Throughout the history of China there have been foreigners within the borders, exploring, settling, trading and living. However it wasn’t until after the first opium wars that this fair city of Fuzhou was forced, rather literally and brutally at gun point to open her borders to foreigners, who they fondly referred to as Foreign Devils. It is little wonder therefore that they were not very welcoming and hospitable to these new comers. They placed them in run down houses made out of boards that afforded them little comfort, and only just the minimum shelter. It didn’t help either, that these ‘houses’ were placed over a river, and therefore they flooded twice daily with the tides.
As the raucous chaos of student street slowly gave way to the quiet rustling of brooms and the occasional clanks and clinks of the garbage collectors, the crowd of foreign faces gathered at La Pisce Bar refused to give in and call it a night. There had been too many emotions running just below the surface all night, and too much beer flowing just above it. Too much to process, too much to consider – way too many highs and lows, even for this (mostly) hardened group of expats.
Editor’s Note: ‘Perspectives‘ will be an ongoing series that is written by the members of our expat community. Each article will highlight in a unique way the highs, lows, and everything in between, of living in Fuzhou. Most importantly though, it will chronicle the intensely personal experiences of those that we get to know so well, and then at some point in the future, inevitably, bid farewell to.