Today was the big day. I convinced my teacher to take me to the place where licenses are obtained, although neither one of us were certain of its exact location. As she drove along, I mentioned that in America people can take drivers education at the age of 15 and so I had been driving for 14 years. Then I asked her how long she had been driving. She looked pensive for a moment and then said, "Well, I bought my car in March, and got my license after that." "March of THIS year??" I said, probably a little too incredulously, and she said yes. She is over 40.
"Now, let me think... ah yes, I'm sure that the drivers license place is in this direction," she said as she turned onto the elevated highway--not exactly the directions that had been given to me by a friend who had been earlier. She said she wasn't sure of the exact location because she wasn't driving when she went to take her test (did I mention that was in March of this year?!). When she exited the highway, she again seemed to be guessing at which way to go, but a minute later we were turning into the largest drivers license facility I've ever seen. Proud of myself for being smart enough to bring a local along with me, I was sure it would be smooth sailing from there.
When we got into the building, there was a reception table with two ladies sitting at it. They were surrounded with people asking questions about licenses (and I mean literally on all sides--folks were even around the other side of the table tapping them on the shoulder while they were trying to answer the ones in front of them). My teacher squeezed through the crowd like a pro and asked one of the ladies what we needed to do. "I need to see his passport," said the lady. I quickly produced the passport. She looked at it, probably not understanding very much of it. I gathered that as she handed it back and said "What country is he from?" For those of you who are passport holders, you'll know that "United States of America" is printed on the front of our passports. Step one: check.
Then she asked to see my American license. She looked at it, still with the blank stare, and handed it back. Step two: check.
Then she said I would need to have a health exam. On inspection of the very thorough (everything from AIDS test to ultrasound--I am not kidding
"Oh, and we need his ...mingzheng." I'd been understanding everything that the lady was saying up to this point, although the lady was directing all comments to my teacher. "Huh?" was all I could manage. "Do you have your ...mingzheng?" my teacher asked. Turns out that my ...mingzheng was a piece of paper verifying that I had registered to live in my apartment from the police station. I had brought a big plastic folder full of all kinds of documents, but I was pretty sure that the ...mingzheng wasn't among them.
"Well, he can still take the health exam, but we must have the ...mingzheng," the lady said to my teacher. So off we went to the next building for the health exam. The exam turned out to consist of two men sitting at a desk. One man entered my license info into a computer and asked me if I could see an object on one of those pieces of paper with a lot of colors and shapes on it. I told him it was a panda, and with that I passed the health exam.
After that, we went back to the lady and asked if a nearby police station might be able to provide me with a copy of the document I needed (the one I registered at was 40 minutes away). "Maybe," she answered in a noncommital tone. "Where can we find a police station?"-teacher-"Go ask the guard,"-lady.
At this point, I could type a lot more about the six people who each gave us incorrect directions and the three people in the police station whom it took to direct us to the lady who in the end could not help but I'll wrap this up.
After being rejected at the police station, I asked if we could go back to the drivers license place and see if they would just let me take the test today and bring the paper back later to get my license. I could have come back on my own later except 1. I needed my teacher to help translate the test (all in characters) and 2. Foreigners are only allowed to take the test on Wednesday and Thursday.
When we got inside and my teacher fought her way to the desk and asked about the test, the lady looked at her like she was crazy. "NO! the ...mingzheng is the most important document. If we don't have that, we can't do anything. All the other documents are not important. We could do it without them. But we cannot do anything without the ...mingzheng." As we walked out, I asked my teacher if she really thought that I had brought my ...mingzheng and forgotten my passport and US license if they would have given me a license. "No, then your passport and US license would have been the most important documents!" she said. At least she was keeping her sense of humor :)
And that was that. I felt so bad for my teacher, who had taken the time to drive me to this place on the outskirts of town in her own car. I offered to buy her gas numerous times on the way home, but of course she adamantly refused to accept any money. As I got out of the car over two hours from the time we started the adventure, she waved goodbye and said "We'll try again next week!"
Well, that's the story of the afternoon. Hope you enjoyed it. Everything else here going great. Hope all is well wherever you are!
Brian










