My wife arrived last weekend and left yesterday. It was like Christmas as a little boy! I sent my list to Santa of the things I wanted and, lo and behold, Santa arrived with a bunch of stuff that I have had trouble finding in my neighborhood. I got Cheerios…
…Rice Chex.
Santa brought me Visine, assorted safety pins, wide rubber bands, and cough syrup,…
…as well as shoelaces for my tennis shoes and a butter dish. You will remember that butter is not common here, and thus butter dishes are not fast moving items in the stores.
Here’s a picture of a zipper handle (?) that came off one of the garments I purchased here.
But, just in time, Doug & Patty S. sent, but way of my Christmas stocking, this zipper fixing kit!
One of the things I miss here in China is pesto. For some reason, I can’t find neither fresh basil nor prepared pesto, so I was quite excited to receive these two little basil seed kits.
We did a little tourist stuff, like visiting the Great Wall at Mutianyu. On the way there, at a toll booth, we found ourselves behind a very special truck.
It was a long, hard hike up to the wall itself…or an easy ski lift.
To get to the ski lift entrance we had to go down a few steps. As we did so, we saw a slight shadow suggesting something was on the step in front of us.
Turned out to be a new hybrid between a dog and a chameleon.
This part of the Wall, as most of it, goes along the ridges of moderately steep hills, and thus the steps of the wall itself are steep. Periodically there are guard houses (gates).
Next to this guard house was the usual double trash can, but I had difficulty determining which side was for recyclable stuff.
We hiked down past this guard house, and at the bottom we looked up at this long, steep climb up to the next gate, but I wisely (unusual for me) decided not to make the steep hike up to the next gate.
Coming up the ski lift we saw that the quickest way off the mountain was this metal toboggan chute,…
…which we decided to take.
Don’t you just love this sign telling us which way to go to exit the toboggan run?
That evening we were taken to dinner by some friends (as we were each night last week). I won’t bother you with all the wonderful dishes we had, but here was a tasty dish of shrimp and peanuts. You had to pick carefully around the various kinds of peppers.
The next day we walked a lot, going through the Forbidden City. It was here that we encountered our first rudeness, with people literally pushing and shoving to get a photo of the insides of the rooms. The chained-off portals were crowded, and I had to overcome my natural shyness and push a little myself.
This was my third visit to the Forbidden City and I hope it will be my last. I don’t enjoy the crowds, and I don’t know enough Chinese history to appreciate the brief glimpses, under duress, of the thrones and bowls inside the buildings.
I enjoy looking at the occasional trees. Here are a couple cypress trees intertwining and thus reminding me of the old folk song “Barbara Allen.”
This particular intertwining evidently got a little out of hand.
To tour the Forbidden City you enter at the south gate and walk north. Everyone must exit at the north gate. Just inside the south gate, in this large courtyard, we heard a commotion and saw these policemen yelling at a woman (in her 30s, I think). We stopped to see what was going on but we were immediately instructed, politely, to move on, so we did. I opted against whipping out my camera. A large van was summoned, arrived, and they forced her into the front seat. Her husband (?) tried to get in with her, but they prevented that.
Because we had to exit through the north gate, we had to make our way back to the area of the south gate to get to Tiananmen Square. It’s a long hike, and my feet were already hurting. But it was an adventure.
Heading down the little side street on the east side of the City, we saw a store front or home entrance with an unusual sense of symmetry.
At this point, the driver of a small cart driving by stopped and asked if we wanted a ride. I asked how much to Tiananmen Square, and he said 20 (RMB). I knew it was just a couple blocks, so I said no, I’d pay him 10, to which he countered 15. But I was in no mood to pay 15 RMB for a 2-block ride in a dumpy cart.
As we walked on, we saw an accordion store. Normally I’d have loved to go in but all I wanted to do was sit down somewhere and eat (which, of course, is what I feel like most of every day).
It was about this time another guy on a bicycle cart with an open passenger seat stopped and asked if we wanted a ride to Tiananmen Square. I asked how much and he held up 3 fingers. I thought 3 RMB was a good deal, so we both squeezed into the back seat. We went about 20 yards, then he turned left into the Hutong neighborhood. I pointed out that Tiananmen Square was straight ahead, not to the left. He mumbled something.
Then another of his friends came along side and we split up, one of us in each of the carts.
My driver was struggling while the other driver zipped on ahead.
As my driver struggled, twice he pointed out a couple houses and said “very old.” The finally came to a stop, still in the old neighborhood but closer to Tiananmen Square. I pulled out 3 RMB, upon which my driver said, “No, 300 RMB!” I laughed. He pulled out a card that showed the bike tour through the Hutong costs 300 RMB. We yelled at each other. My wife was worried, but I certainly wasn’t going to give this guy 300 RMB. I pulled out two 10 RMB notes and gave them to him; I figured this was a fair fee. Amidst mutual recriminations, we walked away, them glaring at me and I, in false bravado, laughing.
We stood in the middle of Tiananmen Square, turned 360 degrees, and agreed we’d seen enough.
We hopped on the subway with the intention of heading toward an art and antiques street called Liulichang. On the way there we kept our eyes open for a place to have to have lunch. We saw a large restaurant that boasted of its dumplings. We went in.
The menu was extensive, with lots of different dumplings and many other non-dumpling items.
After lunch (dumplings, other stuff, and 2 beers), set off on foot looking for Liulichang. We knew we were in the right area when we saw this sign.
We went inside a few jade and other stores, but quickly found the good pieces were too expensive and the cheap pieces were, well, cheap. This place evidently got the letter “I” mixed up with “j.”
The next day we went looking for a place called The Bookworm, an English language bookstore in the international area of Beijing called Sanlitun. On the way there, in the distance we saw a sky scraper under construction, and to my untrained eye, the outside column looked like it was at an angle (not vertical) at the lower part.
Surprisingly, it looked out of alignment up close, too. I won’t be going into this building when it’s done.
We walked a quarter mile down the correct street before we admitted that we must have passed it. I really wanted to find this place because I thought it was my best chance to get an English language map of Beijing.
We came all the way back almost to the main intersection when we saw it. We went in, had a latte and cappuccino for $9 and browsed through the books. Most of the place is a lending library, at a rate of 200 RMB for 6 months.
Time for lunch! My noise of my grumbling stomach drowned out that little voice reminding me to look for the map. We left The Bookworm and walked across the street to the fancy section and up to Luga’s a restaurant that serves both Italian and Mexican food. (We thought it was time for a break.)
Back in my home neighborhood we stopped in at my favorite plant place and bought another Freesia…
…and a yellow Ranunculus.
Again we were the guests of friends at a nice restaurant. Everyone now knows I love mushrooms, so they always order some. These were particularly tasty.
We also had sticks of Chinese radish with a berry sauce dribbled on it…
…and a delicious fish in a slightly spicy sauce with lots of cool vegetables.
When they said this dish was frog, I didn’t flinch.
I took a piece with my chopsticks, threw it into my mouth, and bit down, expecting it to taste like a piece of chicken. I forgot about the bones. At the end of the meal my wife and I had good sized piles of frog bones with a little gristle and even less meat on them while our two Chinese hosts had very small piles of frog bones as clean as if they had been sitting in acid for a week.
On her penultimate day we treated ourselves to a foot massage. Wonderful!
On the way to the airport there was a slight mishap, which I will recount in a future post.
Happy Easter, everyone.
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