A Bit About Tibetans

 Where to begin? It has been almost two weeks since I left the giant metropolis of Beijing for the Tibetan Plateau. There are a number of independent story lines that I could easily blog on for days: adjusting to living and working at >14,000 ft; any one of a number of individuals with whom I have had the pleasure of getting to know; the Buddhist monasteries I have been staying at; the Buddhist monks themselves; the pika and their history of persecution; or any of the amazing wildlife species I have seen, such as marmots, blue sheep, wolves, Pallas’s cat, Tibetan fox, bearded vultures, or even the gorgeous Tibetan Wild Ass (yes, I hear you snickering). I could write about the Tibetan landscape, the combination of rolling grasslands that meet round hilltops leading to jagged rocky mountains, home to the snow leopard. Heck, I could probably write a good couple of pages on milk tea (just what it sounds like, part unpasteurized yak’s milk and part black tea), how ubiquitous it is at any and all social gatherings and how sick it makes me. The truth is, I have been overwhelmed with trying to sort out what to write about in this first blog from the Tibetan Plateau.

The best photo I could get of the Tibetan Wild Ass.

One of the millions of Pika around the Suojia monastery. They're quite photogenic...from a safe distance.

I need to get an English language ID  book to sort out it's real name, but some of you may recognize this as the "blue poppy" from the movie Batman Begins...I haven't check it yet for its hallucinogenic properties.

Two young marmots prepare to dive into their burrow to escape the menacing photographer. Marmots provide an important food source for bears, among other carnivores, during their relatively brief period of activity. They spend nearly half the year in hibernation.

Likely snow leopard kill of a blue sheep. In some regions blue sheep are the largest ungulate available for predators, and thus are a crucial component for healthy snow leopard populations.

As I sit here writing, stalling, and waiting for a decision to present itself, a young monk-in-training silently enters the small classroom that my companions and I are currently resting within, he wordlessly sprinkles a pinch of tea leaves into my mug and fills it with steaming water from a giant cast iron kettle. He might be 13 years old, but already carries himself with a confidence that belies the age that his chubby cheeks and childish smile expose. He is clearly excited, in that way of adolescents, to be serving tea to a Meiguo (American), and he reminds me a bit of my nephew Chance.

Me trying to coax some young monks into a little photo shoot (photo credit: Yin Hang).

The three (and a half) brave souls who obliged.

We are currently staying at the Gongya monastery, one of over 140 monasteries in Nangqian county in southeastern Qinghai Province. We are guests of the Khenpo. I have not been able to get a name, everyone simply refers to him as Khenpo. Khenpo is a title obtained within the Buddhist hierarchy following completion of a particular set of studies. This Khenpo is quite young, perhaps in his mid 30s, and has risen quickly through the ranks. For his age he is remarkably advanced within the Monasteries. His platform of teachings is predicated upon environmental stewardship and taking responsibility for ones actions and how they affect your surroundings. He says that this stewardship is necessary not to protect the earth or nature or some abstract concept of the natural world; nor is it to appease the wishes of others – neighbors, NGOs, governments. Rather, it is for oneself, to keep intact the living system within which we all live and rely upon to survive. If you take care of your surroundings, you take care of yourself. This may be a difficult concept to buy into if your existence consists of a 500 square foot apartment in a city where you are surrounded by tens of thousands or even millions of other people whose actions dilute your own so much as to seem inconsequential. But on the Tibetan Plateau, where your nearest neighbor can be several miles or more away, this philosophy holds particular power, especially on a teetering landscape, overtly influenced by climate change. The Khenpo brings his teachings outside of the monastery walls and to the nomads and herders on the land in the form of workshops and lectures. These people are almost all Buddhist. Buddhism, he explains is environmentalism. The tenants of the religion lead to the same conclusions. To be a Buddhist is to be an environmentalist. This is the Khenpo’s mantra, and he has dedicated his life to spreading this philosophy among his fellow monks, to students through his teachings at the monastery schools, and especially to the people.

The Khenpo (far left) and other monks start with milk tea before a community meeting to discuss snow leopard conservation in Nangqian.

Some of my colleagues and I discussing community conservation plans with the Khenpo at the Gongya monastery (photo credit: Zhala).

The People. Of course, how can I not comment on the people? I came to the Tibetan Plateau, excited for the vast and rugged terrain, for the new wildlife and plant species I would see, for all of the natural grandeur I had envisioned. It was expected, and I have found that, but what was not as expected is the magnificence of the people. Tibetans are a beautiful people, both aesthetically and in the spirit in which they go about their existence. In comparison to the everyday activities in western societies, they appear to lead simple lives. However, this superficial simplicity should not be mistaken as also equating to simple minds or to easy lives. You can find surprising items in their tents, contradicting the apparent minimalism of their lifestyle, but the real complexity is in their character. The challenge of life on the Plateau, raising livestock on a vast and little developed landscape means self-sufficiency at a level most of us are unable to fathom. The ingenuity, fortitude and acumen they display are inspiring. To add to the challenges, this nomadic culture faces the same issues as pastoral societies across the world, including government meddling with their land use practices, the disenchantment of their youth with the lifestyle, and the friction resulting from clumsy integration of modern technologies.

Monastery in Suojia county where we stay while working in our western field sites.

Before I go on, I should make a disclaimer that the recounting of my experiences on the Tibetan Plateau is not meant as academically vetted social commentary, but simply my opinions and thoughts based upon what I have seen and some of the conversations I’ve had (via translated English) with a variety of individuals. Certainly these opinions are my own and do not reflect the opinions of my employer. There is every chance that some of my statements are factually inconsistent with reality or that my interpretations would not be entirely shared by those whom I impose them upon. We all interpret our interactions with the world differently, and your experience here might be much different. Having said all of that, this blog is simply the recounting of an American in China and valid as far as to the point that you agree with my philosophy on the world.

Whether bouncing along the rough roads of the open grasslands, or hiking though the steep-walled valleys of the Plateau, the Tibetan herders’ tents can appear seemingly anywhere (herders and nomads are synonymous and I use the terms interchangeably). During the winter months the herders tend to congregate in a region with more permanent infrastructure. Historically they lived in tents throughout the year, but now more spend winter months in houses -- especially with the recent government program to provide houses -- and have corrals for their livestock. However, from late spring until fall, they take their families and herds to the open range, living in tents, sometimes as single families, kilometers away from the next nearest nomad family, and other times in loose aggregates of multiple families, each with their own tent. The tents themselves vary as well. Traditionally they are woven from yak hair, but the synthetically produced white tents seem to be gaining in popularity and the art of weaving the traditional tents is in decline. Additionally, since the 2010 Yushu earthquake a large number of the blue “relief” tents distributed then have popped up across the landscape.

A Tibetan woman stands outside her traditional yak hair tent in Nangqian county. In this valley several families live in relatively close proximity, sharing the valley with their collective herds of yak, some sheep and several horses.

Myself and some of my colleagues after having lunch at a nomad's tent site. Here they're using the synthetic white tents and blue government relief tent. From left to right; Zhala, our Tibetan guide; Wenzha, Zhala's brother and an extra driver for a couple of days; our Tibetan hostess; me; Lingyun, a new PhD student on the snow leopard project; Charu Mishra of the Snow Leopard Trust and a close collaborator (photo credit: Liu Yanlin).

Inside the tents there are a number of staple items present. They all have beds that double as couches for visiting. They all have the ubiquitous stove found in all dwellings across the Plateau, house, tent or otherwise. These stoves provide a source of heat (fueled almost exclusively by yak dung) as well as a surface for cooking and boiling water and milk tea. There are cooking implement, food items (staples include: meat, yoghurt, butter, milk), some clothing and the random trinkets that all humans tend to collect. Most of the tents I have seen also have a solar energy setup, including solar panel and storage/dispensing system. After these essentials, items may include other bits of furniture, TVs, DVD players, laptops, electric lighting and a plethora of other modern technological gadgets. I’ll never forget the first time a middle-aged, traditionally garbed nomad man whipped out his i-phone.

Inside one of the white tents. Sod, mud and  yak dung are used to add vertical surfaces within the tent. Notice the pile of dried yak dung behind the woman, the primary fuel source for the ubiquitous stove (center). The man is hand-spinning yak hair (fuzzy undercoat hair I presume) into yarn. There are always multiple kettles being heated on the stove, one with water and one with milk tea.

I don’t know if Tibetan hospitality is legendary, but it should be. It is nearly impossible to pass one without being invited in for milk tea. Once you sit down, you get super-star treatment. Whoever in the family is present completely pause their lives and make you the focal point of their world. Whatever time of day, they offer food (usually yogurt and often some sort of flatbread or roll), if it is even remotely close to lunch or dinner time they begin preparing a meal. There is no way out of this predicament. So far it has not been possible to simply say hello and continue on. If you hike past a tent, schedule about an hour or so for the visit, even if they don’t speak Chinese and so there is no option for verbal communication (none of them speak English, it seems most know at least some Chinese and so can communicate with my colleagues, and half of the time I am with a Tibetan guide).

Yak yoghurt. It is unpasteurized and a bit lumpy. Heaps of sugar are added to compliment the sourness. Some people really dig it.

I cannot express how persistent this beverage is in every situation, at all times of the day in every location. Quite simply, milk tea is as much a part of the Tibetan Plateau as the grasslands, yak and snow leopards.

About four years ago the Chinese government began a program where they built permanent homes for the nomads and provided some rudimentary training to try and urbanize them around the scattered towns across the Plateau. One of the primary motivations for this was the idea that the nomads, with their herds of yak and/or sheep were having adverse effects on the Plateau’s grassland systems. There wasn’t any data indicating this, but that was the reasoning. The program at best is received with lukewarm reception and at worst is fracturing Tibetan life on the Plateau. In order for the program to work a Tibetan family moves to the government provided home, gives up their livestock for slaughter (therefore removing them as a burden on the grasslands) and finds employment in a town/city. This is rarely the outcome. Instead, a given family may make the new house their winter home and continue the nomadic lifestyle through the other season (as per above). Another outcome is that a family may make the permanent move, but keep their livestock, for which there is no place for them to be adequately maintained around the town site; or, the family makes the permanent move and simply gives/sells their livestock to a family member or friend and so there are still the same number of livestock out on the grasslands. This program to urbanize herding families is still new, and I am not aware of any formal evaluations on the results thus far, but it seems destined for failure on multiple levels. Even if, hypothetically, families moved into town and gave up their livestock, the training provided is hardly adequate for full integration into urban employment and there are not enough jobs available to employ everyone. The impending tragedy of social unrest and despair seems nearly certain.

Rows of government built houses provided to nomads. Who would want to live in such a place?

Another challenge to the lifestyle is the unyielding pressure of a developing world and the technology and shifting social values that accompany it. Most Tibetan herders do not value education. Schools are located far from families, and transportation is difficult meaning if a child goes to school, they move away. Given such little encouragement and value on the education, nomads that go through the educational system often become lost. Because they have been in a city going to school they have not learned the herding practices, and are reluctant to revert back to such a difficult lifestyle. However, because of lack of motivation, or expectations to do well, they do not finish school with many prospects. They are stuck in limbo, no direction, no ambitions, just simply existing.

The traditions of herding itself are under pressure. Horses were historically the primary mode of transportation and vehicle for moving and monitoring livestock herds. The horses are revered in these herding societies, and although motorcycles and trucks have largely replaced them, they are still celebrated with annual festivals that involve horse racing and horse related skills competitions. With the replacement of gasoline powered vehicles over grass-fed equines, there has been a shift in the distribution and range of herders. Whereas the horses can be fueled anywhere on the landscape, gasoline can only be found in specific areas and it is difficult to travel with quantities that would allow independence from these sources. I am not sure as to ramifications of these changes, and what the long term impacts will be, but it is possible that the reliance of being in certain proximity to fuel sources means certain areas of the grassland will be over-grazed, leading to degradation of that ecosystem. These changes and challenges to the herding lifestyle present an interesting conundrum that has implications on the conservation of both natural and cultural resources.

Not a great photo, but a rare site of horses saddled and in use for herding practices.

A variety of decorative horse garb on the wall of a tent.

The nomads are almost all devout Buddhists. The religious symbols and relics are another staple within most tents. This commitment to the Buddhist philosophy makes selling conservation goals and instilling community conservation projects  a much easier task than in most other societies. At the same time it is difficult to ask those who have so little, and live at the fringes of being self-sustaining to limit their use of the land, to endure depredation of their livestock or to expend the effort and expense of participating in the local conservation programs that we propose. But that same spirit of generosity persists even here. A couple days ago we went to the county hospital in Nangqian to meet a man who had been attacked by a snow leopard. He had been pushing through thick brush to try and flush out some lingering yak and somehow surprised the snow leopard. These attacks are extremely rare (I've only heard of one other), but that is of little solace to the victim. Yet, his attitude was that despite the attack or the fact that he has lost many livestock to snow leopards, he does not fault the animal, but rather accepts those acts as part of the ebb and flow of his life as a herder.

Buddhist temple in Nangqian county.

A family piles onto a couple of motorcycles to visit their local sacred mountain.

In many ways it is sad to see firsthand the dissolution of a historic way of life. I find myself wistfully thinking how cool it would be if these nomads still relied solely on horses and didn’t have smart phones. But who am I to deny anyone the opportunity to advance their lot in life, or have the comforts of modern conveniences? The change is inevitable and the future will be molded by a variety of factors, not the least of which is the political climate in China and the terse relations with Tibetans. This worries me even more. What I’m not worried about is the spirit of the people. I’ve remarked mostly on the nomadic Tibetan herders, but those individuals that I’ve encountered in other walks of life, including our field guide, Zhala, possess the same strength of character and generosity that I experienced in those herders’ tents. I really am in awe of how genuine and open these people present themselves. As I continue traveling across the Plateau, meeting new Tibetans, whether monks, herders, school teachers or housewives, I hope that whatever their future, the foundation of their legacy and the beauty of these people will remain.

Maps, Mountains and Moleskin

I just returned to my office from a rush hour bike ride around Beijing. This was intentional. Tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon I depart for Xining, the capital city of the Qinghai Province (location B on Map 1). Qinghai is a province almost twice the size of my home state of Montana. There are about 5.5 million people there, almost half of which live in Xining. Beijing is residence to over 20 million people. Beijing is neither the largest nor most densely populated city in the world, but good god it’s big enough! To say I’m looking forward to getting out of the city and into the wilds of the Tibetan Plateau…would be a ridiculous thing to say. Of course I am! My suicide ride around town had a purpose. All of the incessant honks, bells, yells, stares, cries, hisses and barely avoided bus kisses served to squeegee the last nano-drops of excitement, enthusiasm and anticipation into my thinly veiled demeanor of calm. A calm that dictated an answer to the question of what I thought about seeing Qinghai for the first time as a coy, “it should be interesting.” I can’t explain why, but I have to hold in my excitement, as if showing it now will somehow diminish the pleasure of the first steps of my first hike in a place that, just months ago, I was uncertain that I’d ever see.  At the risk of being a bit melodramatic, this is a pretty cool moment for me…yet, part of me insists that it is just a job. We all have to make a living somehow, right? But seriously, part of my job means spending seven weeks gallivanting around the Tibetan Plateau? C’mon, that is ridiculous!

Map 1. You're looking at Asia. Markers A-E indicate Beijing, Xining, Yushu, Zhiduo and Suojiaxiang, respectively. The red polygon is a rough outline of the Sanjiangyuan region.

I look forward to sharing photos and stories in the coming weeks. In the meantime, I’ll continue to describe a bit of where I’ll be going and what I’ll be doing. Upon landing in Xining, we will spend a couple of days gathering permits (being a foreigner I can’t just wander around the country unsupervised), buying field supplies and groceries and meeting a variety of individuals with whom it is “encouraged” to keep appraised of our research activities. 

By Thursday morning we hit the road in one of the field vehicles and drive the 814 km (~500 miles) to Yushu (location C on Map 1, and location B on Maps 2 and 3). For any of you news junkies or seismology enthusiasts, Yushu may sound familiar as the site of a destructive earthquake in the spring of 2010 (photos). It was a devastating earthquake, killing thousands, but mostly avoided the scandals of the apocalyptic 2008 Sichuan earthquake.

Map 2. Qinghai Province. Markers A-D indicate Xining, Yushu, Zhiduo and Suojiaxiang, respectively. As per above, the red polygon is the Sanjiangyuan region.

Map 3. This depicts mostly the Sanjiangyuan region. Markers B-D are the same as Map 2.

Yushu is large enough to have an airport and commercial flights, however we are electing to drive for a couple of reasons. 1) We need the field vehicle anyways, 2) it provides an opportunity for me to see the countryside and 3) it allows time for a more gradual adjustment to the altitude. At my apartment in Beijing, I am at 162 feet above sea level (according to google earth). Xining is at roughly 7400 feet above sea level. Yushu, on the other hand, is at about 12,120 feet! The roads to Yushu should be in good condition, however, climbing that 4700 feet over a winding mountain road means we are looking at a 17 hour drive. After Yushu, the terrain remains challenging and the roads now equal that challenge. From Yushu, at a considerably slower pace, we head to Zhiduo (location C on Maps 2 and 3) and from there to Suojiaxiang (location D on Maps 2, 3 and 4). Suojiaxiang is at about 14,600 feet. For perspective, the highest elevation I’ve ever experienced is the highest point in Utah, King’s Peak, which tops out at a seemingly paltry 13,528 feet.  However, Suojiaxiang is not our final destination; from here it is another 2.5 hours to reach the monastery that serves as our base camp, located at about 15,500 feet!  I am uncertain as to the exact location of the monastery, but it is somewhere within the red circle on map 4.

Map 4. In the western part of the Sanjiangyuan region. Our primary basecamp is located at a monastery somewhere within the red circle. The Yangtze Rive is indicated in the upper left. Marker D indicates the location of the town of Suojiaxiang.

Our greater study area is located within the SanjiangyuanNational Nature Reserve (as indicated with the red polygon in maps 1 and 2). Sanjiangyuan translates to Three Rivers Region. Within this area are the headwaters of the Yellow, Yangtze and Mekong rivers, rivers whose proper functioning is depended on by over 600 million people downstream. The Sanjiangyuan region covers about 320,000 square km (slightly larger than New Mexico or Poland) of which nearly half is protected in reserves. This equates to the second largest protected area in the world. There are about 200,000 inhabitants, largely consisting of small villages with pastoral-based economies.

What am I doing here? That is both a literal and a meta-physical question. I’ll address the former, briefly for now, and leave the latter for when I’m feeling more transcendental due to cerebral hypoxia at the monastery. The flagship of our research and conservation efforts is the snow leopard. The “our” and “we” that I refer to include myself as a representative of Panthera, staff from the Chinese NGO Shan Shui, and graduate students in the biology department at Peking University. Additional partners include other snow leopard focused NGOs such as the Snow Leopard Trust, and of course nothing is done without the cooperation of local and federal government officials. Our research and conservation efforts are diverse and in some cases yet to be defined. Snow leopards are an elusive animal that lives in naturally low densities in remote areas that are difficult to access and navigate. This makes even some of their basic ecology a mystery. Known conservation concerns largely surround the availability of natural prey and, reciprocally, the retaliatory killings by herders in response to snow leopards preying upon livestock. As yet unknown, are the effects of mines (legal and illegal), grazing practices of livestock on wild ungulates, and the ever-present specter of climate change.

Specter may not be the appropriate term. The effect of climate change at these high elevations is very real. The rise in mean temperature parallels what is seen in arctic regions, and the resulting challenges are similar. For example, the permafrost thaws to deeper and deeper soil depths, which then allows for the ecological release of plants with deeper root systems to become established and out-compete the short root systems of the grass species that currently dominate the landscape. Grass species upon which wild ungulates, the snow leopard’s primary prey, depend upon. In this rapidly changing environment we cannot be certain as to the extent of change, but we can make predictions, predictions predicated upon our understanding of the system and all its components. As our understanding of the different components increases, so does our confidence in the accuracy of our predictions. The more accurate our predictions, the more likely that conservation policy and management actions can be successful. 


I fear that I'm becoming a bit abstruse and heading down a tunnel that will require pages to emerge from, or may result in my climbing on the ol' soap box. Suffice it to say, in order to understand the threats to snow leopard persistence, we have to understand the system within which they live. There are a lot of players in this game, there are the snow leopards themselves, there are the animals they eat, the other predators that they compete with for those prey, and then there is their relationship with humans. It is a complex system and it will take much time and effort to resolve anything. Luckily, there is a large, energetic group that is up to the task. The specifics of these tasks and of these people will be topics for future blogs. I have babbled on for long enough in this one. To succinctly answer the question as to what I'm doing, on this particular trip, will be simple. The next seven weeks are my introduction to the Sanjiangyuan region. I will spend time in the field helping graduate students get their field work started, I will do some reconnaissance for areas where we may do carnivore captures in the spring, and I will tour the various other study sites that include newly initiated community conservation programs and a town where two monks from a local monastery are leading their community in exploring and describing the biodiversity around them. In short, I am headed to the Tibetan Plateau to listen, to learn, and to be inspired.

Random Tidbits

It has been a busy week preparing for the seven week field venture I am about to undertake. Busy enough that we have had to postpone our departure date from Sunday until Tuesday. That means two less days in the field, but also means a slightly clearer conscience for everyone as the ratio of "well thought-out plans" to "flying by the seat of our pants" is a little higher. Before I leave I am going to provide a bit of geographic background (with maps!) of where I'll be going this summer and perhaps describe a bit of those aforementioned plans. However, in the meantime, I had marked on my a schedule a post for today and I thought I would offer some random tidbits of information and observations I have accumulated since arriving in China.

First I will start with a little photo montage. Beijing is infamous for its air quality (or lack thereof). It was a major concern prior to their hosting of the 2008 Summer Olympic. Back then, in order to improve upon the air quality in both appearance and in practice, the government here mandated a variety of rules, restrictions and aggressive strategies. These included a strict driving schedule for individuals with cars in order to drastically reduce motorized vehicle emissions. I am not certain as to how it was organized, but it was something along the lines as X people could only drive on Tuesday and Thursday, Y people on Monday and Wednesday, etc. In addition, multiple factories that were particularly bad air polluters had their operation suspended (who knows the costs to those industries, much less to the employees who couldn't work). There was also diligent cloud seeding to force rain and thus help to clear the air. Following the Olympics things have returned to normal, as all the various new rules were forgotten, and the smog has returned in force (providing an interesting experiment for health scientists). The photos below demonstrate that in a 24 hour period the power of a couple hours of rain and a little breeze can really do wonders.

These photos were taken from the 10th floor of a hotel I stayed at upon first arriving in Beijing. The vantage point is looking west across the Peking University campus. Top photo was taken at about 7:00 AM, bottom photo at around 6:00 AM the next day. This is definitely smog. I checked the weather and the system that was bringing in the rain was still another 10-12 hours away. Those of you who have spent time in southern California are familiar with this dichotomy.

A couple more tidbits, and I should add the disclaimer that I am in no way passing judgement on these people or this country, but rather pointing out some things that have struck me as peculiar:

1) Titanic is still pretty popular in this country. And by Titanic I mean the movie. I have seen at least a half dozen t-shirts (guys and girls); an otherwise normal dude walking down the street with a satchel over his shoulder that displayed a sequined image of Leo and Kate in passionate embrace; and I have heard that damn Celine Dion song about 1/2 the times I step into any sort of shopping area that plays music (I'm looking at you Carrefour grocery store!).

2) Women spit a lot. I don't know what else to say, but it is a phenomenon that I have continuously witnessed in all sorts of settings by all sorts of individuals. Guys spit all the time, so it's not a big deal, but in the US it seems to be such a rarity to see a woman walking down the street turn her head and, well, let the spittle fly. What's up with that US ladies?

3) You know how in big city driving, on crazy 10-lane interstates, that you have to drive bumper to bumper because if you leave any room between you and the car in front of you someone will just go ahead and use that space? It's the same thing here when you're lined up at the ATM, to get a subway ticket, really at any queue. If you're not breathing down the neck of the person in front of you, someone (men and women) will just go ahead and fill that gap. At first I was astounded at the boldness of just cutting in front of me, but it's happened enough that I now understand it's the way of the world.

4) Upon first seeing me walk by, almost everyone immediately looks down towards my feet. At first I thought people were just really excited to see the latest footwear fashion coming out the United States, but upon asking some of my Chinese friends they guessed it was probably because they're more fascinated with the fact that I have hairy legs. As such, I guess they don't see me so much as a barometer of western fashion, but maybe the missing link?

5) A second characteristic of mine that garners a lot of attention is that I'm left-handed. I have met two students who, upon this revelation, informed me that when they were children they had been left-handed before they were "corrected" (or for something more robust, try this). Given that this custom of correcting handedness continues to be practiced in China, I can only imagine what people here must think of my parents for allowing me to grow up with such an affliction. But perhaps they're coming around? Today I was signing the credit card receipt at a camera store (a new polarizing filter for my new lens!), and as soon as I started signing the woman and man attending me instantly went into a tizzy, speaking back and forth rapidly in Chinese and gesturing with their left hands. I smiled and said something stupid like "yep, I'm a lefty." After I handed back the signed receipt, perhaps feeling a little chagrined at the outburst, the woman told me it was "a handsome way of writing." So, at least I have that.

An Irish Relapse

Another random note, this one describing what I did today (remember,  I did warn it was going to be a mundane week!), here goes...

Today was a rainy and dreary day. As I sat at my desk, trying to work up the motivation to continue recrafting a PhD chapter for publication, I looked outside and was reminded of my days in the lab in Dublin. Never mind the Asian architecture, the combination of an impenetrable grey sky and the pattering of raindrops against the window might as well have been a transport back in time to the fall of 2010. By the time lunch rolled around there was no shaking the memories of Ireland and the thirst for a pint of Guinness. That was it, not only was I going to find that Guinness, I was going to make a stand for having ANYTHING other than Chinese food for the first time in a month. Within moments, thanks to the omnipotence of Google, I was checking out a subway map to navigate the quickest route to Paddy O’Shea’s Irish Pub; the only Irish owned and managed pub in Beijing! 

This was posted in the men's restroom...just in case you forget where you are when you're in there.

I have been flying solo a lot these days, as in not having a Chinese shadow to help prevent me from getting lost, insulting the locals or otherwise stumbling into deportation-worthy troubles. To be honest, I haven’t needed one given that I have been living in the same building that I work in and I spend most days at the computer (a boring existence described in the previous post). A couple of weekends ago I was invited to a special dumpling lunch, hosted at a friend and colleagues home (a topic for another post very soon!). To ensure that I made it there safely and did not get lost, I was accompanied by another Chinese friend, using the Beijing subway system. Given this experience, I knew it wasn’t an entirely scary place, but I tend to have a difficult time learning when my hand is being held through the education process, and so after that experience I was still not certain as to exactly how the subway system worked. I guess I was gawking at all the riff-raff in the subway tunnels? 

The foreignness of my surroundings sometimes intimidates me. The inability to communicate, often even at an elementary level, with the majority of people around me, imposes a force against which a particular level of motivation is required to be successful (another topic for a later post). On "down" days I don’t bother leaving the confines of my office/apartment; but on "up" days I love the challenge of going out and through whatever means necessary (often a comical combination of gestures, charades and my 4-5 words of Mandarin) interacting with my environment. Today, with a pint or two of Arthur’s St. Jame’s Gate brew on the line, it is definitely an “up” day, and so I head out, alone, to command victory over the Beijing subway system.

Queues for arriving trains are separated from the tracks by a sliding door system. Guess that makes it harder to throw yourself into oncoming traffic.

 The result, in spite of my drawn out melodrama above, was a near flawless commandeering of a mass transportation system. Surprise, surprise, one of the world’s largest cities, and recent host to the Summer Olympics, has a simple and straight-forward subway system. There really is not much to say, it’s not as putrid in odor as New York City’s MTA, but not as aesthetically pleasing as D.C.’s Washington Metro (the only other subway systems I've used more than once). Quite simply, other than the cars full of Chinese people, it could be anywhere. 

Sometimes I wish I was in Japan so as to ease the ability to throw out appropriate Godzilla quips.

 

I jumped on at the East Gate of Peking University and fifteen stations and one transfer later I found myself emerging into the rain, nearer the center of Beijing in the district that contains various embassies from around the world. This region of Beijing, partly because of this, is a popular tourist area, and offers a huge, multinational, variety of shopping and dining options. As a consequence, there is a much higher density of foreigners here than elsewhere in the city. This brings up an interesting side note that I was recently discussing over beers while waiting for hotpot with my (American) friend Jack. We had both noticed that in Beijing, and really in many foreign countries, that when you cross paths with another white person, they often act aloof, avoid eye-contact, and otherwise do their best to pretend you don't exist. We proposed that, perhaps, by acknowledging the existence of another American (for example), that that somehow is perceived as invalidating the depth of the immersion into the alien experience; kind of like when you think you're hiking through a remote forest but then emerge onto a busy freeway. Alternatively, maybe they're all Europeans and really dislike Americans, so it's just me :). Either way, I've always given a smile and nod to anyone who makes eye contact on the street, equal opportunity for all! Yet today I was surprised as I tapped into that anti-white people vibe. As I wandered the streets en route to the pub, I was distinctly annoyed at all the white people imposing upon my adventure through the streets of Beijing!

Regardless, nothing was going to get in the way of my mission, or dampen the joy awaiting me at O'Shea's. I knew from my google sleuthing that I need only to head down the road immediately outside the subway station and Paddy O’Shea’s would be waiting for me just across the street from the Australian embassy. A quick walk down the nearly empty boulevard and there it was; not necessarily the ambiance of Dublin’s O’Donoghue’s, but with Guinness on draught and a menu full of Irish classics, it was damn good enough!

Oh sweet nectar of the gods!

Right! The blog.

My first meeting with some of the students and staff with whom I will be working.

Here I sit, about four weeks since starting this blog, having failed to provide a single entry since arriving in China. Truth be told, I’ve written a couple, slept on it, and then upon waking in the morning and rereading, decided I didn’t like it. Quite a few years ago my friend Gabe asked why I don’t have a blog, saying that I seemed like a guy with something to say, so I should have one. I took that as a compliment, but as I knew then, I also know now, I’m much too particular about writing for a public audience to ever be both efficient and satisfied with the product. This could be a problem.

Just now I have been inspired on how to resolve this conundrum. A couple of minutes ago I was chatting with Julie about my lack of blogging productivity and she commiserated saying that she would also have a hard time flippantly writing and posting personal experiences. That got me thinking; I am often at my best when being flippant. Perhaps I’m just over-thinking this blog thing? When I began I had been visualizing these posts as descriptive chronicles of my fascinating and exclusive experiences of adventuring my way through the country, with breath-taking photos and eloquent prose. As I’ve sat and pondered what to write about, I feel like I have yet to do anything interesting. Since arriving in China my weekdays have been locked up in lots and lots of reading to try and get up to speed on the new study area and species I’ll be working on, as well as understanding the data needed and  the research methods and sampling design required to get that data. If not that, I have spent time with graduate students and researchers from Shan Shui (the Chinese NGO with which I will be working hand in hand). A major part of my job (scary as it sounds) is to be the scientific advisor to these people to ensure that our efforts are rooted in rigorous scientific inquiry, that our results are publishable, and that they are also applicable to key conservation questions and concerns. Then on weekends, life gets really crazy as I dig out my PhD work to try and perfect my thesis chapters for publication. These are all exciting and important activities, however, the past couple weeks of reading, writing and meetings don’t translate well into a story to share with a general audience.

I have thought about what I should write about from this first month, and I have realized that as I’ve been out and about doing normal day to day activities such as buying food, using public transportation, and riding a bike, that I find all of these activities to be fascinating as to how they contrast, or fail to contrast, as might be expected. We all know that China and the United States are two very different places in many different ways, but I find it remarkable to actually experience these differences and compare the reality to what my preconceived ideas were prior to arriving. Therein lies my new motivation on what to comment on in this blog when I’m not doing exciting things like trekking through the Tibetan Plateau, snaring snow leopards, or otherwise engaged in overtly interesting activities.

I leave for Qinghai Province, and field work, in about 10 days. Until then I will post a handful of stories about eating, sleeping, grocery shopping and riding a bike. If you happen to have some burning question, throw it out there and perhaps I can address it in a future post. I often respond well to peer-pressure and forceful guidance J

I need to just chill out and roll with it from now on, and not over-think. The writing may not be stellar, but I think adopting a natural approach will make my entries more accessible and meaningful. In that way I'm better fulfilling what my original intent was for this blog, and that is to keep in touch with friends and family who are interested in how I'm doing and what I've been doing.

Stay tuned!

Getting started

Julie and I headed for Kitchen Canyon in southern Utah

Getting started means I first have to leave.

I'm fairly certain that the majority of you reading this blog are likely well aware that I've recently started a job as a biologist for the NGO, Panthera. My job, as it turns out, is to realize my dream since I was a 6-7 year old child to work in Asia and save big cats. Now that's a bit of an over-simplification, but I will leave it at that and I can go into specifics another time. The point here, for my first blog post ever, is that this job means working and living in Central Asia, in places like the Qinghai Province of China. According to Google maps, that's a little over 10,000 miles back to Missoula.

I've traveled before, I've even spent considerable time on another continent (5 months in Ireland), but this job represents something quite different. My previous trips were all made with return flights in hand. I find myself now embarking along a path where my eventual address over the next several years is as uncertain to the country as it is to the street number. This means leaving behind dear friends, my family and an amazing girlfriend. However, reading that back, it doesn't sound right. Perhaps "leaving behind" is a misnomer. I am not moving forward without these people, such as did the Irish immigrants of the 19th century, never to see them again. Rather, with today's technology and the amazing applications of media across multiple means and devices, I get to be in regular contact. More than this, it is not just keeping in touch and writing blogs and posting photos; I feel a certain weightlessness that is the love of my parents, my siblings, of Julie and my closest friends, and although I am sad to not be able to see them as much, I know I will see them again. In the interim I am blessed with their support, curiosity and excitement in my new adventures.

I hope to keep in touch with photos and prose in this blog. I don't know how often I'll be able to update, nor the extent to which I'll have time to write, but my goal is to provide my own travelog to document what I'm doing and seeing for all of you who may be interested. I'm excited for the weeks, months and years to come!