I'm Katie Lewis, a writer who has been based in a number of countries around the world, including Canada, Uganda and China. Currently, I live and write in Vancouver, B.C.

China
Pollution in China, incredible photos

Pollution in China, incredible photos

Pollution was something that I thought about far more in China than I do here in Canada. A lot of that was on a simple day-to-day level – when I hacked up suspicious black things and suffered from constant eye infections. Or checking the pollution ratings each day and seeing the reports of a “blue...
Journalism challenges in China

Journalism challenges in China

In many ways, the media here is still very young and developing in China, as compared to North America. Some of my work here involves editing stories written by Chinese reporters who, I must say, have slightly different “rules” to play by than the ones that were drilled into my head at journalism school. First...
The importance of the oh-so fabulous poncho

The importance of the oh-so fabulous poncho

As I hopped on my bike yesterday to head towards home, I couldn’t understand why everyone was riding in such an insane fashion. Now, riding a bike here in the beginning was a harrowing, white knuckle experience. I’m trying to come up with an analogy, so let’s say, picture the entire city of Montreal on...
One very odd note stuck on my door

One very odd note stuck on my door

The other day I arrived home and found this note on my front door. In fact, I found three identical notes on all the doors surrounding my apartment. My roomate and I are the only foreigners in the building and it seems there is a need for our services. We laughed pretty hard. They big...

Cheese heaven

As much as I enjoy the food here there are things I miss. Cheese. Oh cheeeeese. I love you so. My cheese experience in Uganda was rather lacking. My cheese experience in China has been slightly better. There is a large selection here of cheese if you go to the fancy import stores, but you...

Dogs in China want to eat me

Snap. Snap. Growl. Snap. Unfortunately these are sounds I hear often in my life in Beijing. Why, you ask? Well, apparently every dog in my apartment complex has a desire to chow down on my pasty ankle. That’s right. The dogs here hate my guts. If you know me, you’ll know I am a dog...

Round and round the courtyard he goes

Every day when I come home, there is a small group of elderly women and men waiting for me outside perched on a strange assortment of chairs that have been rescued from the trash bin. In actuality, they’re not waiting for me, per se, but they are hanging out, drinking tea and occasionally playing checkers...

Traffic man does the “cha cha”

I wish all the traffic men in Beijing were this awesome. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGdSWydfC3U]

A baozi (steamed bun) song

I  just got back from the diminutive (cough cough) city of Tianjin, which has about 11 million residents. I liked it – a lot more than people told me I would. I thought although people were a bit more shocked by me, they reacted in a funnier way (more amusement than suspicion) and I took...

Internet censors get busy

The Internet censors here are going mad these days. It comes in waves – what is blocked and what isn’t. I pay for a program that gives me a U.S. ip address which lets me see all the “counter revolutionary” sites. I can also see what sites are being blocked. And let me tell you,...

I’m scared of blonde people too

I’m finally at this brilliant point where I’m starting to understand what people say to me. It’s a fabulous feeling, even if I can’t say much back at the moment besides a whole host of random words and phrases (such as “sir, can I have 10 dumplings?” which is very useful I’ll have you know)....

On Chinese food. And rats. For dinner.

This photo makes me want to cry. One of the things I most looked forward to, when coming here, was the food. HOT DAMN there is some amazing food here. Honestly, I would say my failure rate of food (which, I think in North America is at least 50 per cent) is about 10 per...