Wai-Guo-Ren Apartments

I've been meaning to talk about the area of Wuhan (and the smaller segment, Wuchang), as well as the CCNU campus, but the internet's been down a few days. So here goes. I'll say that, now that I'm settled in and less dazed, I'm having a good time. Found a few restaurants and grocery stores already (with a little help from our friends). There seem to be two distinct classes of business in Wuhan: the more established stores occupying buildings and selling things at or above retail, and the back-alley shops and food stands, which offer a more competitive price. So far, I've spent a lot of time in the bigger grocery stores, where I can find what I need all in the same place. I found Dr. Pepper, which was cool. Buying anything takes some doin', since I don't really speak Chinese. Lots of gesturing.

They also have expensive American joints like McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut, and Starbucks, but the phrase "tall coffee" probably means nothing to them. I wish I had more pictures of the city to show, but I guess that'll have to wait a bit. It looks a lot like any big city, but without the white people. And when I say that there are no traffic laws, I mean that there are, but people mostly drive and park wherever they want. Drivers and pedestrians have this unspoken agreement to not collide with one another. It's quite an elaborate dance. Also, there's a lot of honking.

As for Central China Normal U. (HuaZhong ShiFan DaXue), the campus has some nice places to walk around. It's good and sprawling. I'll post pictures of it soon. For now, you'll have to be content with checking out the requested pics of the apartment, which has an actual name, but I don't know it offhand. Wai guo ren just means foreigner.

The Gate. Unlocked during the day.

The Hut of Shifu (master), the gatekeeper.

The courtyard area, where people decided to park.

The entrance, with signage.

Third floor; front door.

Bedroom.

Living room. Fridge, microwave, TV (with Chinese channels).

Kitchen.

Fridge. The juice is closer to tang. The milk is closer to cream.

The ridiculous, old-school alarm clock I was forced to buy because I couldn't find digital.

Picture of me posting pictures.