Over the past few days our family has learned two very important lessons about our studies in Mandarin Chinese. Number one, our teacher, Tom Lao Su (Teacher Tom), being an older gentleman, leans toward more traditional ways of doing things. This means he is naturally inclined to think of Taiwan strictly as a territory of China (which it technically is). He is therefore teaching us older, more formal, and traditional Chinese. This is different (I’m not sure how much so) from what is spoken and written now by the majority of the population in Taiwan.
Number two. It is my personal theory that Mandarin Chinese has way more bad language than English! For us it is doubly hard to not offend people because of the tones used in the language. There are five tones, one flat: , one short: , one ascending: /, one descending: \, and finally one descending and then ascending: . The really weird thing is that if you speak the right word with the wrong tone, they can’t understand you. Or you might be using a bad word, as we found out multiple times yesterday and the day before. It’s also possible to accidentally write down bad or unlucky words just by trying to copy simple characters. Yesterday we were conversing with some people in the coffee shop, and found out that, though we were speaking correctly in Chinese, we were actually saying bad things in Taiwanese! Unfortunately, we can’t win for losing so we have decided to not try and say much besides hello, yes, no, goodbye, thank you, etc.
This morning the weather cooperated with us and we were able to go to Monkey Mountain! The monkeys now populate the mountain because people would leave monkeys that they no longer wanted. That was the story that was told to me, anyway. Pastor Lindsey, Josh and Paula Hong, and John and Jessica accompanied us to see the “many, many monkeys” (sorry, I couldn’t resist just one inside joke!). I had wanted to go since we arrived, and I have to tell you, it lived up to my expectations! It was a good hour and fifteen minutes to the top and probably half that to get back down. At the top was a resting station where you could drink hot tea and water and look out over the ocean towards China, which was about 90 miles away. I have included a lot of pictures of the monkeys for your enjoyment. There were a lot of them right on the main path but we didn’t see any on the rugged path that some of us took to get the climbing experience. The monkeys were very calm as you walked past or took pictures of them. In the past they attacked some people for food, but nowadays they are more laid-back since people are no longer allowed to feed them or mess around with them. We saw a good deal of babies with their mothers, too.
On the way down the mountain my dad and I had a very interesting conversation with Josh. We were talking about different languages (Josh speaks Taiwanese, Mandarin, and English). I asked him a question that I had been thinking about for a long time: “What does English sound like to you, a non-native speaker? What does it sound like to the general population of Chinese people?” The answer, we discovered, is “very emotional”. In order to understand this better, I’m going to point to tones as the reason. In Mandarin, a tonal language, you don’t have much leeway for emotions. You must express your words a certain way. Any deviation in the pitch of your voice results in incoherent babbling. In English, a phonetic language, you have a little more room. We can express emotion through our words by pronouncing them different ways. In Mandarin, you can’t. When I offered this to Josh as one explanation, he agreed with it. He also said that “Americans are very good actors”. The emotional aspect might be a preconceived notion of Americans as a result of good acting. Those were the two things that we came up with, anyway.
I’ll end with a story: We were waiting in a rest station on Monkey Mountain to look at probably 8 or 10 monkeys nearby. There was a baby or two present and you could see some monkeys playing in a stream off in the distance. I heard a ruckus to my right and saw Nate wiggling. At first I thought a monkey had climbed into his pants. Thankfully it was not so. However, I soon spied the large, hairy spider on his pants. Its body wasn’t that big (in fact, it looked like a black and brown hairy daddy long-legs) but its legs probably spanned a good four or five inches in diameter. Anyway, Josh took a water bottle and hit it off. As soon as it hit the ground a monkey sprang up, smashed it, and ate it in one fluid movement. I think everyone was stunned for one second and then we all burst out laughing. To top it all off, my dad got it on video! Let me tell you, I was very careful the rest of the day to make sure I had no arachnids crawling around on my body!























