Jungle Living (on living in Manjou)

   My boss recently left on a trip to Tanzania and graciously offered to let Chris and I house and dog sit for them during their absence.  We gratefully accepted their offer; eight months of living in a hostel can be tiring and we were looking forward to having some private space.  I loved living in Jialeshuei, steps from the surf break, but sharing living quarters with strangers can drive anyone a little crazy. 
   Their house is not very far from Jialeshuei- about a fifteen minute drive up the mountains.  Since the county that we live in is rural to begin with, Manjou is a pretty podunk town.  There are chickens and geese running around in front yards which also happens to be the main road, more power chairs than usual are used as a mode of daily transportation, country kids with dirty faces and happy grins are a common sight, country men with dirtier faces and happier grins are an even commoner sight and there are a lot of wild critters. 

   My definition of "big spider" has definitely changed in the past week.  I used to think any spider larger than a nickel was pretty big- excluding Daddy longlegs, which I grew used to in California.  These days, nickel sized spiders go completely unnoticed around here.  The spiders about the size of my hand that I have been spotting every few days have now refreshed my definition of "big".  Not only are these guys big, they're hairy - visibly hairy, if you look closely you can see their eyes which stare back at you.  Plus, they're incredibly fast! I've developed a technique for catching them, I use a sturdy and big paper bowl and get as close to the spider as possible.  They know that you're trying to get them, the shrewd beasts, so the trick is to quickly place the bowl about 3 inches in front of them, then it's like they just walked into the bowl. 

   Spiders don't really bother me too much, they kind of give me the creeps but it's kind of fun trying to catch them and letting them go outside.  It's the cockroaches and mosquitoes that I absolutely abhor.  If I see a cockroach, every inch of my skin tightens up and I involuntarily cringe with pure hate.  I think it's because the cockroaches here are enormous and they fly, they're absolutely disgusting.  Mosquitoes don't gross me out but I hate them. I am obsessed with crushing any that I spot.  I can't think of anything else that gives me more satisfaction than slaughtering a mosquito and watching it explode red with blood.
    Yesterday I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when I heard a scratching sound.  I looked up at the window and there was a crab walking outside of the screen window.  I thought this was totally random, I have never thought that I would see a crab walking on the window while brushing my teeth.

   Something that I've gotten completely used to during my stay in Southern Taiwan are geckos.  They are EVERYWHERE.  At first, I thought they were cute and it only took me a few nights to fall asleep to their loud chirping, something that I hardly notice anymore.  Now, I don't mind them, but I do mind their feces sometimes.  They crap all over the house, it's on windowsills, walls, the floor, the kitchen, the bathroom, sometimes I find them on plates  or on my clothes and that's really annoying.  At least they eat mosquitoes so I don't mind having them around too much. 

Gecko in the bathroom, that's the tail

Geckos in the kitchen

Little tiny baby gecko in the sink, it's right underneath the can of beer.

   So far, living in Manjou has been great! It's like living in the jungle.  The frogs and toads here are so loud and at night it's like sleeping to a very obnoxious frog symphony, but in a way, it's peaceful.  Monkeys come and go through the trees right in the yard.  The commute to work or just anywhere is unspeakably gorgeous. It's a relaxing, comfortable and interesting environment to live in.   
   Supposedly there are tons of poisonous snakes around here but I haven't seen any in the house yet.  My boss showed us pictures of a cobra and a viper that they found snooping inside the house.  Hopefully I won't have to get rid of a snake in the house but I'll let you know if I do.

Country Doc (on doctor visits of rural Taiwan)

   Since Chris and I live in a rural part of Taiwan there are certain standards that don't apply here like they would in the city.  There is a laid back in the country, anything goes-like atmosphere around here.  Drivers around here are crazier (I don't kid when I say crazy), dentists like I mentioned in a previous post are not quite the same.  There are many old men that casually walk around with their shirt pulled up over their bulging bellies to cool themselves.  A surprising number of people commute around town in what looks like a sort of motorized power chair. More than once I've driven down the street and passed an old lady on one of these power chairs going achingly slow through the scooter lane.  My point is that there are a lot of interesting and a lot of times funny things that you can encounter in this country setting of Taiwan.
   One of the things that Chris and I have gotten used to is the country doctor that we've been seeing whenever we have some sort of an ailment.  He's a great doctor that speaks excellent English because he practiced in Canada for ten years.  Though he carried over the language, it's obvious that he didn't carry over the Canadian practice.  He has throughly embraced the laid back country environment by fitting the description of a doctor that you may find in the countryside. 
   Recently,I just got over a bout of some serious bronchitis that was on the cusp of pneumonia.  Back at home I hate going to the doctor because it's so expensive even with health insurance, but here I figured I have good health insurance so I went to the doctor.  He put me on a course of antibiotics and I went back to visit him a few more times for some IV injections to boost my immunity and also some antibiotic shots in the arm. 
If I recall correctly, doctor offices at home have sinks in every room.  I remember that the patient's bed is always covered with disposable sheets of paper for sanitary reasons.  I remember numerous bottles of hand sanitizers placed conveniently everywhere and color coded plastic bins sticker marked with intimidating words like "hazardous waste".  I also remember lots and lots of disposable gloves that were used by the nurses and doctors all the time.
   At this office there are no such things.  No sinks, hand sanitizers, gloves, etc.  If there are such things as gloves or hand sanitizers they are probably tucked away in some cabinet yellowing from old age.  The waste basket that they discard papers in is the same waste basket they throw bloody gauze and used syringes in (no stickers). The nurse that shot me up each time with antibiotics or injected me with an IV would do so right after handling the jolly, overweight man soaked in sweat, wiping up his blood with a cotton ball with her gloveless hands (don't worry I'm sure the cotton ball is soaked in a bit of alcohol).   Thinking back, it makes me feel like maybe the doctor offices back at home are eerily germ phobic or maybe I'm just getting used to it all. 
   Last week, Chris decided that since we planned on a surfless road trip for a week it would be a good time to get the mole he'd been meaning to get removed off of his stomach.  It irritated him every time he surfed and he had inquired about getting it removed back in the States but the thieves at the doctor office told him it would cost him a minimum of two hundred dollars (price quoted over the phone, which means it would cost much more).  I should also mention that he had health insurance back at home that he paid a hefty monthly sum for but of course, "insurance doesn't cover it". 
Anyway, we went to the country doc and asked him if he had the means to remove the mole.
   He says, "Do you want to remove it now?"
   This took us by surprise, "Right now? How long will it take?"
   "Oh, not long maybe five minutes."
This exchange should have raised some suspicions.  It was our understanding that the process wasn't as easy as five minutes and that it wasn't as simple a process as he made it seem... but he's a doctor, right?
So, Chris agreed and in a couple of moments Chris was lying on the patient's bed that probably has never seen a disposable paper covering in it's obviously long life.  Oh yeah, and our doctor is also a seasoned acupuncturist so when Chris complained about a little neck pain, he stuck a few needles in his arm and then told him to lie down for his mole removal.  The needles were causing him quite a bit of discomfort because they were hitting his nerves and numbing his arm.  When Chris asked if it was okay to leave the needles in the doctor replied, "Of course, don't worry about it." So I sat and watched Chris visibly uncomfortable, laying down, the both of us not really knowing what to expect.  Then the doctor disappeared and then reappeared with a strange little box.
I will do my best to sound like I am not exaggerating but you may not believe me still.  The box that he appeared with looked like an old welding machine possibly from the 1950's or 60's.  It had two knobs and a light bulb and it was mostly blue with rust stains all over.  There were three long skinny wires that looked like they were from an old torture film used to experiment on human brains by manipulating it with electrical currents.  I'm serious.
He set the box down and then took out a white cloth/rag and unfolded it.  Not so neatly placed side by side were about six or seven small and skinny instruments that reminded me of a soldering iron.
He then took out a big needle to anesthetize the operation zone, again no gloves and no sign of recent hand washing.  He asked if Chris could feel anything around the area and then proceeded to turn on the machine.  By this time Chris was looking a little nervous.  We kept exchanging secretive, weird looks, our eyes said, "Wait, is he serious? He's going to use that the thing?"  I couldn't help but think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea and that maybe it wasn't quite as sanitary as may be needed.  It all seemed weird and outdated to say the least.  Chris's eyes looked at me as if to say, "Do you think this is going to be okay?" I didn't want to freak him out and tell him what I thought so I just convinced myself that it was completely normal and then gave him a reassuring smile.
The doctor turned one of the knobs and commented, "This is low power."  He attached one of the thin looking instruments to one of the wires, it had a thin metal loop at the end of it.  He then used the metal loop to literally burn off a layer of skin from the mole.  I say burn off because there was smoke coming from his mole and the machine. It also smelled like burning flesh.  After removing the first layer of skin, the good old doctor, with his gloveless, unwashed hands carefully picked at the metal loop to take off the discarded skin.  Like he was picking hair off of a hairbrush .  It was bizarre.  Then his next comment was, "Okay, strong power," then he turned the knob all the way and cauterized the rest of the mole.  Then he was finished.  He proceeded to tell Chris how to treat the wound but as he was talking he carelessly allowed one of the wires to be conveniently placed right over Chris's fresh, new wound.  He didn't notice so I walked up and pointedly removed the wire off.  It was obviously no big deal, just me being a paranoid American. 
On our way out, Chris asked him how much it would have hurt if he didn't use the anesthetic.  The doctor chuckled and replied, "It would be like the Germans in movies..."
"Torture?"
"Yes!"
Well, at least he used the anesthetic.

It's been past a week and the wound is healing just fine.  The doctor did know what he was doing after all.  It's times like these when I am amazed... dare I say proud? At how well we have been able to adapt and embrace our surroundings.

Puppy Update

For those of you who are curious about what happened to the puppy that unexpectedly became our responsibility, I have good news.  We found her a home!

We had her for a few weeks, named her Binglang which is Mandarin for betelnut, got her shots, checked and cleaned.  She was beginning to show signs of a cute little domesticated puppy and it was harder and harder for us to not attach ourselves.  We really wanted to find her a home but it was starting to look almost impossible.  It was tough to realize that we might have to put her back on the street eventually, whenever we decided to leave or move again. 

One evening at the beach, we ran into an acquaintance who just got a puppy.  He moved here with his wife and little daughter.  After mentioning how we had a puppy and we were looking to find her a home, he shows a little interest and agreed to come by the house later that week to see her. 

We were confident that he would take little Binglang because she's so cute.  He came by with his family and when his little daughter got off of the scooter and saw Binglang, she snatched her up and proclaimed, "My puppy!"

After all, I'm glad that Adrienne convinced us to rescue Binglang, we saved a puppy and she will have a good life.  Rest assured though, we will not be picking up anymore puppies!

I LOVE TYPHOON SURF

   A huge typhoon went over the Pacific towards Japan this week and it produced an incredible ground swell for the east coast of Taiwan.  From the beginning of the week Chris and I watched the swell and saw that the weekend was supposed to be amazing.  Magic Seaweed reported that the swell would hit by Sunday and rated it with 5 stars. That itself is pretty exciting to see on a surf report. The swell was headed directly west and the waves were supposed to be double overhead with an ideal offshore wind and a long period.  Awesome!!

We surfed Saturday afternoon hoping that the swell would hit by then but it was pretty small.  In fact it was hard to imagine that the report would be right so we crossed our fingers, slept early and awoke this morning hoping for the best.  When we rolled up to Jialeshuei, sure enough, it looked beautiful.  We've had a ton of rain this past week and it produced a huge sandbar from the rivermouth.  Jialeshuei is usually a soft, forgiving wave that's fun but not very fast.  That's why it's pretty popular with longboarders. However today, oh, today, it was not a longboarder's wave.  They were fast, double overhead, barreling, I mean really barreling waves.  Unfortunately for me, I tried to get barreled a couple of times but instead got knocked over like a lifeless rag doll but I came so close!  It was still epic. I  Even the wipeouts were epic.  Chris got his first standing barrel and it was sick. 

It's days like this that I feel a physical swelling of joy and I can't stop thinking about all the reasons I love to surf.  As much as I miss home, it's really tempting sometimes to decide on sticking around for a while longer just to keep living this awesome lifestyle...
If I move back home would it be possible to work a few hours a day in the evenings, support myself and my  habit of living near the beach, surfing everyday and still save some money?  It wouldn't be easy.  Sometimes I forget why I still plan on moving back home in a few months...


Again, I was too busy surfing so I didn't take many pictures.  Here's a video clip of what the waves looked like that day. Sorry it's shaky.

If you want to check out some pictures of what the conditions looked like, you can check this blogsite:

http://tw.myblog.yahoo.com/kenting-surfshop