So I had hoped to be posting a proud picture on here tonight of me and my new (and by new I mean '96 Yamaha Fuzzy 125) scooter. And for a good part of today, it seemed that there would be no reason to doubt that would be the case...
I did indeed have possession of the scooter for about an hour and a half this evening... but as my life often seems to be one slight to medium mishap after another from time to time... in the best way possible, I never made it home with my scooter.
Monica, the other teacher who had dropped me off at the scooter place, helped me get gas for the first time, and helped me turn the scooter off and on, etc... so I learned the ropes, and then she led me to Megafold, the nearest Walmart-ish store in the city. There she bid me adieu, I made my purchases, got back on my scooter and was happily off on my new and convenient mode of transportation... not to mention just plain coooooool.
(And just to explain, scooters are THE mode of transportation here. Manual biking is an option and taxis are an option, but scooters are the most efficient independent mode of city transportation. And it's really interesting. I was just thinking about each person's concept of normality and how scooters are much more normal than cars to me now. At first, I was amazed at how half the traffic are people, whole families even, on scooters (and the other half blue trucks and singing garbage trucks)... and now it's what is expected. I've started trying to see this place again through a newcomer's eyes, since my parents are Lord-willingly going to be here in January... but it's difficult. Things are normal now. But they will be utterly fascinating, bizzare and alarming to anyone seeing it for the first time. I'm pretty sure. Anywhoo, back to the story...)
I decided to pick up some dinner from "the curry place" and a tea from a tea stand. There I parked my scooter... perhaps not yet like a pro, but I got the job done.
Hoping back onto my scooter with my fruit tea and curry in the front basket, I attempted starting the scooter. It gave a sneeze of sorts... and then there was no more.
After trying again and again with nothin,' I eventually decided to ask for help from a couple of guys about my age, standing nearby, waiting for their tea order. They had just busted out some cigarettes, but seemed trustworthy enough.
Me: "Dui bu chi?" (Excuse me) I then motioned with confusion and a shrug to my scooter and the ignition.
They came over and tried starting it up. I had my helmet on. This is significant because after a few attempts at helping me, I must have said something in English because one of the guys kinda jumped back and said, "Nee shur mai-gwa-ren ma?!" That means, "You're an American?!" Ha ha... this made things hilarious... if they weren't so already. They started laughing and saying things to me. I took off my helmet and explained, "Ting bu dong." (I listen but don't understand.) This always gets a laugh out of people. So they laughed some more and I with them. One guy kept saying, "O my god! Right?" And I was like, "Well, oh my goodness! Wow! Too bad! O dear! Ha ha... " It's interesting the little bits of English people do pick up on.
Eventually, after becoming seemingly as baffled as I was about my situation, they communicated to me that they knew of a place just a few stores down that could help me fix my scooter. One of the guys took the scooter from me to roll it along for me. A small, but touching proof that chivalry is found here. We rolled up to the shop and a nice guy with about as much English as the two guys... about the amount of Chinese I have... listened to the explanation. The guy at the shop seemed ticked that I had just been sold the scooter that day. He checked it out, checked a few parts, and tried explaining that it was the motor. I needed a new motor. I wasn't about to go buying a new motor after just buying the scooter. We tried calling the place where I bought it, but no answer. I then called my coordinator. He said to just leave the scooter at the shop and that we'd get things worked out tomorrow. Thankfully, this all happened just a couple blocks from school not the 20 minutes into town where I had been shopping just before.
A lady at the shop kindly offered me a bag for the items I had stored in the seat of the scooter. I thanked her and gave them two candy canes out of gratitude for their help... and for babysitting my scooter for the night. I had just bought the candy canes for a lesson tomorrow, and was glad to have something to give in token of my thanks.
Um. So after leaving right after school this evening with high hopes of parking a new scooter in front of the Practice within a couple hours, I entered the campus on foot, scooter helmet in one hand, and bag of curry, fruit tea, yogurt and candy canes in the other.
And though it may seem that this would be frustrating, I think this whole thing is pretty funny. I have so much to be thankful for. And I praise God for that and for the humor He grants so that we can find joy in the ups and the downs. I think more than anything, I love having a story to tell.
Ha ha... oh boy.
May God give you renewed joy and encouragement this day in Christ Jesus our Savior and Lord! :)
P.S. The "Mandarin" I write is not proper BoPoMoFo (the Taiwanese Mandarin phonetical alphabet) nor proper Pinyin. We'll just call it Anna-Yin. And I share it so that you can see and celebrate with me the baby steps of learning this language that seems to be the antithesis of the English language. And by that, I mean, it's very difficult for me. :) But that's the fun of it. It allows me to have a fuller appreciation for what my students are going through.