I still need to figure out how to pronounce the name of the city I'm
flying to, find out how much the airline tickets cost, order the
airline tickets, arrange the time off work, which will probably
include borrowing my boss's laptop so that I'm not actually off work,
and borrow a digital camera since mine is broken but... in slightly
less than three weeks I'm going to Qinghai.
Really really going.
For sure and official and definitely going.
To Qinghai.
It's been definite for all of about forty five minutes at this point,
and a very strong possibility since last Friday. I'm still in enough
of a shock about this whole "they said yes" thing that I haven't yet
come far enough down to get potential stomach butterflies. Not that
I'd get stomach butterflies or anything like that. After all, it's
only one of the two 2.HC races on the Asia calendar and the largest
bike race in China. Who would get stomach butterflies over a little
thing like that?
Over a little thing like working at that?
I'm not going as a fan. I'm going as a staff member.
A staff member.
I'm going as a staff member.
I'm going to Qinghai as a staff member.
Maybe if I print this message out and can read those words in real
black ink on real white paper it will feel more real. Cause right now
it's still a bit of a shock. Once I got up the nerve to actually ask
the people who knew the people who could ask the people if I could go
it took all of about two minutes before I had my answer.
I don't need to pinch myself to confirm that I'm not dreaming. My
sunburned shoulders from yesterday's metric century are already
confirming that I'm not dreaming.
I'm not dreaming. The people in charge said yes. The people in
charge said they'd pick me up from the airport. The people in charge
said that I'm working as a staff member at the Tour of Qinghai Lake.
And I'm not dreaming.
I've been having a schedule snafu for the last month and some with a
friend of mine. Part of the scheduling snafu was caused by me moving
to another city. So despite my regularly coming back to Haikou there
wasn't as much of an opportunity for me to meet with him. However,
after two canceled rides and a canceled lunch date I finally had the
chance to see him face to face. Route planning for the Tour de Hainan
had started and they were going to be here. If you can't bring
Mohammed to the mountain bring the mountain to Mohammed. Or something
like that.
Can't say the lunch was exactly what I'd thought it was going to be.
Scale, scope, attendees, quantity and quality of alcohol were all
things I hadn't considered. I knew it was going to be Mr.[censored], Coach
Li, and the bike shop manager. I didn't consider that Mr.Qiu from the
Chinese Cycling Association would be there. Or Mr.Ye who was one of
the race directors last year. Or half of the far upper echelons of
the Sanya City government. Actually, with the exception of Mr.Ye,
Mr.Qiu, Mr.[censored], Coach Li, and Ah Zhi I didn't have a clue who any of
the others were. Merely that they were important enough that I was
supposed to already remember who they were and not need introducing.
After all they had remembered who I was...
Being non-important in the general scope of things (especially when
compared to oh, say, everyone else in the room except the waitresses)
and being female meant that I wasn't called upon to drink too much
alcohol. I escaped with a mere seven shots of baijiu (sorghum based
white lightning). At lunch. On a work day. Thank god for lenient
bosses. It will take dinner, no one needing to drive anywhere
afterwards, and a proper liver killing drinking session to determine
my actual placement on the alcoholic leaderboard but I'm apparently
doing pretty well. This is very important.
With the food on the table and the alcohol flowing very freely the
actual purpose of the lunch in Sanya became obvious. This year's Tour
of Hainan wants to have 108 riders participate in a 20km time trial in
the prologue in Sanya. Would it be okay to close one of the major
thoroughfares for say two hours give or take? In the US you file
permits and applications. In China you get the relevant officials
drunk. All the same really.
As we were dispersing in the parking lot I drummed up my courage. It
would have been easier if it had just been me and Mr.[censored] but in a
group of people many of whom spoke at least a little English and all
of whom were important it was a little harder. Mr.[censored] still doesn't
quite get that there are people who might consider the 18 hour
workdays of an international stage race 'fun' but he understands that
I am such a person. The seven shots of baijiu helped enormously in
drumming up my courage. "Would you please introduce me to the Qinghai
race?"
And after a stuttery bad non-explanation to Mr.Qiu who wanted to know
why I wanted to go and what I thought I could do there (I've just had
seven shots of baijiu and you want me to explain something using
concepts more difficult than "because"?) Mr.[censored] came to my rescue,
explained how much I'd helped out at the Tour de Hainan and said
"sure, no problem."
Two hours later I had a phone call that he'd called the people at
Qinghai and they said yes.
Eight hours after that I had a text message with the relevant person's
phone numbers.
And it was too late on Friday night to possibly do anything about
having the relevant person's phone numbers.
Then, this morning, when I went to make the call the phone number was
the wrong number.
The a n t i c i p a t i o n was driving me crazy. Might
have been interesting to find out what my heart rate actually was
cause I could feel it thump thump thumping crazy fast for sitting at a
desk holding a telephone when the right person picked up.
Got the right number.
Got the right person.
Got the right answer.
And I'm going as a staff member to the Tour of Qinghai Lake!
T minus 16 days and counting.
-M