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  • Career Ending Injuries

    One Month at Er Zu Temple In my first month at Er Zu Temple. I was able to experience quite a bit. Hikes up mountains, interactions with locals in the village, and even a nice trip to Yue Xi City. My favorite interaction were the short conversations that I would have with Master Zhang. From learning about power, to understanding theories, all the way to my last conversation with him about flexibility. On my last Friday, we had just finished an exhausting hour of acrobatics. Working solely on getting the aerial. Warmed up from all the jumping and flipping, we moved on to power stretching. After two students finished stretching my legs, I took it upon myself to work on the side splits. Seeing Master Zhang watch over us carefully, I asked him; "Can you do the splits?" Looking left and right, he quietly shook his head no. "Fair.", I thought to myself. Even at Maling, most coaches couldn't do the splits anymore. This was due to age, injury, and just lack of training for flexibility. As I stood up to shake off my strained legs, Master Zhang approached me. Still massaging my legs I told him, "I've practiced for a long time but still can't touch." "That is the hardest split to do. Most professionals can't do it without warmup." Smiling he continued; "It's especially difficult to do when you're older. Beyond the age of 15, your bones begin to harden. For some people, the hip hardens with a wide opening making the side split easier for them. Others, their hip hardens with a narrow opening. Making the split more difficult, if not impossible, for some." "What about older students?" I nodded, listening closely to what he was saying. My legs still wobbly from my own attempt at the most difficult split. "Most professional Kung Fu/Wushu practitioners don't do this kind of power stretching. Instead, stretching is done on their own. At their own pace. This is because after many years of training. A good practitioner will understand their body, and any injuries, well. At later stages of training, the most important things are doing moves correctly, with power, and speed. Most people are able to kick higher than their flexibility allows, especially after warming up. So being able to touch the floor in the splits isn't important." My eyebrows raised in surprise. This was very different from what I heard from other coaches. Most say that the splits, front and side, are a minimum requirement for Kung Fu. Especially the performers. This has been part of the reason for me wanting to improve my flexibility. So I asked, "What about older students?". "We do power stretching here as part of the training experience. Also to push the older students towards their potential. Most normal people are not even close to their flexibility potential. But you must be careful as that is one of the two 'career ending'* injuries. Injuring the hip bone can stop your training. The other severe injury is your back. These two injuries cause most people to stop Kung Fu." *'career ending' is my translation of a phrase he used often. 练不了,which means 'can't practice'. But the situation he was talking about was not being able to practice for good after the injury. He continued to talk more on the topic. Even telling a story about a fellow student who broke their hip bone while stretching; making them walk with a limp! Planting the seed of caution in myself for my own training. Something for Everyone Listening to Master Zhang made me realize that he has a lot of experience teaching. Not just Kung Fu, but teaching this art to a wide range of people. His understanding of anatomy, age, and the toll that this practice takes on the body shows through how he pushes the students. It also made me enjoy the art more. Looking around, seeing people in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and even 70s all training Kung Fu together. There is something for everyone at any stage of their life. After talking about the splits with Master Zhang, class was over. My first month finished. The conversation floated around in my mind as I walked the steps of the temple. These lessons are what I'd like to bring back to my training at home. Lessons that let us see our potential while being realistic to our current situation. It's just like Master Zhang said on my first week: "Kung Fu isn't about being better than others. It's about bettering yourself." 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Exploring Power and Relaxation

    Qi, Jing, Li ~ 气,劲,力 In Kung Fu, there are a lot of terms thrown around. Qi, Jing, Li, and so much more. As I learned from Master Zhang, the idea behind all of these theories is to learn one and try to experience it in practice. Whether that be in your form, or sparring. Studying martial arts in China has made me realize that these theories are quite practical. Not "mystical" like many sources would have you believe. I'm not sure if it is because of "the west" or just how Kung Fu has transformed over the years. These ideas are presented in an almost "magical" presence back home. "肩与胯合 肘与膝合 手与足合" "Shoulders and hips together, elbows and knees together, hands and feet together" -外三合, Three External Connections Coordination Above is one of the first theories I learned. Now that I've had some experience in martial arts. I better understand this sentence. Every time a master has taught this to me, they are talking about generating power within movements. Generating power not just through strength, but through coordination of the whole body. I think this theory can be used for more than just power. Looking at those just starting Martial Arts; the main problem many face is the lack of coordination with their body. The simple awareness of where your legs, hands, and feet are. Knowing these things not only makes your movements better, but also helps avoid injury! "心与意合,意与气合,气与力合" "Mind and intention (thoughts) together, intention and breath (qi) together, breath and power together" -内三合, Three Internal Connections Focus The next theory that you will learn is the "Internal Connections". Again, this concept is mystified "in the west" but I think it has very practical concepts that can be applied to any martial art or sport. To explain this better I will translate what Yi (意) means: 心:Xīn, noun, heart, center, core, or mind 意:Yì, noun, intent, thought, or purpose 气:Qì, noun, air, breath, energy, or spirit 力:Lì, noun, force, power, strength, energy The first part of the "Internal Connections" talks about connecting your mind with your intent. Simply getting your "head in the game" is key to performing well in martial arts and sports. Eliminating distractions of your thoughts, focusing only on the training at hand. This is important for the same reason as the "External Connections". Focusing on training will lead to better performance and injury avoidance. An example would be weightlifting. If you're not focused on performing the exercise correct and well, you could injure yourself or others in the training space. The second part talks about connecting your intention with your breath (or Qi). Qi in Chinese has many translations. Power, Energy, Breath, magic, and is even used to describe the feeling or "vibe" of an environment. The reason I choose to translate the second part as "breath" is because the third part speaks of power and energy directly. In sports, being aware of your breath is crucial. Whether you're playing soccer, basketball, or fighting in the ring. Losing control of your breath, or your Qi, will hinder your performance dramatically. Which brings us to the third part. Connecting your Qi with your Power or Energy. It's no secret that our breath is key to our ability to perform. Fighters exhale on the punch, weight lifters use diaphragm breathing to lift heavier, and marathon runners need steady breathing to keep going the distance. If you have no Qi, you have no Li (power or energy). All of this begins with focus. Focusing the mind on "the game", keeping our thoughts on the training at hand, and having good awareness of our breath so that we can perform. Hope this makes clear some of the mysticism connected with the art that I love. 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Meditation in the Mountains

    Lined Up Friday morning, just before lunch. The class was exhausted from a week of training. Our limbs still soft from the power stretching we just completed. New bruises etched our bodies from yesterday's conditioning and today's acrobatics. We lined up, getting ready to end class when Master Zhang began to speak. Attentively, we all listened as Cindy translated. We would be getting the opportunity to mediate in the meditation hall this afternoon! I was excited. Master Zhang had arranged with the monks a slot of time for us to use the hall. No monks would be there. Just us students. It would be an opportunity to experience the meditation hall without the stress of following the monk's strict rules. (And the threat of a stick) For those not wanting to, they could train on their own like normal. Reviewing forms, working on basics, etc. Wearing the Robes Out of excitement and respect for the Temple, I went down to our local temple "shop". A small place that sells incense, teas, necklaces, Buddhas, and... robes! After discussing with the nice shop lady about my reasoning for buying robes. She kindly handed me a blue robe to wear. The difference between the training robes of a warrior monk and the robes of "real" monks are huge. The material, design, length of sleeves, and more. It felt long and awkward wearing it, but after some tips from the shop lady I was able to wear it comfortably. After a little rest, we all gathered for the meditation. We were guided by Cindy through the rain towards the meditation hall. At first we were brought in to a guest hall which smelled of incense and tea. Sitting down on the comfortable benches, Micheal, a senior student, explained the basic rules of the meditation hall to everyone. Entering the Hall Minutes passed as the rain slowly sprinkled from the cloudy sky. A bald monk wearing saffron and maroon robes knocked on the window of the guest hall. A signal for us to enter. Filing out in a line, we silently walked towards the hall. Monks of all size and stature slowly slipped out of the doorway. Their time in the hall finished. Once the last monk exited, we entered the hall. Micheal guided us all towards our seats. A simple cushion on a wooden bench. Legs crossed, robe spread out, and hands resting gently in my lap. I was ready to begin. "1... 2..." Closing my eyes, time passed quickly. Counting my breath as the cool air from the outside entered the room. Thoughts drifted here and there; the only anchor was the number of my breath. "3..4...5..." Soon, people finished their meditation. Slinking away quietly out of the dark meditation hall. No longer was I focused on the numbness of my body or the coolness of the air. Sounds outside the meditation hall began to catch my attention. My breath, my only focus. "6...7...8..." Memories of Thailand, Home, and Maling came and went. Memories good and bad tried to grab my attention. The breath, my only guide through this experience. "9...10..." Suddenly, my eyes opened. I'm not sure if it was a thought or a feeling but I knew, my meditation was over. Before me stood the Golden Er Zu statue, the light from the outside shining on it's metallic surface. To my left, three students sat like stone. Focused on meditation. I gingerly stood up, one leg numb landing on the ground with a thump!. Shuffling out, I paid my respect to the hall then left. There was still sun among the cloudy sky, and the rain had now turned to a light mist. My mind and body felt relaxed. The sounds of chanting came from the temple nearby. Some foreign ceremony that I will never understand. Passing the statue of Guan Yin and climbing up the stairs to our dormitory. I took one last look at the temple and hall. Satisfied. I was happy with where I was, and what I was doing. A feeling I haven't had in a long time. The busy restaurant. Lonely janitor nights. Exhausting factory work. Those days were behind me, if only temporary. Right now, I was given the blessing of enjoying this temple and those in it. So, thank you life for giving me this opportunity. 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Theory, Practice, Understanding

    Am I Ready? With my "Seven Star Fist" training nearing completion, I was given my Shaolin Training Robes and the next weapon that I would be learning. The Pu Dao. With my new items in hand I slowly walked up the steps to my room. A question churned in my brain, "I am ready for a new form?". In my mind, Kung Fu was all about developing a few skills really well. Not learning a bunch of forms, with little understanding. Quickly, I went back downstairs to ask Master Zhang a question. "Do you think I've grasped the form?". I asked again, to clarify my question, and he smiled with some understanding. He said one aspect I need to work on is, "斗神/抖身". It's a type of "power" in Kung Fu where after throwing a strike; like fist or elbow, the body "shakes" and the power is said to have gone outward towards your opponent. Master Zhang continued to speak. At first he mentioned Basic Forms. "Five Step" and "Continuous Fist" being examples. Easy forms meant to teach students the basic motions/stances of Kung Fu. They are not hard to perform once you've been trained. Now, traditional, or difficult forms, are another story. Master Zhang explained how there are a lot of theories when it came to Kung Fu and martial arts. Theories are easy to talk about but hard to actually do. For training, you first learn the moves with little explanation. Through practice, the moves become comfortable and more natural. Some applications might be taught to the student from the master but the true understanding comes from a master teaching his student the theories. Then, the student being able to understand the theories through practice. It's this constant cycle of learning about a new concept, and then trying to actually perform that concept in your training. There was a lot of information "lost" due to my poor Chinese, but these were the few ideas I was able to grasp from our conversation. He even told a story about when Shaolin was getting famous. How many people were kneeling outside the temple for days; not to become monks but to train Kung Fu. People would sleep on little benches due to there not being enough beds. Those folks would simply begin practicing whenever they would wake up (usually because they fell off the bench!). I'm glad I have my bed, pillow, and blankets. Back to the main question of this article, "Am I ready?". In a simple answer, no. I have not grasped the form. There is still a lot of practice that I need to put into this form. Most of that practice will come from my own work, and own ideas. I will enjoy the journey. 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Yi's, Ha's, Wei's, and Um's

    Seven Star Fist Sweating through my bright red Puma sweater. Dark black Carhartt hat tossed to the side as it was drenched in cool, salty, perspiration. Lining up we listened attentively to Master Zhang. Cindy translated, "Today, you all will finish learning your forms. Room inspection!". I was surprised. Eight days into my stay here, and only three-four of those days were focused on learning the form. Now, here I was getting ready to finish it. Cleaning up my room, I continued to think about it. My sore legs protested as I folded the blankets to my bed. "This seems too fast!", I thought to myself. Scarfing down my simple lunch of rice and veggies; I went to the training hall to continue working on the form. Even the little dog that followed me knew I needed space. Finding a spot on the wall, watching me practice my form. Covered in a new layer of sweat and oil, the other students arrived for the next training session. Jogging, basics, stances, and then more form work. The moves of Seven Star Fist, or 七星拳, are quick, low, and explosive. Pushing forward, shrinking back. Always low, striking with kicks, punches, and the iconic "Seven Star Hand". It wasn't long before Master Zhang's eyes began to scrutinize my form silently. Correcting me on where I need to be quick, slow, low, and high. Adding a jump kick here, low stance there, and finishing with a quick succession of moves while shouting, "Yi!" and "Wei!". Master Zhang (proudly?) said, "结束了, Finished!". Panting, I asked one final question. "Where does Yi come from?" The Shouts of Shaolin Back in the days of Maling Mountain. Master Peng told me a story about why we shout, "Wei" at the end of our forms. It was said that in ancient times, the Shaolin Temple was often victim to bandits. There is the story of Jin Na Luo and his Fire Staff (Huo Shao Gun) fending off bandits. But, the iconic stance at the end of many Shaolin forms is said to have come from a single monk named "Wu Hua". Apparently, the monks were either told of bandits coming or Wu Hua saw a band of bandits coming towards the temple. So, he stood atop a nearby hill so the bandits could see him. He stood in his combat pose and shouted, "Wei!". Some stories claim a single shout send the bandits running while others say Wu Hua continued to shout, displaying his Qi and confidence, eventually scaring them away. Hence, the move most Shaolin forms end on is called "Wu Hua Zuo Shan", or Wu Hua Sits on the Mountain. "Where does Yi come from?" Master Zhang told me that in traditional Kung Fu. Shouts were a display of your qi. Although, most forms in old Shaolin were actually internal, slower styles which had little to no shouting. As time went on, more and more of Shaolin's forms were turned into external forms. The rise of competitions and modern Kung Fu also lead to the use of more shouting as it was entertaining to those watching. But, there are three shouts that were even in traditional forms. "Wei", which was explained above. "Yi", which is used for punching/fist movements. And, "Um" which is used for grabbing movements. (not "um" like you're thinking. Imagine the noise of flexing while getting punched in the stomach) These noises are all used to not only display your Qi, but also help you release your power in the movement. The noise should correspond with the speed that you deliver the move. If you slowly deliver the punch then the "Yi" should be elongated. "YiiiiiiIII!" Even the final movement (Wu Hua Zuo Shan) can be drawn out, then so should the "Wei". "WwwwwwwwEI!" Eventually, modern competition and performance added another sound. "Ha". This sound brings memories of the Wushu Carpets, and big competitions I've been to. This sound is used to help send power out in the movements but also entertain the crowd and judges. Hope this helps someone out! 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Snow Capped Temple

    Turning Cold After an exciting first day, I went to sleep with childlike thoughts of warrior monks battling evil. I awoke before my alarm (which would become a common occurrence this week). Stepping outside my simple room, I was surprised to feel a rush of cool air hit me. My skin had goosebumps, not because of the chill, but because of the familiarity to home. The temperature had dropped. I watched as the white crept over the village in the valley below. Slowly crawling towards our temple. Covering each curved black roof in a thin layer of snow and ice. As the world around me turned cold, I was reminded of my stomach that breakfast was awaiting me. My feet gingerly tapped down the steps towards my simple breakfast of bread, purple soup, and a boiled egg. A Familiar Routine The rest of my week was filled with wonderful training. The second day was basics, forms, and some power training with stone locks. The third: Sanda training, basics, and forms. The following days were very much the same. Basics, Forms, and some Sanda with the inclusion of Power Training and Power Stretching. All of this is a familiar routine. And yet, it seems new at the same time. A new location, new master, new training companions, and a new intensity. Instead of fast, bam, boom, pow, go, go, go training of the past. The training here is challenging and relaxing. Those few classes I did for personal trainer come to mind. The balance of "Challenge vs Skill" leading to a "flow state". "Having a challenge that is possible to overcome with our current skills, which also leads to improvement in that skill. Creates a state of flow in individuals." I feel that the master at Kung Fu Xing Lin does a great job of presenting challenges to each student. The training has been very one-on-one. Most times it is up to the student to continue putting in the time and reps to overcome the challenge presented. Enjoy the Moment This month will go by. That is one thing I've learned very well through my adventures. So while I'm here, I will continue to enjoy the moment. Just as I would look out over the skyline of Shanghai each night, remembering every little detail. A similar habit has formed here. Standing on the cool tile in the middle of the temple. My body sore from training. I practice my form over and over again. Hoping that through this ritual, I will carry a piece of this place's "qi" with me. No matter where I perform this form. A relaxing weekend awaits me. 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Arriving at Er Zu Temple

    Narrow Mountain Road The trip from Shanghai to Anhui felt like it took forever. Waking up at five in the morning to get a taxi to the train station. I groggily waded through the crowds of people wanting to board their trains. An hour I waited until the gates opened for my train, to which people flooded the entryway. Not wanting to miss their ride. Cab 15. Seat 8F. That would be my home for the next five hours. As the train lurched forward, my eyes became heavy. Sleep overcame me. The next hours flew by. Interrupted only a few times by the announcements. I'd open my eyes and look around. A woman next to me. An empty seat. An old man. Again, an empty seat. Who knows how many people got on and off the train as I slept the hours away. Catching glimpses of the outside turning from tall never ending skyscrapers to lush rural farmland. Eventually, An Qing was called. My stop. Stomach empty and mouth filling with a vile taste, I emerged from the train to a new land. I had never been to Anhui, but my first impression was, it was chilly. Lugging two bags, I followed the foreign exit signs leading out of the train station into the world. I messaged my supposed contact. A taxi driver who would lead me to the temple. I was told to wait in front of a restaurant and that he'd be there in an hour. So, I went out into the streets. My eyes quickly picked up the bold white characters on dark green background making up the restaurant's sign. So I waited. Refusing other taxi drivers and watching as little kids snuck glances at me. My face needed a shave and I needed a shower. The hour went by as fast as an hour usually goes. Seeing the big white van with a taxi logo stamped to the side, me and a few other Chinese locals hopped aboard. I sat in the very back, not knowing when I'd be getting off. In front of me was a young student and sitting behind the driver was a chubby man fast asleep. As the taxi went off, we quickly went on to the highway, zipping this way and that. Passing schools, stores, apartments and factories. Eventually, we took an exit which led us onto a narrow mountain road. Winding this way and that. Going in and out of cave tunnels. Through mountainside villages and forests. The taxi kept on driving. The lull of the car put the other passengers to sleep. I was soon to follow. Jolting to a stop, I was woken up by the clammer of Chinese. An hour had gone by and it was the young student's stop. Watching closely, it still wasn't my time to get off. So as the taxi started back up, I soon fell asleep. This same pattern followed with the other passenger, who had been sleeping since the beginning. Two hours into the ride and it still wasn't my turn to get off. Had the taxi driver forgotten me? My worries were put aside as almost an hour later, we pulled up the winding road to my destination. Er Zu Temple. Magnificent Temple Getting out of the taxi, the driver gave me a thumbs up and drove off. Soon, I was led to my room by the temple's translator, Cindy. I was told that the students were currently training and if I wanted to join them. Of course I did. That is what I came all this way for. A quick change of clothes and a signature later, I was guided to the outside training grounds where the students were training. It was just like the movies. Entering a courtyard in the middle of a building, the students trained in their monk garb. Canes were being swung, staves were being spun, and fists were striking the air. A quick introduction was done between "Master Zhang" and I, then I was instructed to train on my own. Watch other students. And just "warm up". As I began to review some old forms, the master came over to correct me on a few things. "练用心,用无心" The feeling of training under someone with so much experience was... relieving. It felt like all those months working odd jobs had paid off, even if it was for just a short amount of time. As I took in "Master Zhang's" advice, and tried to put it into practice... the time went by quickly. Soon, class was over and it was time to do some boring paperwork. Walking around, the scenery and architecture of the temple felt like it was plucked straight from my dreams. Trees of various shapes and sizes dotted the land. Rocks and Buddhas lay hidden among the grass. No matter where you looked, the mountains were always in the background. Their peaks jutting into the clouds. Its was... it was a magnificent temple. A temple that brought back memories of all the magnificent places I've been. Standing atop mountains of Big Buddha in Phuket and Hong Kong. To smelling the caramel trees of California atop a snow peaked mountain. Looking over the Dead Horse Desert from a large collection of boulders. The ancient Buddha cave of Chiang Mai. Each with their own uniqueness. The simple fact that this place brought out these memories made me know I had come to the right place. 📿Johnny If you'd like to train here too, check it out! Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • A Test of Tea

    During preparation for a trip to Han Zhong, China, I had discovered there was a kind of Green Tea native to the area. Green Tea doesn't interest me much due to it's usually strong, bitter taste. But... when in Rome. The first few days of the trip, I practically lived on whatever means of transport there was. Hopping between the larger Xi'an city, to Han Zhong, through smaller villages in between. During one of these trips, the aunt and uncle that we were staying with took us to buy tea from their local "spot". I'm early into my tea journey, so the rules, or rituals involved with buying tea are still foreign. The red car pulled up to the curb signaling us to get out. The aunt led us into their local tea spot. A modest shop with boxes and bags blocking the doorway. Within, two large wooden tables, whose tops were covered in miscellaneous items, filled the room. A small reception area was tucked in the back behind more stacks of boxes. Looking around, the walls were covered from floor to ceiling with bags of mushrooms, teas, roots, and more. The sight of the place was so jarring to the eyes, that I don't even remember the smell of the place. Not even a step into the door and the aunt was talking away with the tea folk. We were ushered to sit at one of the wooden tables, pulling out the bench. Taking up what precious room was left in the claustrophobic tea shop. Among the chatter, I heard a hint of surprise when it was mentioned that I was buying the tea. That is when the simple test began. Two types of green tea were laid before me. The leaves resting peacefully on a plate. My girlfriend amused me by joining in the observation of the tea leaves. The aunt, still chattering away, talked about how both were green teas. One a higher quality, while the other a lesser grade. The tea seller brewed us some of each tea. Describing how to brew it. Giving us chances to get the aroma. Eventually, the warm, clear, glass cups were given to us to taste. Both aunt and tea seller's eyes watched closely. Waiting for my reply. I sipped each a few times, admiring the color of the tea's liquor. One tea, whose leaves were short and stout, brewed a Green Tea that had a tinge of bitterness to it. The other, whose leaves were thin, long, and hairy. Brewed a tea with a very faint flavor. Inspecting the glass, I noticed that the leaves had "stood up" within the water. Almost as if they were brought to life by the warmth. This tea was the higher quality Green Tea, this tea was Han Zhong Xian Hao Cha. When I said I wanted to buy this tea as it was the better, the aunt's face lit up. Surprised I could tell the difference in the two teas. It was the first time my home-studied tea knowledge was tested. So far, I had studied well. 📿Johnny Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Monkey Picked Tea

    Two red flags greeted me after getting off the small airplane. My eyes barely staying open after sleeping the flight away, looked at these flags with curiosity. Bright Yellow stars hid away in the corner of one flag; while a bright white flower boldly stood in the center of the other. We had arrived in Hong Kong. As is my custom now, I tried to research some teas local to Hong Kong. Four came up. Two being imported and grown, while the other two were native to Hong Kong. My girlfriend and I explored the various streets of Hong Kong. Each day consuming a new kind of food or seeing some new sight. It wasn't long though before my eyes began the search for tea shops. Honestly, I was surprised. All through other asian countries, you will find milk tea shops at every corner. Different brands, blends, and more. There would also be cafes for coffee and tea. In Hong Kong, the best place for me to get tea was in it's restaurants, especially Dim Sum. At most restaurants you can order some kind of black tea or Hong Kong's bitter-but-good milk tea (my girlfriend stayed away from this, while I took pleasure in drinking it). There are established tea shops that sell pots, cups, and tea leaves; just not as prominent as I thought it would be. In reality, I only checked out two tea shops while in Hong Kong. The first was a quick stop. I got excited as I entered and saw the large traditional wooden stump turned into a table. The tea cakes lining the wall, and a glass display showing beautiful tea pots. All the excitement quickly vanished as they only sold Pu'er tea. The second tea shop wasn't until the very end of the trip. My girlfriend and I stumbled upon the famous "Temple Street" night market. The streets were full of people and vendors. Turkish, Indian, Thai, and more. The scents of greasy street food filled the air. Just as we were approaching the big gate to leave Temple Street, I saw a tea shop tucked into the side. It's glass walls giving a glimpse to dark wooden shelves holding the treasures I was after. Gingerly, we stepped inside. Being weary of my backpack, I viewed what was to my left and right. There was just enough room in the tea shop to stand single file. Teas, all meticulously labeled and sorted, were packaged nicely on the shelves to my right. To my left, various tea cakes were proudly put on display with their own lights shining brightly over the decorated paper. Walking further in revealed tables, shelves, and boxes all stacked with various teapots. Their shapes, colors, and designs all showing the craftsmanship that went into the art. A sleepy women who ran the shop stood up as we entered. She let us know the prices, answered our questions with a yawn, and even showed us samples of the leaves. Out of all the teas that were on display, one caught my eye. "Monkey Picked Tie Guan Yin". The name captured an image of monkeys on a mountain picking tea from tall trees. Grabbing the small bag, I bought it. My search for Hong Kong native tea failed. I explored a lot of Hong Kong in the process and found a new, delicious tea in the process. 📿Johnny Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Tie Guan Yin, the Start of my Journey

    Ducking through the crowds of people that swarmed the streets of Tian Zi Fang, a younger me darted into an alleyway where no one followed. Heading up some stairs surrounded by blank, dirty walls to a hallway. Before me was a large wooden door with the golden characters for "Martial Arts School" written above it. It was 2018, towards the end of my first year in China. Young me would go train at a martial art school in Tian Zi Fang a couple times a week with a Chinese man and a handful of foreigners. Sometimes after class, the teacher would be drinking tea. Simple glass cups, a tea pot, all on a tiny table. One day, I was lucky enough for the teacher to offer me a cup of his tea. I had heard that tea was a big part of China's culture. At home, I had drank a lot of tea. Lipton. Arizona. Various green teas. Going further back to my childhood are memories of my dad brewing exotic teas in a glass pot. Together sipping on the bitter mixture after training or study. Tea has followed me throughout my life. When I accepted the paper cup from the master and took my first sip; I was surprised. The golden elixir was refreshing. Heat flowed out from my stomach, covering my tired body in a comfortable warmth. "What kind of tea is this?", I remember asking him. My ears listened attentively, as my Chinese knowledge was in it's infant stages. I will always remember the name. "铁观音, Tie Guan Yin". I didn't know what it meant or even what characters to write, so I memorized the sounds on my way home. The tea was different than others that I had drank. Not bitter like most Green Teas brewed at home, not overly sweet like the stuff found in stores. This was different. It was like I had tasted a new flavor. As I continued to live and train in Shanghai; My dad would bring home teas from business trips. We would try them together, exposing myself to more kinds of tea flavors. One time, I went to a tea ceremony with a stranger. Within the small confines of that tea shop, I saw how the "Tea Person" brewed the various teas in a gaiwan and pot. That dingy Shanghai tea ceremony showed me my first tea pet. A color changing Buddha. It's funny to think back, I had no idea about any types of teas, or the ways to brew them. I knew nothing about actual tea making except put the bag in a cup. Then, fill with hot water. Then, my knowledge would stagnate. For the next couple years, I focused on Kung Fu. Simply buying teas I came across. Brewing them my own ways. Through simple exposure I learned about "tea water", buckwheat tea, jasmine teas, Pu'er teas, and Oolong tea. Yet, with living in China, buying teas, eating out. I still wasn't exposed to "tea culture". When I came back home, I took the opportunity to study Tea online. Watching videos, reading articles, and even going through a few tea courses. This helped build up my "foundation". Exposing myself to the various tea types and methods of brewing was great. It really showed me how much this "art" had to offer. I was just missing my own teaware to practice all that I had learned. I was also missing my own tea. Now, tea goes hand in hand with my adventures. Each day, I try to learn more about this hobby. 📿Johnny Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Opportunities

    While walking through the busy streets of Hong Kong; I passed a busy car wash. The concrete floor wet with water and soap, a small orange piece of paper caught my attention. A 1000 Hong Kong Dollar bill gently waved in the wind, the water keeping it held firmly on the ground. Thousands of thoughts washed over my mind. "Was it fake?" "Why was no one picking it up?" "Who lost it?" After eating, I walked back to that same spot. It was gone, of course it was. My opportunity gone. Hong Kong It has been 6 years since I last stepped foot in Hong Kong. That is why my memories of it are so foggy. I remember exploring the streets with my parents, seeing the Bruce Lee statue, eating food, and even traveling to Hong Kong once on my own. Walking around the rainy streets eating congee. Back when I had no Chinese knowledge, and little idea as to what to do with my life. Walking through the packed, colorful streets brought those wisps of the past to the present. Just like I have changed over the years, so has Hong Kong. This was made ever so present by my visit to the statue of Bruce Lee. The location changed, the statue was moved, restaurants were now close by, and the hand prints were all in different locations. Patiently, my girlfriend and I waited for our "turn" to take a quick photo by the statue. Seeing the excited looks of old and young, posing in front of the statue brought a pleasant feeling to me. Nostalgia, maybe. Perhaps it was my instant recollection of the past 6 years. The good, the bad, the struggle. A simple plan, keeping the spark within me alive through all of it. This all came together to bring me back here. My head still spins comprehending all that has happened. Tall Buildings... Walking the streets carried my mind away from such deep thoughts. The simple touch of a hand, bright lights, and new sounds were enough to keep me distracted for a week. It was a happy distraction. A distraction that didn't feel like a waste of time. Hong Kong, this experience, was the reason that I worked so hard for. To ride atop a large bus in the rain. Feeling the cool wind blow as the tales of an old city ring in my ear. To eat strange food in new places, surrounded by new people. To visit the world's busiest spots, and rest in the world's quietest spots. To simply live doing what I love. Many blessings had to come into play before I could even attempt such a journey. What ever I've done to deserve such luck, I'm thankful for. and Narrow Alleyways The alleyways left me with slices of authentic Hong Kong life while the tall buildings, silhouetted by mountains, reminded me of all that I wouldn't experience. I truly enjoyed Hong Kong and believe in another life I would enjoy living there. But that isn't this life. Sitting in the airport, I glanced at the misty mountains. Saying goodbye. A surprising sorrow came over me as I left the fragmented city. The feeling that there was still so much to do. To experience. Although we had done a lot, many of our plans fell through the cracks. Just like the 1000 bill that I let slip by; leaving the city meant leaving all the opportunities it provided. As the attendant came over the speaker, a metallic click rang from my buckle. Shanghai bound I was. Maybe a nap would help me shake off this sorrow. 📿Johnny Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

  • Hangin' in Hang Zhou (杭州)

    Heading to West Lake In a spur of the moment decision, my girlfriend bought tickets to go to Hang Zhou. All I knew about Hang Zhou before this trip was that Hang Zhou had good tea. We woke up early to head to the metro. Then boarded the railroad to Hang Zhou. It had been a while since I've ridden the trains in China. The ride went by smoothly, only taking an hour and a half. Comfortable seats, not crowded, and getting through security was a breeze. Stepping out of the train you could feel the air was different. Hang Zhou definitely had its own feeling to it. A different hustle and bustle to that of Shanghai. Peeling through the maze of Hang Zhou's metro tunnels; we headed for our destination. West Lake (西湖). A famous tourist destination in the city's scenic area. A short ride on Line 1 took us to the popular lake. Emerging from the underground, I was surprised to see how beautiful the city was. Fresh Air, Green Trees The metro station popped us out in the usual city square. Malls, restaurants, and stores surrounded us. Big brands like Adidas, Louis Vuitton, and more had large advertising everywhere. A block away the roads turned green with trees, and the buildings became more modest. Finding the lake was easy as it could be seen through all the trees and traffic. The weather was warm but a fog stayed over the lake for most of the day. Giving an almost eerie feeling to the landscape. Golden Boats would emerge from the fog, the rising sun glinting off of the ornate decorations. The quiet lake was completely surrounded by walking trails, food stands, and ever peaceful greenery. Due to the warmer weather, many others were enjoying the sun shine. Old aunties and uncles gathered together. Garbed in traditional clothes, dancing the day away to music. Tourists from all around could be seen walking the paths, carrying with them various popular snacks and souvenirs. Then there were the locals who stood out among the crowds of visitors. Many using the lake's various paths as ways to get to work. Or simply finding their own secret spot to have lunch. Although we walked around all day we still didn't get to see everything that West Lake had to offer. We went to a nearby mall for some food, walked around the parks taking pictures, and simply took in the sights. There was too much to see in our short time there; so we just enjoyed what we could. Boat Ride to the End Bellies full of roasted fish and many milk teas. Feet sore from walking the brick pathways. We decided to get a boat ride around the lake. Luck was in our favor, as we had bought tickets for the last boat out on the lake. Stepping onto the dark wood floors, the boat rocked slightly. Other couples huddled together, muttering quiet conversation. Eyes all looking out towards the sun setting over the lake. The boat engine puttered to life. Slowly, the wooden vessel pushed it's way through the water towards the island in the middle of the lake. The little island was disappointing at first. It was crowded with people and little souvenir shops stood in the pathways. Once we brushed our way through the crowded pier, it became quite peaceful. Historical landmarks were all around the little island as well as a couple traditional Chinese structures. You could even see temples off in the distance. It all felt like I was in a Kung Fu flick. Images from Hero and Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon came to mind. "This all feels very Chinese", I said to myself. "Of course it does, we're in China", quipped my girlfriend. My rolling eyes were interrupted by the sudden sound of a loud speaker. The boats were getting ready to leave. Taking a couple of last minute photos, we pattered through the bamboo. The ride back was quiet. Small waves lapped up against the ship's sides. Gently rocking the boat. My girlfriend, asleep on my shoulder. My mind, thinking over all that we saw today. It was a good trip. 📿Johnny Want to support the journey? Check out the links below! Donate to Keep the Journey going... …or check out my Dad's book "21 Day Personal Journey"

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