We moved apartments this weekend. Four trips in a borrowed electric powered three-wheel cart (thanks Tim and Helen!) was enough to get all the worldy goods we own in Asia into our new neighbourhood. We’ll have photos and stuff once it’s clean and everything’s put away. We’re really happy with it – it’s definitely ‘Chinese,’ in an average neighbourhood, but not so different that living there will make us suddenly freak out from accumulated culture shock in a few months (there’s plenty of other things that can help us do that!).
A guy took pictures of me today – it may have been video. I’d just pulled out of the bicycle bunker where we park out bikes overnight and stopped to put something in the basket, looked up and there he was, standing in the middle of the path aiming his camera at me. I smiled, got on the bike, and started to ride off thinking, “So this is how it feels…” and he followed me with the camera. Can’t say I blame him; it’s only fair, considering the amount of Tianjin photos I have stored on this computer. I know that at least one other foreigner has lived in this neighbourhood before, but I don’t think there’s any there now. This makes us a little bit of a novelty, I guess. Good thing I shaved three days ago.
Tim and Helen and their two young boys get it worse; apparently a whole family of foreigners in a sÄn lÃºn chÄ“ is a big deal. They’ve had people roll down the taxi window to get take their photo with camera phones.
Here are some photos from a nearby park tonight, taken on the way back from Home Depot (yes, it’s only a bike ride away).