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Maunder Relays Last 'Normal' Days in China

4/27/2021

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Finn Maunder is the son of Julie and Charlie Maunder of Loxwood, England. He is the grandson of Judy and Tom Rowland of Chattanooga. He arrived in China in September to teach English at Ningbo University. By Chinese New Year, the world as we know it fell apart. This is his firsthand report of the last days of normalcy.

Finn, Are YouWorried Because of the Virus?

A WeChat message marked the first intrusion of COVID-19 into my day-to-day life. It was a few days before Chinese New Year, and a series of increasingly alarming reports were coming out of the city of Wuhan, 500 miles away. Because of China’s strict internet controls, I wasn’t closely following current affairs, but a mystery virus was increasingly dominating the news cycle to such an extent that even an ill-informed foreigner like me was aware of it.

That week, I had become more on edge. Mask wearing in my city of Ningbo was commonplace before COVID-19, owing to the abysmal urban air pollution that descended every winter, but now people were wearing them indoors too. I noticed that all of a sudden, people were consciously staying as far away from each other as possible. I had been accustomed to people queueing so tightly there was often full body contact - it was as if someone had flipped a switch. I was spooked.

I went to a premature Chinese New Year party with a mutual friend’s family. It had all the expected hallmarks: prodigious consumption of alcohol; a married couple younger than me whose salaries already dwarfed my own; being embarrassed in games of mahjong with old men. There was also, however, a sense of unease. Beneath the jokes, the singing and the laughter, there was a feeling of tension. Cases were rising. None had yet been counted in Ningbo, but who knew how long it would be before similarly draconian measures were imposed by the government here?

I asked, in stilted Mandarin, whether anyone was concerned by the virus. People didn’t seem surprised that a virus had originated in Wuhan. ‘Those people in Hubei, they eat strange food, wild animals’, my host remarked, to general nods of agreement. I finished chewing a mouthful of raw crab eggs, rather taken aback. It seemed that the only thing spreading faster than coronavirus was a profound distrust of outsiders. Towards the end of the night, one of the innumerable uncles offered to give me a ride home. I followed his cue and kept my mask on during the car ride. It felt this had already become a habit.

That was my last normal day in China. The next day, parents were messaging me on WeChat to indefinitely cancel our at-home lessons. I turned down an invitation to celebrate Chinese New Year at a hotel in town. This felt like an overreaction at the time, but as a friend noted, who could know how many people staying at the hotel had been to Wuhan in the last month? I rearranged with my colleague to come over to my apartment, order food, and watch a movie. It felt novel at the time; little did I know that takeout and a movie would become such a staple of my life for the next year.

Within 24 hours it had become clear that the rapid spread of the virus had become the biggest news story on every website. The international media was describing the situation in Wuhan in tones of increasing agitation. I took a bus to visit another colleague and was startled to find myself the only occupant for almost an hour. The pre-lockdown trademarks were all falling into place. I found myself rushing to crowded supermarkets for toilet paper, plastic gloves, water, ramen noodles – the lot. I spent the next few days inside my apartment, nervous about using public transport or going out, periodically checking live blog coverage of the disease on Western news sites.

According to the Chinese government at the time, cases were at around 2,000, but other international health experts were predicting that the disease had spread far more rapidly. It was possible, they said, that there could already be as many as 100,000 cases.

I started worrying now. What could this epidemic mean for my life in Ningbo? I lived in a cold apartment without drinking water or WiFi that I was keen to spend as little time as possible in. The place was arctic; the heating worked only intermittently and I slept in a sleeping bag within my bed to stay warm at night. For entertainment I had a handful of books and a laptop. I had seen footage of other expats in Wuhan wheeling gigantic suitcases to the supermarket for their weekly (or monthly?) shop whilst bedecked in elbow length gloves, woolly hats, face masks and swimming goggles. I had no friends who lived in my building. What sputtering social life I had been building before the virus would now be extinguished. If my life for the foreseeable future was to be shut in a cold flat by myself, perhaps I should go home to the U.K.? After all, I would almost certainly return to China and pick up my old life in a few months.

Before I knew it, I was standing on a rainy street corner near my apartment, fully be-gloved and masked, with a duffel bag in hand. As I waited for my taxi, I watched the storefront neon melting in hues of blue and purple, swirling in kaleidoscopic puddles on the street. I had only just started to familiarize myself with my neighborhood, having been a) broke and b) essentially mute for my first three months in China. Now I had a fumbling grasp of basic Mandarin and the money to go out and explore my city. I was frustrated to leave, but I calculated that a few months at home would outweigh a few months of total social isolation.

I had made my mind up. I was going to leave. I talked with my fellow expat teachers and to our boss, who encouraged us to fly home from China if we were able to. He was certain that even if the whole country was locked down, the disease would be controlled before July and the foreign staff could return. In the end, he would be proven half-right. China was indeed more or less fully reopened by July 2020. What nobody had counted on was just how badly most Western democracies would handle COVID-19. As of right now, China still has broad travel bans in place against most foreigners. I left at the end of January 2020. I have been away from my job for over a year now. Despite the incredible speed at which the world has formulated vaccines, the virus remains out of control in much of the West. It seems unlikely that my entry visa to China will be approved any time soon.

The uncomfortable truth for many onlookers, including myself, is that COVID-19 has been an unequivocal public relations triumph for China. It is one of a handful of countries that actually grew its economy in 2020 - despite locking down the entire country for months. For most Western democracies, on the other hand, COVID-19 has been a disaster. The political bargain that the Chinese Communist Party puts to the Chinese people translates roughly to this: Sacrificing some individual freedoms results in greater overall social stability and prosperity. It is difficult to look at the bungled and erratic strategies deployed by wealthy and well-resourced countries like the U.K. and the U.S.A. and argue that China’s framing of this bargain is an unpersuasive one.
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Off the Beaten Path: Tri-State Equine Blazes Trail

4/27/2021

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In the past, I would not preview an exploratory outing for Off The Beaten Track. This month, however, I cheated. I started to lustfully look forward to doing something actually out of the house and fun. Breaking my own rules, I escaped the here and now and delved into the world of equine therapy. In the doldrums of cold and grey February days, watching children and adults on the autism spectrum interact with horses was not to be postponed. Through its videos and Facebook posts, Tri-State Therapeutic Riding Center had me hooked. Tri-State offers that hope and belief.

My exposure to horses has been embarrassingly limited: I have watched my daughter comb through the shimmery lavender purple and violet nylon mane of her Little Pony toy, Twilight Sparkle, but that’s about the extent of it. Never did I take the time to consider how horses enrich peoples’ lives. Ashley Pujol, the director of Tri-State, shared her experiences and the work of the Center with vibrancy and passion.

Tri-State works primarily to transform the lives of those with physical, emotional and/or mental health needs, but does work with all abilities. This might include people on the autism spectrum, with Down syndrome, cerebral palsy, anxiety, depression and ADHD.

As a transition to delving into how Tri-State operates locally, I offer some significant findings about equine therapy.

Horses offer a physical connection (riding, brushing, patting) for those with autism who often have difficulty communicating feelings and making eye contact.

Horses can foster language skills because they allow the rider to be in charge and give directions without any threat of judgment.

Horses foster healthier bodies: muscular strength, balance, co-ordination. For example, riders with multiple sclerosis find that sitting on the horse can stretch hip joints and reduce pain and spasticity in leg muscles. Furthermore, the movement of the rider’s hips can increase limberness and muscle tone in the legs.

Horses mirror people and react authentically to emotional states. For example, if a person seems tense, a horse might pin back its ears and bare its teeth. Horses are non-judgmental and will accept anyone for who they are. If someone approaches and has a genuine sense of security/calmness, the horse will remain calm and express its interest in the person, maybe lightly nudging them to engage or licking their hand. 

Horses don’t rely on vocalization because they are prey animals; sound would betray their location. Instead, they rely upon a sophisticated silent method of communication.

Horses provide emotional comfort and opportunities for growth and responsibilities, not only from riding but also from their basic needs for grooming and care. Horsemanship extends far beyond a mere rental for a recreational ride.

Tri-State, with its knowledge of equine therapy, takes this science and turns it into a positive, proactive learning and joyful experience for those ages 3-70. Ashley is infectiously passionate about her field. Having grown up as an army brat, she lived in over 10 places during childhood; her horse, Sandy, a dark gold Palomino, was the one friend she knew would always be with her. Sandy offered constancy and loyalty. When feeling left out of the crowd, figuring out who she was or adjusting to a new residency, Ashley always had Sandy. Significantly, when Ashley spoke about her own history, she expressed an uncanny wisdom about how horses could reach people of all ages. Clearly not a young enthusiast with the potential to burn out, Ashley is a lifer. If you are seeking advice from an empathetic professional with extensive experience, she is the one. 

Initially, touring TriState felt akin to visiting a preschool. Photos of each horse line the wall. These horses, cleverly coined, “Reinbow” Riders, have an assigned color to allow riders to practice their colors. Lottie is red, Prim is teal, Farley is orange, LB is white, Chappy is pink, Buddy is green and Poppy is purple. In the grooming area, buckets with matching combs allow for color matching. While to an untrained observer these small choices might seem coincidental, each connects to a larger learning plan. And also, the colors add fun!
Beyond the entry, the indoor arena offers various “toys” that reinforce motor skills, comprehension and coordination. Pool noodles, barrels, basketball hoops, a fishing pole and ring toss offer all sorts of challenges. The toys and games seem reflective of a small, involved imaginative staff. 

With the weather cold, dank and in the low thirties, Ashley did not take me on a tour of the sensory trails, which include obstacles meant to engage the senses. For example, one trail emphasizes sound with large wind chimes and a wooden bridge to highlight the horses clip clops. There is a colorful pool-noodle forest that resembles a car wash so riders can see colors and feel the texture as they ride through. Visitors can see these trails, as well as two other larger indoor arenas that are used for horse shows, rodeos, dog shows, monster truck shows and other community events.

The staff all seems to have a genuine commitment and belief in promoting positive outcomes. Staff member Caroline Duncan explained, “People come in and they can’t walk or they are not looked at like a normal person ...[but here] they can be anyone they want to be.”

Talking of one breakthrough experience, Ashley’s eyes started to well up with tears. She was riding on a horse supporting a young girl with severe disabilities who lacked the strength and coordination to sit on her own. Ashley hugged this little girl, and the girl squeezed her hand, which was the most communication she had made in months. Ashley went on to recount how a low functioning male in his ’30s blurted out a horse’s name; it was the only time he had ever spoken. 

While these experiences have been game changers, every small task/activity at Tri-State is directed toward growth. In grooming, learners need to differentiate between bristle sizes and textures. They must practice making various shapes and stroking at various angles. Some brushes need to be moved in a circular motion, while others require horizontal strokes, and others need to be bushed softly up and down. Furthermore, each brush is suited to a specific part of the horse.  

To an outsider, the amount of thought put into a successful therapy program boggles the mind. Incontestable, Tri-State has many followers impressed by its transformative work. In addition to the staff, a strong core of volunteers helps with the care of the horses and lessons and work on grants. Volunteers are accepted whether experienced or not. Training is available and can range from cleaning stalls to handling horses.

Donors provide horses, sponsor riders, pass along saddles and give generously. It is through this support that Tri -State is able to offer a low- to no- cost program that can involve optional payments and scholarships.

Currently, it would be an understatement to say we are at a time when much seems discouraging. Thanks to Tri-State, I have a reason to smile. A visit lifts the spirits and stretches the imagination. Never again, when I see a tiny plastic Little Pony, will I think a horse’s engaging quality is limited to a young child’s toy. For a feel-great experience, visit Tri-State. See the magic.
by Robin Howe

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