(This is a pre-dated post uploaded after I'm back in Singapore.)
I joined up with students and teachers of Huamin Primary who were going on a leisure trip besides visiting their twinning school, a certain Sichuan Xiao Long Ren School. During take-off, once again I marvel at the miracle of heavier-than-air flight, the Physics of flight. The plane was an Airbus A319 -- a narrow bodied, small plane, which meant that this was not a frequently flown route. I had a late lunch on the plane at 1.50 pm -- Ee Fu noodles and triple chocolate ice cream. The flight had only 2 pilots and five stewardesses, surprisingly -- I did not know they made do with so few. One cabin crew leader and 4 stewardesses. And the Huamin kids were always going to the toilet. After lunch, there was a mad rush for the toilet.
After we alighted from the plane, along the long corridor of Shuangliu Airport, the AM (Eugene Tay) and the P's (William Pushpam) curiosity got over them and they chatted with me to investigate who this mysterious teacher travelling with them was. They were quite surprised that I was travelling alone. They thought it was because I was an HOD on some networking trip.
At immigration, I saw that they had immediate service level feedback buttons. Quite good that they are beginning to value service quality. I pressed the best button and the unsmiling officer (as they are the world over) broke into a smile. I think few had bothered to press a button and I was one of the few who did.
We were waved through without clearing customs as we were a school group -- just like how Changi Airport does it. We loaded up a bus to go to a Muslim restaurant to have dinner. There was a problem with the luggage though -- way too much to fit into the cargo hold of the bus! One piece had to go on the passenger compartment. We were in Chengdu. The tour guide was "Xiao Wang", "Jackie", female. We reached the restaurant soon enough. People smoke in the restaurant, which looks slightly Turkish. It is a Halal restaurant, since there were three Muslims in the group -- Aishah (Senior Teacher, Dean of Art), the P and his wife, who was also travelling with us. Was that a shisha pipe smoking corner? Maybe it is for decoration only... The group leader (Chen Jingyu) was most informative and professional, explaining the dishes to me. Not particularly hot -- I was expecting fiery hot stuff from what I learnt on TV and from friends / staff in Singapore. Perhaps they deliberately toned down the chilli.
After that, we went for a cultural show. It had the works -- percussion ensemble, Chinese opera, acrobatics, shadow play, changing faces, puppetry, drama, fire breathing, erhu master, etc. Puppets can change faces too! Very impressive stuff -- I think we should do this in Singapore. It was a teahouse setting and you drink tea while watching the show. I would doubt the quality of the performance in Singapore though. I'll find out if there are indeed such shows in Singapore. If there isn't, I'll get STB to look into it.
After the show, I saw a (propaganda?) poster on the wall which is about civilized society. Quite good that the country actually wants to progress and improve what they are weak at! we went to Huamin's place of stay for the night -- Dongpo International Hotel, which took a long time. We reached at 10.35 pm. After that, they arranged a taxi to take me to my hotel, MeiShan Bin Guan. One Chinese staff from the China tour company accompanied me. The teacher from Dongpo Experimental (Mr Zhu) was there and after sorting out the essentials, it was 11.30 pm. A quick set-up of the room, and I started work on my laptop, writing the day's journal and preparing the work the next day. I had decided to serve up the proverbs game to let them know that frequently, lessons in Singapore have to include games. There are parallel meanings in Mandarin, which is good. This would be followed by Hot Food, which is simple enough. They could watch the video of Damai students doing choral reading and of the author reading his work. If there were still time remaining, they could see the Damai PPT.
I spied what looked like a LAN point but found that the cable could not fit. There were no indications anywhere in the services directory that there was Internet access. I also checked for free WiFi -- there was one commercial one, but it was too weak. This probably meant that free WiFi was available somewhere in the city. It doesn't matter -- I'll be too busy writing daily journals, washing clothes or preparing stuff to surf the net.