copenhagen, but it was a convenient and very pleasant stop en route which was easier than trying to push the whole way without a great deal of sleep at all.
Odense is the birthplace of Hans Christian Andersen. We had a nice walk around in the afternoon, and did most of the Andersen trail, following the footprints backwards because we like to be unique. The cathedral is a beautiful brick building, and there are some really lovely parks. We were also lucky enough to catch the end of a performance by the Andersen museum with many different stories featuring, and some of the songs from the Danny Kay movie (including The Ugly Duckling!). That was not the strangest musical encounter today though, the award for which goes to the busking group performing Seven Nation Army entirely vocally with no guitar of any kind, or attempt to hum the hook the song is famous for. It was recognisable from the words and the singing was good, but it was a very different approach!
Dinner was Mexican, not bad, but possibly qualifies as random in Denmark!
Overall it’s been a great start to the epic journey to Helsinki, and I can’t wait to continue on! I’ll post some pictures soon, when I have more faith in my internet connection.
My university makes me write journal entries on my year out, and here’s the one I wrote before I go ;) You will get much more frequent updates, I think I only have to write four for them!
I’ve always been determined to go abroad as part of my university experience. Even before I knew precisely where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do, I knew that I wanted to take advantage of the unparalleled opportunities to explore the world. It’s true that when you have a job and you’re earning money, you can take the chance to explore then, but there’s nothing quite like living, studying or working somewhere to really get a feel for what it’s like.
Yes, I know this sounds a little bit like a sales pitch, I’m sorry, that’s just how I write!
When I started looking around universities in year 10 or so (yes, I know I was precocious. I wanted to look at courses that sounded interesting so I could be sure to pick the right a-levels to follow the path I wanted to in life. I like planning ahead, especially for things that matter.) I had a look at York, not least because I had fond memories of a physics summer school I attended when I was 14, living in Goodricke Cell Block C (James N block as it is now). Discovering it had one of the top chemistry departments in the country only made me more sure of my choice, and finding out about the study abroad opportunities I could incorporate into my degree, and the fantastic languages programs available only made me more determined to come. To be honest, I’m glad Oxford rejected me - they made my choice for me. Yes, I know it’s a little (or a lot) cliche to be an Oxbridge reject at York, but when I say I would have struggled to make the decision, I do sincerely mean it, and I haven’t looked back since.
I looked at all the destinations listed on the chemistry year abroad page, and I decided, even before I’d got to York, that I wanted to spend my fourth year in Helsinki. One of my favourite bands was Finnish, I’d never seen any of the Nordic countries, though I’d been to some of the more popular destinations like France, Spain and Germany. I already spoke French and Spanish, I didn’t learn German at school… and though I was a fairly proficient speaker, the idea of trying to do a chemistry degree in a foreign language didn’t appeal, and everything I could find about Finland said they taught in English and there was no language requirement.
I grew up in America, and in my mind it was expensive and a long way, as was Australia (though a sincere dislike of spiders, particularly deadly ones, had pretty much ruled that one out for me already). So, Finland it was to be.
When I finally got to the end of second year, and decisions started to be made, it was all very exciting and a little disconcerting to realise that this thing I had been planning for so long (with a little diversion into European industrial placements, which I won’t talk about) was finally coming to pass. Despite spending three months of last summer in China, it was very daunting to suddenly be making all these arrangements and plans and applications. Mainly because of the amount of paperwork. Don’t let anyone pull the wool over your eyes, there is a /lot/ of paperwork.
I was so determined to study abroad because… another cliche, I hope you’ll forgive me, I have always had a passion for learning. A hunger to learn and understand about anything and everything. There were quite a few things I could have studied at university, so I decided to pick the one you needed to be properly qualified to do (they don’t let you near the fun chemicals without a degree, unfortunately). I wanted to learn a(nother) new language and experience a different culture and the challenge of Finnish appealed to me, especially after Japanese and Mandarin (my last two… conquests is too strong a word. I might be able to get by.) Learning about the University of Helsinki and its place on the world stage just made me more certain that this was the place to go, and I’m just looking forward to another chance to be independent and experience so many new things.
I may regret saying this now but I’m not too worried about homesickness. That hasn’t been too much of a problem before, not even in my three months in China, which is both further away and even more of an alien culture than Finland. I’m more worried at the moment about the practical things, like whether or not my accomodation is going to be sorted out in time for me to move in, what will I and won’t I be able to buy in Finland, what the food is going to be like out there… but I’m far more excited than I am fearful, certainly at this stage.
And so now, after what is probably four or five years of this being a distant dream (maybe a few more if you count from the first yearnings of “I want to go abroad…”), it’s finally about to become a reality (conditional upon my exam results, because at this stage in life, everything is conditional on exam results). I’ve done all the paperwork (almost, and what I haven’t done I don’t have yet), I’ve made contact with the host institution, I know what area my project is going to be in (The Chemistry of Nucleotides and Nucleosides, by the way… it’s stuff to do with genetic material, so if anyone tries to tell me when I’ve finished that it’s not ‘biological’ enough for a Master’s in Biological and Medicinal Chemistry I might throw a crying fit). Now it’s just a countdown till the end of week 10 when I find out if I did well enough to go.
Looks like this old blog will be starting up again with a new adventure! Come August/September, I am heading to Helsinki, the capital of Finland, for the Master’s year of my degree.
For those of you unfamiliar with the British education system, I am doing a four year university course with an integrated Master’s year, so I do four years, I come out with a Master’s in Chemistry, with Medicinal and Biological Chemistry. I hope.
I’m looking forward to starting a new journey and sharing it with you!
The first night in Xi’an was actually spent at a farm in the Qingling mountains. We drove out, walked up the mountain, drank local beer, played cards, ate delicious food, lit fires and roasted pineapple marshmallows, and played charades.
"We gave it to him and we don’t know what he’s doing."
"YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS, YOU’RE SCOTTISH!"
"How the hell do we do onomatopoeia?!"
There were no mattresses on the farm, so it was’nt a great night’s sleep, but the food was truly amazing. On the way back we went swimming in a little pool in a mountain stream. It was freezing cold but really fun.
Our guide in Xi’an was amazing, and had a great taste in restaurants. It got to the point where we were happy to go somewhere, let her order, and just eat what turned up. The first night a small group of us went with her to her favourite restaurant which was small and slightly dirty and didn’t look inspiring, but… the food was /amazing/, especially the sweet and sour, so we were happy to be there! The next night in the Muslim quarter we went to a famous dumpling restaurant where we had soup dumplings. They were delicious.
The terracotta warriors were amazing, they really were. It’s a fantastic feeling to be at a site like that, seeing something so spectacular, so famous… it was amazing. It really was. They all have different spaces, and there were some areas where they’d been broken and knocked down, and that was quite an eerie sight in a way because of how lifelike the figures were.
The detail was truly amazing, and I got all the pictures I could.
There were no mattresses or wester toilets in Xi’an. And I read Morse.
Then we got up early in the morning and left on a 6 hour coach trip to Dengfeng, the home of Shaolin Kung-fu.
We went to an orphanage and watched the Kung-fu show, and then had a lesson. That was fun, it was a challenge, but fun, I could keep up with the kung fu, but not the swords. Then we practised a party trick that resulted in bruised hands but was still fun.
The second day in Dengfeng we went to the Shaolin temple and watched the kung fu show there which was very impressive, but not as good as the orphans had been in some cases. Which is a testament to their skill, I think. And we watched Regina make an idiot of herself in the competition thing they ran. Which was hilarious.
Then everyone else climbed a mountain, up some stairs, in heat. I stopped halfway up and had an icecream because I felt very unwell and it seemed stupid to force myself onwards. I talked to Aziza instead and had a nice afternoon. All I missed was a small cave where you can’t take pictures, and a chalky Buddha statue erected in 1995.
That night we all had McDonalds and got on a night train to Beijing. I was in a compartment of loud Chinese people who decided that five to one in the morning was a good time to start talking loudly and slurping noodles. Did I mention we got off the train at 6:30 in the morning? Not a great night’s sleep.
photosofmyfairytale-deactivated asked: Hey :) I read your post about your stay at Yangshuo, because I'm gonna be there in Octobre to study Chinese. Is there anything you could recommend me to do? I dn't know anything about this place and I'm so exited to go there. The pictures look sooo fantastic. Thanks for answering me! ;) Have a nice weekend!
Of course! The main thing we did in Yangshuo was to go bamboo rafting on the river there. It’s a fantastic experience, really peaceful and a great way to see the amazing scenery there. I know some other people went Deep Water Soloing which is rock climbing without ropes over water and then jumping off. I think they had a really good time, and I also heard very good things about the mud baths in the moon cave - if you do that, though, make sure you use swimming gear you aren’t too fond of! The mud does not come out again. That’s the best advice I can give for the moment, but anything else you want to ask, feel free and I hope you have a great time!
After another 24 hour train ride (on which I finally had to capitulate and use the train squat toilets which weren’t as bad as I had feared, to be fair) we arrived in Chengdu and got a minibus to our hostel. That afternoon was just wandering around and gentle explorations, so we went to see the Mao statue and People’s Square.
Dinner was Sichuan hotpot, which I have to say I wasn’t inspired by. But the beef was nice, and I had my oil well flavoured so pretty much everything tasted mainly of garlic which is perfectly fine. I think we overpaid though.
That night I stayed up late talking to Cass and Jenni, and then got up at half six in the morning to go and see the pandas.
Pandas are not as big as you would expect for something with ‘giant’ in the name. They’re also incredibly human in behaviour, which is hilarious to watch, and seem to enjoy falling on their heads. Though to be fair there is little in there to damage. I’m very glad we went, they were adorable, and it was fantastic to be up close to them like that.
The afternoon was free, so we got a taxi to see Wang’s tomb which is a mausoleum of an old emperor which is over 1000 years old and an important archaeological site. Which is unfortunately still in the process of being redeveloped. But we had a nice walk round nonethless and got back to the hostel in time for me to locate and read Unnatural Death by Dorothy L Sayers, because I have very little of Niccolo left and am therefore desperately trying to fill in the gaps with good, reliable writing (for example here in Xi’an, I’ve located a Morse omnibus).
After another night train, we arrived here in Xi’an.
Yangshuo is the most time we spend in any one place on the trip. Unfortunately due to certain bad senses of timing I wasn’t able to make the most of it, but it was still a great place.
The scenery is unique and fantastically beautiful, it’s a little backpacking town with a lot of culinary options from Western to Chinese and a wide selection of hostels and exciting activities.
We stayed in a not particularly inspiring hostel with a great rooftop bar. Our room was damp and the toilet leaked. I shared with Lauren and Ewell, so that was at least a nice choice of companions. I have to say that, although expensive, the hostel did have a good laundry service for which we were very grateful.
On the first day we went for a bike ride (I have not ridden a bike in many years, and found that a combination of resting due to illness and lack of exercise on night trains means that my fitness level has dropped considerably) to go bamboo rafting. The bike ride was not easy going and I did struggle a bit to keep up, but getting there was alright despite Chinese traffic, uneven road surfaces, and hills.
Bamboo rafting was a magical experience - I didn’t take my camera because none of us were sure how dry it was likely to be. Lauren and I went a different route from everyone else though, we’re about 90% sure. We didn’t see anyone else going round and thought they’d be waiting for us when we got back due to being last to leave but in fact we were the second to get back.
It was very peaceful and the guy who was punting us along was nice enough. We also appreciate the occasional excitement of going down the little weirs. It got our feet wet and was enough to keep you from getting overly complacent. On the way back, though, nobody realised that several people were left behind, including myself and Ewell, so they turned off and we got lost. I burst into tears because I was tired and sore and embarrassed and I had known it would be inevitable in a way, and then we took the bikes back to the hostel where the guide met us, apologised a lot and took the bikes back to the place we’d got them from.
The prices in the rooftop bar for happy hour were good too, so I made the most of that. I also ate there for a few nights though the food wasn’t inspiring.
After the previous biking experience I elected not to do the bike ride/hike and mud baths on the second day, and I had been expressly informed not to go deep water soloing (rock climbing above water without ropes) so instead I had an easy day and wandered around Yangshuo a bit. It was a nice place. Not cheap, or not too cheap, but pleasant nonetheless. That Wednesday was also my one year anniversary with Cassandra, so although we were on opposite sides of the world, we spent what we could together.
Which ended up being precious little because the cocktail straws were drippy and half my keyboard stopped working. It has since dried out enough to be more or less functional though I’ve lost the use of the down key. I’m considering replacing it when I get back home. Paranoid as I am about doing things to my computer, I think even I could manage that.
On the Thursday morning, Lauren and I went to cooking school. That began with a trip to the market, where they were indeed selling dog and cat meat. I think it was a shock to a lot of Western sensibilities but, although grim, it was still… interesting to see?
Either way, we then made kungpao chicken, pork and vegetable dumplings, and fried eggplant, all of which were delicious but which I sadly couldn’t finish. I do have the recipes though. Cooking was quite scary with large gas flames, one handed measuring and spitting oil, but we managed! And the outcome was delicious, if not something I’ll necessarily be replicating.
After another wander round, in the rain (the weather in Yangshuo was not inspiring), I eventually treated myself to a very nice dinner of chicken schnitzel, chips and salad, with chocolate milk, and a banana and chocolate crepe to follow. And it was wonderful, if expensive, and I have no regrets. Food is about the one thing I am occasionally treating myself with on this trip.
That about covers Yangshuo and we’re almost caught up, ladies and gentlemen!