Sandy is like my sister, she is Chinese and lives with her family in West Vancouver (the exclusive end), she is 2 years older than me and has a net worth of about a billion more than me. Such is life.
It's somewhat disconcerting living with a Chinese family, I've so far had noodles and rice for breakfast most mornings and dinner around 6pm which greatly upsets my normal eating schedule. It's fairly entertaining, every time I eat with chopsticks someone brings a fork over - I can, by the way, eat perfectly well with chopsticks, what I don't like is that most of the meat that is cooked is on the bone and you have to either try and bite bits off of the bone while holding it with the chopsticks or (the worst one) put it in your mouth, chew the meat off the bone and then spit the bone out. It just becomes a bit too much for my British manners to deal with, hence why I only ate rice for dinner.
The last time I was here, I came with another couple of friends and we did every touristy thing humanly possible to do. This time I've pretty much lived my normal life but in Vancouver.
I arrived on the Tuesday evening, then on the Wednesday morning a Feng Shui Master arrived and spent 2 hours marching through the house explaining in loud mandarin what was wrong with the chi and how they could fix it. Summary is: they need 30 dragons and 34 horses, a water fountain in the front garden, to remove most of the buddha statues and to buy several scenic paintings of water and mountains. After the Master had left, I was invited to the family meeting (bear in mind only Sandy speaks English, as she was educated in the UK) so the meeting took place in mandarin, but within the meeting we all agreed the best step forward was to sell this house. The chi does not agree with their life path (they've only been in the house one year...). So safe to say, it's been an interesting couple of days, where I have taken the best humour from the Master to ensure I mention at every possible stage that they need more dragons in the house (I also hand them over to Sandy when I spot them).
Sandy somehow managed to convince her mother I was some sort of gardening genuis, this flew right back in her face when we all had to spend several hours at the garden centre picking out hundreds of plants, bonsai trees and lucky bamboo (we found the water fountain first) and if this wasn't quite enough to lose the will with, we then spent several more hours driving around looking for a statue of a male and female (could be together or separate) made in stone to go in front of the front door. Don't ask me why.
Hours later we had found a statue that appeared suitable, it was over 2 feet tall, had a male and a female together... but it was in concrete. The dilemma was solved by texting the Feng Shui Master to ask him if concrete would do as we couldn't find stone. By the time he replied we were already home... So we have to go back to the statue place tomorrow to buy the statue.
We then spent 2 hours at a Chinese doctor/nutritionist which resulted in Sandy being told she was lucky to be alive and has to go on a diet of red rice (who knew?!), barley, lamb and apple (minus the skin) for 30 days... oh and two carrier bags worth of Chinese herbs. She managed to break her new diet on the first day by eating roast chicken wraps with me, then skittles and kit-kats. I've had considerable fun today eating things she can't - I have no doubt that karma will bite me in the ass for it.
Among that I've been the third wheel at some meetings for potential investment (Sandy and her parents are major players if you want investment in your business) and have met a variety of Sandy's friends. Unfortunately I've been pimped out at several of these meetings and am now expected to sing for them, show them my writing (apparently I am a skilled writer and author!?) and other talents I didn't know I possessed...
It's quite tough getting on to the right time scale though, I've been unable to stay up past midnight and tend to start getting heavy headed at 10pm. Then I wake up at 7am and have to convince my body to sleep some more, but 9am has been my limit. It's definitely a different experience this time round, with all of the touristy stuff out of the way, it's just back to normal day-to-day life... on a different continent.
One bonus of waking up so early is American Netflix - why does the UK one suck so much?! All my favourite movies are on American Netflix!
Anyways, it's Saturday night and I officially bailed to do some work... I have finished working, finished this blog and I will see you later!
Love to you all!