Travel In China

I am really interested in doing a lot of international work as a doctor when I graduate and have a career. Right now I am in my first year of medicine, but I am trying to plan out what to do during the summer between my first and second year and that fourth year elective where I can pick an international rotation. Does anybody have any suggestions on which country to focus on?
I really want to improve my Spanish, but I also want to do a lot of cultural immersion in the Middle East (I am female and a Muslim and for personal reasons I want more exposure to that population). I guess I could always apply for those group trips to Belize in the Spring to improve on Spanish, but I was thinking Argentina/Chile would be nicer since I understand their accents very well.
I want to focus on women’s health, infectious disease, under served populations, natural disaster relief or issues involving domestic violence…..doesn’t have to be all or any of those.
I might be going to China this winter, so maybe I could try to get some volunteer experience there?
Yeah, way too many countries on my list, I need help narrowing it down!

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl called Lexis. She had butterflies in her stomach for it was Christmas Eve. So she was bubbly when dealing with her preparations. Hanging stockings, leaving milk and cookies. But there was a slight problem. The stockings were actually smelly gym socks, and the cookies and milk? The cookies were mouldy and burnt, and the milk was sour and rotten. She didn’t have the slightest intention of doing things correctly.
Lexis didn’t like animals very much either. The S.P.C.A and police had turned up on her doorstep a few times as well. I think I even saw her walk grumpily out of her house with handcuffs on! Her eyes were blazing red. Not many people came to see her. When they did, there was yelling, and the crash of plates and other china smashing against the wall. She blamed God for it all. She believed that he was collecting every single stormy cloud, and shoving it over her life. But she had brought it upon herself. While daydreaming, she tripped over her rug. “Oof!” she groaned as the oxygen was swept out of her lungs. Scraping to her feet, she slumped and wandered to the back door of the garage.
Lexis twiddled the screwdriver. The light bulb now sat happily on Rudolph’s nose, and then she flicked it. Hard. It flickered into life and glowed beautifully. The room lit up with the red light. Wiring the bulb had been a little hard, considering she spiked all the wires beneath the soft bone of the dog’s skull, to keep it in place. A small AA battery sagged just below the head, and was tucked firmly under its fur. But it had all been worth it. Lexis picked up the squirming Rudolph, and lobbed him through the air. He landed a few feet away from her. A sickening ‘crack’ was heard, as he skidded across the smooth concrete surface. He laid quite still, his nose still glowing. Lexis hadn’t noticed, or even heard. She was too busy struggling to stand up properly. She grunted as her swaggering pot belly weighed her down. Although Lexis didn’t notice, Rudolph’s head remained twisted around past the little bone that was sticking out of his neck.
“Well look at you Prancer!” Lexis smiled. His eyes locked onto her. I can tell you one thing, it wasn’t because he liked her. He unsurely stepped back as Lexis plodded across the garage. She wasn’t smiling anymore. “You’re uneven!” she growled, “we’ll soon fix that.”
Lexis tightly gripped the plastic set of deer antlers that had been furiously nailed through his head, missing Prancer’s brain by just a fraction.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” she whispered softly. She pulled. A squelchy noise killed the silence. The rotten flesh covering the dog’s wounds, easily gave way. The nails slid out, shining with some sort of slimy goo. Wrenching the smelly nails out of the antlers with her fingers, she snatched her nailgun of the floor with her free hand. The old nails slipped from her hand and jingled as they bounced on the floor, splashing tiny drops of gunk on her shoe. Steadily Lexis held the antlers over Prancer’s cowering head. “Sit still!” she roared, tearing at his skin to tighten her grip on him. She raised the nailgun and ‘ping’. In went the first nail. Prancer yelped loudly, like a stereo turned up to its max. His paws scratched and tore at the floor but could not get rid of the pain. He slumped down into her lap, his eyes gazing blankly at her. His head and mouth was spewing blood everywhere. ‘Ping’ in went the other nail. This time, only a very quiet bubbly sound was heard.
“Now you’re ready,” Lexis grinned, dropping Prancer. “We mustn’t disappoint the kiddies!”
Slowly she dragged her full gut upward and walked over to a small chicken wire fence, where sixteen other dogs lay whimpering. Lexis yanked up an old wheat sack, which was full of more plastic antlers.
“Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you,” she cooed lightly. She stepped over the fence and swung the nailgun up to shoulder height. She slithered forward and added in a low voice, “Now, who else wants to guide my sleigh tonight?”

This man will ruin this nation!
I own a small business and I make a gross profit of $1 million dollars a year. Now, I project Obama and his taxes will reduce my profits by $250,000, but I’m not sure.
I’m not even sure how I’ll pay the bills. Our family is going to struggle this year on $750,000. What will we ever do? This is the destruction of America!
I’ll have to cut back on the golf, my wife will have to cut back on her manicures. My daughter will definitely have to eliminate one of her trips this year, either the one to Cancun, Paris, Australia or Tokyo. We MIGHT be able to scrape up enough money for first-class, we don’t want her riding with the gangsters in coach!
Things are so bad, I have to sit in section J of the Pistons games, and not my usual row A seats.
What, all so a bunch of lazy bums, like the ones that used to work for me before I sent their jobs to China, can get health care and an “Obamajob” off my dime?
I haven’t been this depressed since Clinton beat Dole in ‘96!
GEORGE BUSH, WHERE ARE YOU? SAVE US!

I live in southern Ontario Ca, and it is the most rich and beautiful part of Ontario for farmland, we have rich black soil and we grow crops from apples, peaches, potatoes and just about everything you need to eat healthy and nutritionist balanced meals.
I am not a farmer but I have enjoyed eating well at the corners fruit stands and have been able to feed the family with healthy low cost foods. This is all about to change now as the farmers can not compete against the free trade
Now I go to the farm stands and question them why they are leaving the fruits on the trees (peaches) bumper crop this year and delicious! product being left in the field just to name a few.
I go to another farmer and ask why his product is still in the fields to be pl owed under?
I watch on the news that these farmers can not complete with the free trade our government is imposing on us instead I am forced to go to grocery stores and buy smelly, flavourless outrages high cost produce and fruits that have travelled for weeks in the bottom of ships (which by the way is ruining our oceans and waters) when I get the product home, I find it is musty, rotten inside, and not fit to eat and has to be thrown out or taken back.
I am appalled at how the system works and I ask why are we allowing the governments to force us into something that is not only unhealthy, but costly and putting our farmers out of work and losing their farms.
Does this make any sense to anyone and why are we allowing this to happen right under our noses
I have nothing against free trade but let us be reasonable, why are we being forced to buy foods that are extremely costly and in poor value when we have the best right here in our own country?
Do we really need more black cement and pavement for parking lots instead of rich farmlands for crops? Are we really just fools being lead by the governments who’s only interest is greed of money?
Are we willing to sit back and just accept what they are throwing us What are the changes we need to take, how do we tell the government that we are canadians and we choose to eat what we grow and refuse to eat what they are stuffing down our throats. How can we change these outrages acts and demand that the government to be more supportive of the canadian farmer and businesses.
Who runs our governments anyhow and why do we sit back instead of banding together to support our own country.
Come on canadians, we need to stand up and take action in demanding that we have some say in what we wear, eat and drink!
I am happy to buy the things that we don’t have in our country, but I don’t understand why I need to buy and pay extra for to what I need to throw out, not to mention what makes us ill with all the preservatives to make the long trips.
It may cost a little more now to help support our farmers, but in the long run, we are eating fresh from the fields to the tables.
What is your take on this problem and how can we keep what is ours, ours?
2 days ago - 6 days left to answer.
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thank you for the spelling correction, however, you totally missed my point. I am saying that our crops are not in our stores period. I would gladly pay extra to eat the foods grown in right here in Canada, but I would like that chance
I also do not need a lesson on how the food gets from China, Asia and so many of the other countries. I am also aware that free trade is good to some degree, but I am not sure that most people really know what is going on, I put the question out there for common-sense people to address the delemia and to become more aware, it is not an arguement that I am asking for, just give us the right to buy our products and keep what is good and working, working! The age old arguement of free trade will always be an on going thing, but again, why do we need to buy goods that are simply superior to what is sold on the shelves, perhaps you don’t care one way or another, however, I am sure that most common-sensed people once enlighted would surely opt to eat fresh!
2 days ago
ty all for ur answers, I received a lot of good answers, however I fear I may not have been as clear as I should have been. I am aware that some of us are forunate enought to grow our small gardens and even some who are not apartment and small home owner can not go to our local grocery stores and buy fresh oppose to buying from counties which transport inferior foods and cost so much more. I am happy to buy mangos and such that we do not produce here, yet I must buy fruits and vegetables that the farmers are not capable of shipping as per the high expense. I do not see the point in buying our own products from such as China which is laballed Canadian and needs to make the trip back home.
We as canadian, need to consider this outrages and consider our health important enough to demand that if we grow it here, lets sell it here. After that, we can sell our extras as export. I am sure the all would benifit, I no longer wish to buy

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl called Lexis. She had butterflies in her stomach for it was Christmas Eve. So she was bubbly when dealing with her preparations. Hanging stockings, leaving milk and cookies. But there was a slight problem. The stockings were actually smelly gym socks, and the cookies and milk? The cookies were mouldy and burnt, and the milk was sour and rotten. She didn’t have the slightest intention of doing things correctly.
Lexis didn’t like animals very much either. The S.P.C.A and police had turned up on her doorstep a few times as well. I think I even saw her walk grumpily out of her house with handcuffs on! Her eyes were blazing red. Not many people came to see her. When they did, there was yelling, and the crash of plates and other china smashing against the wall. She blamed God for it all. She believed that he was collecting every single stormy cloud, and shoving it over her life. But she had brought it upon herself. While daydreaming, she tripped over her rug. “Oof!” she groaned as the oxygen was swept out of her lungs. Scraping to her feet, she slumped and wandered to the back door of the garage.
Lexis twiddled the screwdriver. The light bulb now sat happily on Rudolph’s nose, and then she flicked it. Hard. It flickered into life and glowed beautifully. The room lit up with the red light. Wiring the bulb had been a little hard, considering she spiked all the wires beneath the soft bone of the dog’s skull, to keep it in place. A small AA battery sagged just below the head, and was tucked firmly under its fur. But it had all been worth it. Lexis picked up the squirming Rudolph, and lobbed him through the air. He landed a few feet away from her. A sickening ‘crack’ was heard, as he skidded across the smooth concrete surface. He laid quite still, his nose still glowing. Lexis hadn’t noticed, or even heard. She was too busy struggling to stand up properly. She grunted as her swaggering pot belly weighed her down. Although Lexis didn’t notice, Rudolph’s head remained twisted around past the little bone that was sticking out of his neck.
“Well look at you Prancer!” Lexis smiled. His eyes locked onto her. I can tell you one thing, it wasn’t because he liked her. He unsurely stepped back as Lexis plodded across the garage. She wasn’t smiling anymore. “You’re uneven!” she growled, “we’ll soon fix that.”
Lexis tightly gripped the plastic set of deer antlers that had been furiously nailed through his head, missing Prancer’s brain by just a fraction.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” she whispered softly. She pulled. A squelchy noise killed the silence. The rotten flesh covering the dog’s wounds, easily gave way. The nails slid out, shining with some sort of slimy goo. Wrenching the smelly nails out of the antlers with her fingers, she snatched her nailgun of the floor with her free hand. The old nails slipped from her hand and jingled as they bounced on the floor, splashing tiny drops of gunk on her shoe. Steadily Lexis held the antlers over Prancer’s cowering head. “Sit still!” she roared, tearing at his skin to tighten her grip on him. She raised the nailgun and ‘ping’. In went the first nail. Prancer yelped loudly, like a stereo turned up to its max. His paws scratched and tore at the floor but could not get rid of the pain. He slumped down into her lap, his eyes gazing blankly at her. His head and mouth was spewing blood everywhere. ‘Ping’ in went the other nail. This time, only a very quiet bubbly sound was heard.
“Now you’re ready,” Lexis grinned, dropping Prancer. “We mustn’t disappoint the kiddies!”
Slowly she dragged her full gut upward and walked over to a small chicken wire fence, where sixteen other dogs lay whimpering. Lexis yanked up an old wheat sack, which was full of more plastic antlers.
“Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you,” she cooed lightly. She stepped over the fence and swung the nailgun up to shoulder height. She slithered forward and added in a low voice, “Now, who else wants to guide my sleigh tonight?”

I’ve flown to the Philippines twice from South Korea. On both trips, I ended up flying at night, so you couldn’t see anything out of the window but the Eastern China Sea. In other words, near total blackness.
The only indication of where we were located was on the little TV screens that provide us with a little map of where we are. While the plane was gracing China, and near Taipei, I noticed down in the blackness of the ocean, hundreds of very bright lights. They seemed quite far apart, but were evenly distanced from one another.
I suspected these were oil platforms, but I’m not totally sure. Could someone clear this up for me? I’ve been curious about this for a while..

This is amazing…!
June 11 (ANI): An unusual kind of grass at the Xishuangbanna Tropical Botanical Garden (XTBG) in China, which dances to musical tunes and songs, has become a tourist attraction.
People stand around and sing to troves of these grasses. The uniqueness of the grass was observed when some scientists, while out on field trips, relaxed in the wood and sang for self-enjoyment.
They found the blades of the grass opening or closing at their sounds, reports the China Daily.
The dancing grass has made locals recall the story of a Dai girl named Duoyi who loved to dance.
According to the tale, the local brute got wind of it and forced her to dance for him every day. She resisted and jumped into the river. Upon her tomb began to grow gobs of grass that danced gracefully, just as she had done when alive.
However, scientists say that the real reason is the decibel level, which should be between 35 and 65.
They say that sunshine can also start it to boogie. (ANI)

Prologue
Day 1
Today we…
HOLD OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!
What, Ricky?? You are interrupting my train of thought!
Never mind your train of thought!! You forgot to talk about the characters! And the story beyond the one you are ABOUT to write!!
Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!! You ALWAYS have to annoy me! Anyway, I’m soooooooooooo sorry that the first book by me has a crap beginning. I hope the rest of them will start better, though. Naturally, I think they will, because Ricky won’t be getting in the way!
Hey!
Whatever, you know I was just saying that to wind you up.
Ok, can we get on with the story? The real one I mean?
Right. But YOU have to tell it, remember?
Oh, sure, how shall I start?
We’ve forgotten about the characters!!
But there is only me, you and a ghosty-spirity-type…THING. Anyway, once upon a time…
Chuck the ‘once upon a time’ and tell the tale of the Man in the Field!!
YES! Anyhow, I was in some field, yeah, and suddenly…
Trust a boy to tell it properly. My advice: do not do that!! Otherwise, they will just DRONE on…
…suddenly, I see this bloke in a red cap and blue shirt (or was it blue cap and red shirt?) walk near me…
Ghost’s in caps? Is it a gangster, or something?
…I only saw him with the corner of my eye, but when I looked in his direction full on, he WASN’T THERE!!
Ok then…I have 2 statements…ONE: knowing how goofy my friend here is, it was probably an ILLUSION. TWO: because the ghost is gangster-style-ish, we should call this book ‘The Gangster Bloke Who Wanders Where He is Not Welcome and Then Turns Out To Be a Ghosty-Spirity-Type…THING.’ Now… for the made up story….
What do you think of the prologue? It’s set out like two people talking. As is chapter one…
Chapter 1: our amazing luck
It was a fresh and crisp new morning in the middle kingdom, otherwise known as China (no, I don’t belong in the Mad House and, yes, I will explain how me and my coo-coo friend ended up packing our bags and shooting off to China Town). The magnolia trees were blooming peacefully, letting out gentle sweet fumes. The cool water of the silvery stream was whispering empty secrets to the beautifully poised fish. All was quiet…until I somehow managed to win 2 tickets to China. And I had no-one else to take but my totally, utterly, completely, most-embarrassing-in-the-whole-wide-worl… friend. What’s more, we had £1 000,000,000,000,000,000 to spend, and we were planning on buying the best souvenirs we could find. We also planned on taking a look at lots of the most important historical land marks, and also the Secret Government Construction Lab-we had a special permission (signed by the President, for Pete’s sake!), so let’s go for it!
So, one very sunny day, we arrived at our hotel deluxe in the heart of China. The hotel was called The Enchanted Victory, only in Chinese (that, my friend, is pronounced something like HDSAGDFHHIBBBESDOFGUSGE). After unpacking our bags, we went to bed-it was REALLY late and we had TWO WHOLE WEEKS of trips, notes and photographs. And THIS is what happened the next day…
Day 1
We had tonnes of homework that HAD to be done (or else…we will probably get detention for the whole school year, or something), so we thought, well, how about we do MOST of it today, go somewhere tomorrow, and, then at the END of tomorrow, finish it. Well, we had SO much homework I just said “Stuff the learning-let’s explore the hotel-its HHHHHUUUUUGGGGGEEEEE!” Ok, so I was totally keen on actually seeing the spa, the personalised-and-private-just-for-the-tw… dining room, the coral massage parlour, the Thai-style garden, the waterfall streams, the glamour centre, the stylist-session choose-your-perfect-outfit galore, the…
But WE ended up-where else?-the plain near the hotel…
Because SOMEONE (hint-hint: Ricky) said they needed some fresh air!!
Just DROP the subject! Anyway, while we were at the field Dixie and I just STARED at the small traditionally-roofed village houses, at the green trees and their beautiful bursts of leaves here and there…
…which hung like emerald-covered canopies over our heads, stretching far into the sky…and the figure? WHAAT? The blurry figure which, as if on an old-fashioned tape, kept flicking in and out of focus. Then, its clothes changed. Its face changed. Then…it disappeared.
I thought it was an illusion, but it kept on re-appearing. Even as we got ready for bed it was there.
Well? Good or not?

I just bought a Roomba Red Robotic Vacuum from the US iRobot Corp. then brought it to another country and plugged it into a 110v automatic voltage regulator that I use my computer on. It charged properly for the first 16 hours (per the charging instructions) then I used it to vacuum my floor. I charged it a 2nd time but I noticed that the battery charging light wasn’t on. I talked to their online chat help and was told the warranty has been voided and that it was designed to work ONLY on US current (as if people still use ships to travel from country to country with trips lasting weeks if not months). They said their product was too complex and sensitive for other countries’ electricity. Sure. Too complex and sensitive for a product made in China (stamped on the back) – probably by child slave-labor (not stamped on the back)!
Sounds like legalized (?) fraud (?) or an excuse for a crappy product rushed to production to me. And it’s supposed to be a contractor for the US military! Ha.

Ultimately, if i get the job and they send me to any foreign country, even Mexico or Canada, i refuse and quit.
I’ve done it twice so far, and i have no choice but to quit, because it’s not fair for my co-workers for me to get to stay home , while they get sent away to god-forsaken shytholes for three or 4 weeks.
My field/position/job almost always requires travel to mexico, south america, china and rarely europe (i could deal with europe ) . And these trips are NEVER pleasant. I am either dealing with pissed off customers, stupid suppliers, or pissed off manufacturing plants who work for the same company as me. These are not fun and game trips.
Should I tell the interviewer up front NO TRAVEL, or should i be cruel and let them hire me and pay me for 6 months and then quit when they try to send me to the Turd World.??