New Century Hotel Ningbo
Travel Blogs from Ningbo
... the room transforms into something livable, little relics of the past few days where unearthed. I even remove the 2 long dead Lilly that is propped into the old ceramic bottle of rice wine. Heaps of pollen fall of the wizen calyxes and onto my hands. A squirt of pledge and a wipe, smudge the orca pollen into the melamine surface. Dust devils waltz around the room and launch into the air with every sweep of the broom. The sheet we sleep ...
... of Shanghai. The initial information I got from my agent was that it was a new school and very few children. It is located in a town across the river from Shanghai with loads of mountains around for hiking. Fruit and veg are grown all around the area and it's a marvelous spot to go strawberry picking with the little tykes. It's close to the beach and great for a day trip. Excuse me as I cough "********" into my bunched up fist. The only mountain I saw was a manmade Rock in ...
... due to tax purposes and than changed to RMB as its a Chinese based company.
Finally I had a meeting with Mr Shen, the company partner in charge of the Hanzhou office to discuss my further relationship with the company and strategies for approaching Dutch clients.
I finished off the week by a trip to Shanghai right before my departure back home.
This week me and my supervisors met up with one of her acquaintances Mrs Doris Fulton. Who is a marketing teacher from the Canadian Humber university and now teaching in Ningbo University. Mrs Fulton used to be the marketing manager for Honeywell Canada, and we discussed several things with her:
She gave pointers on how to approach potential new clients, she gave her views on both websites and logos I made. Which was difficult criticism to hear, ...
... ever. I taught them numbers
and colors and between learning “wed” and “wellow” they proceeded to beat up on
the little boy, yet for some reason he found this to be very funny and would
laught hysterically whenver they hit him.
After my tutoring session, one of the girls gave me a picture and
another one hugged me and told me she loved me.
So, I guess at the end of the day you win some and you lose some. But mostly, you ...