August 25th, 2010
In the break room between classes the other day, I noticed over my shoulder an intern from England passionately scribbling notes onto a tattered piece of paper. I asked him what he was doing and he looked up at me and said writing. Is this what we all do? Reach for tattered scraps of paper to write it all down on to try and capture time, to capture a feeling or a moment? Is this what we are traveling for -to find something to scribble about?
I just said goodbye to my two German couch surfers, Han and Kyra. It was really great to have visitors. I had a light work schedule these past few days so I had a chance to show them around and hang out with them. They were wonderful guests, cheerful and easy going. With them here I got the chance to travel to parts of the city that I hadn’t explored well before and piece Wuhan a little bit more together in my mind. The experience reminded me how much I love couch surfing and what it stands for. To me couch surfing is a sign that the world is in fact getting better. People are opening their houses and their hearts to strangers from all over the world and I think that’s a great thing. It’s something I am really proud to be a part of. And I am pleased to be part of my surfers’ story. Wuhan and I are now part of their story; somewhere in their digital photos and scrap booking tickets.
Wuhan is in a competition with several other cities trying to win the title of China’s Civilized City. I think it’s laughable but kind of sweet. I noticed today on the bus a man give up his seat to an old grey haired man and it was touching. And I thought they do care. But now as I write this I think maybe it’s not us and them. Maybe there is no them; there are just people. Drifting dreamers madly scribbling to try and keep up with time.