From soccer fields to fishing villages.

Yesterday was the first day in nearly a week that was not full of drizzling, disgusting weather. Just in time, too, for our only Easter celebration consisted of a soccer match between the school's Soccer Society and a random assortment of foreigners and Chinese students coerced by Mat into joining the team.

Sitting on the sidelines before the game.

Our goalie, Bruce Lee.

Patty, a new Paise teacher for this semester.

We lost rather spectacularly, though we did celebrate like true Chongqing losers at hot pot later that night.

Today, in honor of Tomb Sweeping Day, there were no classes. To celebrate a holiday I actually have no clue about, a few other teachers and I took a bus to the Fishing Village, about 5km from the city. Although the name would leave one to believe it is a village somehow related to fishing, there is in fact neither a village nor a fish, but rather a park full of historic battlements and random carvings, all in rather poor condition with a 60 元 admission price.






Despite the haziness of the day, it was a rather charming area. And thanks to school sports day on Thursday and Friday this week, we only have to teach two days. Cheers!