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Hong Kong 香港

星期三, 五月 31, 2006


on top of Victoria Peak

Between Thursday night and Monday afternoon: we ate chinese, mexican, american, and italian, food, used an efficient subway and bus system, and experienced english everything - signs, television, newspapers, not to mention watching X-Men.

We could have been back in North America, if everything wasn't also in Cantonese: we were in Hong Kong for the weekend. We left on my birthday, so being able to say that I had break in Beijing and dinner in Hong Kong was not a shabby way to celebrate my 24th.

The weather was lousy (muggy, humid, and constant drizzle) but it was gorgeous being back in a city where everything is efficient, modern, grammatically-correct, and where one can maintain a semblance of personal space amongst crowds of people.




Tiantan Buddha and other statues on Lantau Island

I went back primarily to apply for the new smartcard version of my HK Identity Card, but with Craig and Chris tagging along, I got a chance to play tourist in the city where I grew up - even experiencing things I've never done as a child, like the big Buddha on Lantau Island, going up Victoria Peak at night, seeing the new skyline light show that was introduced as a post-SARS gimmick to reattract tourists to Hong Kong, oh and using the Octopus card (a stored-value swipe card) to purchase everything from transportation to food from 7-11 and McDonald's. Didn't get a chance to visit the new Disneyland though.


The Star Ferry docks on Kowloon side


Statue Square

Things have changed since I lived there (has it been that long?) 10 years ago - new buildings and malls have popped up, old shops have been knocked down or renovated, and I needed a map to get around some places. But it was lovely being back and experiencing all the things I love about HK: the gentle rocking of the Star Ferry, the neon lights of Nathan Road, double-decker buses, the ultra-modern and efficient subway system, being surrounded by Cantonese again, and especially seeing the Hong Kong skyline.

Oh and of course, shopping; I finally bought my very first suit (I'm not sure how I worked for over one year in Washington DC without one either).


a street in Causeway Bay


Palm trees outside the Cultural Center


one of my favourite views in the entire world

After a weekend in one of the most modern cities in the world, all three of us are actually feeling vaguely culture-shocked to be back in dusty, musty, polluted Beijing.

More photos of Hong Kong can be found here

Watching <达芬奇密码>

星期三, 五月 24, 2006

You know you're watching The Da Vinci Code in China when everyone's laughing at the scene where the bank owner passes off his real Rolex as a fake by trying to sell it to the captain of the French police:

"I got it for 40 francs, I sell it to you for 35! No? Then 30! How about 30?"

Change francs into kuai and I might as well be overhearing a conversation at the local clothing market.

ps. Going to Hong Kong tomorrow!

Ain't no mountain high enough

星期四, 五月 18, 2006


View of our destination: Taishan

"Pain fades but bragging rights last forever"

It's been a week since we returned from our trip to climb Taishan and the muscle pain in my legs has finally subsided enough that I can look at photos of the mountain without cringing.

The train trip from Beijing to Tai'an was uneventful - it was when we arrived that event #1 occurred. A quirk of the Chinese railway system, that one can't buy roundtrip train tickets, quickly became a big annoyance when we discovered that all return tickets for the day we want to leave were sold out.

We were told that there was space on trains departing from Jinan, a city about 1-2 hours away from Tai'an. It's a larger transportation hub and which has more trains running to Beijing. Okay, but how do we get from Tai'an to Jinan? Our cheapest options were train or bus, but after asking a friendly driver how much a cab ride would cost, we decided it was worth the 180 kuai (about $22 USD) to be able to leave in the evening at our convenience instead of working around a train or bus schedule.

With that matter settled, we were off to 曲阜 Qufu, home of the man oft quoted in fortune cookies - Confucius. We get to the bus station, hop on a bus (thankfully without any misleading minibus shit like we had in Xi'an) and arrive in Qufu one hour later.

Qufu is one teensy city. Does a population of 88,000 even count as a city? We easily walked around the entire place using less time and energy than it takes to cover a single district in Beijing. It was lovely and even a bit quaint to be in a small town again.


At Confucius Temple


Confucius' Tombstone

We head to the town center to check out the Confucius Temple. It takes us 20 minutes to figure out where the ticket booth is and to avoid people pestering us to hire them as a tour guide (for only 20 kuai! 20 kuai!). We find out they don't have student discounts available - bizaare when nearly every major tourist attraction we've been to so far has a sweet 50% student discount. We grudgingly fork over the 52 kuai and enter the Temple grounds, which were nice in an overgrown sort of way, but buildings were shabby and run-down - worn off and graying paint, with splintering wood in some areas. It was slightly alarming to realize that this is what the Forbidden City or Temple of Heaven would look if they weren't constantly preserved and restored. After quick stop for lunch, we were off to see the Confucius Forest - the largest artificial forest in China (apparently every tree was planted by one of Confucius' students). It's also a cemetary for Confucius' descendants, and of course, for Confucius himself. We wandered around, avoided Chinese tourist groups, watched a lady sell flowers by Confucius' tomb, and got told off for trying to get closer to some tombstones, before returning to the hotel for an early night's sleep (after watching an episode of 梦想中国 aka Chinese version of American Idol).

Sign that Qufu is mostly a domestic tourist destination? The number of visibly-foreign (ie. not counting me or Chris) people we saw today: 2. This number already includes Craig.


At an earlier, happier, point of the climb up Taishan

We start the climb up Mount Taishan bright and early next morning. The gloomy weather was replaced by beautiful blue skies and warm sunshine which made the first few hours a very pleasant hike. There were loads of people on the path, again mostly domestic tourists which meant there were quite a few people who would see Craig then shout "Hello!" In fact, a group of 3 students even asked if they could have a photo taken with Craig (he kindly obliged). Chris and I overhead people wondering if we were his translators.


these are the steps we were dealing with

By the second half of the hike however, the steps got significantly steeper and narrower. It got to the point where stop every few minutes because of painful lactic acid buildup in our calf muscles. We were exhausted by the time we reached the summit but oddly renergized by the view at the top. The summit was much larger than expected and we took some time to explore the trails around the area.


At the summit! The ribbon reads: climb Mount Taishan, bring peace to your family


checking out the view

Now's the time to admit that we could have taken a cable-car and a bus back to the base of the mountain (hell, we could have taken those UP), but because we stubbornly set out to climb the mountain, by god that's what we're going to do. Even if it kills us. And it very nearly did.

If climbing up steep narrow steps were hard, it didn't occur to how difficult it would be to balance on each little ledge using legs that were wobbly with exhaustion. My knees were sore and aching (Heather, I have so much more sympathy for your knee troubles!) and I actually burst into tears at one point because a piercing cramp started in the middle of my left foot. Even after Craig mercifully rubbed the cramp out, we still had half a mountain to go down. We actually had to hurry down the final section because we had to catch our ride to the Jinan train station.


Chris demonstrates how we all felt by the end of the day

We arrived at the hotel just in time to catch our car... but we couldn't relax just yet. We'd allocated 1.5 hours for the entire trip to the Jinan train station. Our cabbie said it normally takes 1.5 hours just on the highway to get from Tai'an to Jinan so, in his words, "I might have to speed a bit". By speed a bit, I mean he had his foot on the accelerator and thumb on the horn from the minute he pulled out the hotel parking lot to the time he arrived at the train station. I should also mention at this time that the highway was completely unlit, and we were surrounded by masses of manic lorry drivers. Overtake using the lane with oncoming traffic? No problem. Use the shoulder as an extra lane? Sure thing. He did such a brilliant job driving that we only spent 45 minutes on the highway and actually arrived 15 minutes early at the train station.

Thank god our bunk this time didn't have any foul smelling people or loud snorers (except for Chris). Nothing like a 10 hour hike up and down a hill to induce a great sleep, even it if it is on a train. Photos of the expedition are here.

Bring out the feather dusters

星期二, 五月 16, 2006

Spring has come and gone in a blink of an eye and summer has arrived with temperatures soaring into the low 30s (Celcius obviously, not Farenheit).

Air-conditioning isn't a dire necessity just yet - open windows keep the apartment sufficiently cool. But as much as I love the summer breeze wafting through my room, this being Beijing, the breeze also carries in huge amounts of dust. Every surface, tables, floors, stacks of books, is coated with a barely visible layer of fine fine sand.

Even my touchpad and keyboard feel gritty under my fingers.

Weekend Trip

星期三, 五月 10, 2006

Off to check out Confucius' home and climb up (and down) 7,200 steps - that's a round trip of 14,400 steps.

Oh the things I do for fun. Be back on Sunday.

Bell and Drum Towers and How Chris Got Into A Fight

星期日, 五月 07, 2006


calm before the storm: the vendor cuts candy

Apparently quite a few cities in China have their own Bell and Drum Towers, so after seeing the ones in Xi'an, we couldn't disregard the ones in our own backyard now could we?

So the bell was a little larger (okay, a lot larger) and there was a nice little drum performance, but frankly, neither the bell nor drum tower in Beijing could compare to the ones in Xi'an. Both towers were a bit too run down, dingy, and touristy (are two souvenir stands in the drum tower really necessary?) for my taste.

The views however, were great. Some of the best-kept hutongs in Beijing are in this area and it was something to see the hutong 四合院 siheyuan roofs fit together like a pieces of a puzzle.

Since we were right by Houhai (an entertainment district built around the shores of two lakes - Houhai and Qianhai) we spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the area. At this point, we come across a cart selling a kind of Xinjiang candy which consists of a huge slab of a nuts and dried fruit confection. You tell the vendor how much you want and he carves off a piece and sells it according to weight.

Chris has been meaning to try this stuff for ages (it's sold everywhere in Beijing) so he requests a slice. The guy then weighs the piece and tells Chris that it costs 48 kuai. We estimated the price would be well under 10 kuai. Granted the slice is larger and heavier than expected but 48 kuai is ridiculous - you could get an entire pizza for about 30 kuai.

So Chris tries to bargain down the price. The vendor refuses, pushes the slice towards Chris, and again demands 48 kuai. Chris asks if the slice could be reduced. Again, no. Chris refuses to purchase the candy and begins to walk away.

At this point the vendor becomes belligerent and starts following Chris while loudly demanding money. Several other candy vendors (presumably friends of vendor #1) also gets involved. At one point, Craig literally steps in to block Chris when vendor #1 started to push and grab at Chris. Add yelling in mandarin which escalates to the point where Chris shouts for someone to call the police. Which is when the vendors finally gave up and left Chris alone.

Needless to say, we attracted a lot bystanders. And where was I during this kerfuffle? Standing on the side praying that punches won't be thrown while trying to look inconspicuous. Which is difficult when wearing a bright pink t-shirt (the looking inconspicuous part not the praying).

Anyway, we scooted as fast as we could away from that vendor and resumed wandering around the area looking for a place to have dinner. We end up at Hutong Pizza, the coolest little restaurant tucked away in (as the name suggests) a hutong, where we soothe our shattered nerves by consuming thin-crust pizza.

The things I know from a British education

星期六, 五月 06, 2006

Craig, after watching V for Vendetta: How come we [meaning Americans] don't celebrate the Fifth of November?
Me: You're not British.
Craig: We can celebrate how someone almost blew up Parliament!
Me: Uh, Guy Fawkes Day celebrates how someone failed to blow up Parliament!
Craig: Oh.

Temple of Heaven 天坛公园

星期五, 五月 05, 2006


In front of the Hall of Annual Prayer

We visited the newly restored Temple of Heaven - it was re-opened to the public just this week. In fact, the restoration was so recent that we could smell residual paint fumes as soon as we walked into the courtyard of the Hall of Annual Prayer.

Photos here

The Forbidden City 故宫

星期二, 五月 02, 2006


At the gates of the Forbidden City

Notes about the Forbidden City
- there are lots and lots of tourists...
- ... but crowds don't seem so bad inside massive courtyards
- the biggest most impressive hall, the Hall of Supreme Harmony, is completely closed for restoration.
- in lieu of the actual building, the structure is covered with a giant tarp printed with a massive picture of the hall. I kid you not.
- the English audioguide costs twice as much as the Chinese audioguide
- the infamous Forbidden City Starbucks really is smack in the middle of the complex. It is quite crowded.
- the frappuccino tastes just like back home. But prices are cheaper. Ah, globalization.
- If you look foreign (ie. white), a "chinese arts student" will come up to you and make a tourist kitsch sales pitch.
- wear comfy shoes. This place is BIG.
- after a while, all the buildings look the same.
- photos are here

Tiananmen Square 天安门广场 and Lama Temple 雍和宫

星期一, 五月 01, 2006


Waiting for the flag to be raised, early morning in Tiananmen Square

The flag of the People's Republic of China proudly flutters atop a flagpole in the middle of Beijing's city center, 天安门广场 Tian'anmen Square. Everyday at sunrise, the flag is raised with much pomp and circumstance. Traffic is completely stopped around the area, the army is marched in to secure the square (and presumably to squash any riff-raff), and the flag is hoisted to the sound of a military band playing the Chinese national anthem. The entire rigamore is repeated again at sunset.

Since we heard that this quite a sight, we decided to attend the flag raising this morning. Which was a great idea until the alarm clock rang at 3:40am - the painfully early time we needed to wake up in order to get to Tian'anmen Square in time for the 5:15am sunrise. We knew the ceremony was popular, even more so today since it was May Day, but we were surprised by the throngs of people gathering in the square. I also didn't expect to see so many army and police personnel, but when there are over 40,000 people in the attendance, you probably want plenty of crowd control in the area.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation(and in my case, coffee jitters) which only grew over the 40 minutes it took for the sky to change from black-indigo to pale blue. Cheers and camera flashes broke out as the first strains of China's national anthem rang across the square and the flag slowly ascended the flagpole.

An aside: I really like the chinese national anthem. It's short, catchy, and inspirational. Everything a national anthem should be....

Chris, commenting after the ceremony: "Wow, I feel really patriotic"
Me: "Uh Chris, you're American"

Anyway when the flag reached half-mast, all this excitement was suddenly punctuated with Craig shouting "哎!小偷儿!" Since he a) is the only white guy in the area and b) basically shouted "Hey! Thief!", Chris, myself, and about 40 other people in the immediate area turned to see Craig crouching on the ground with his wallet tossed about a foot away.

Turns out that as Craig was taking photos, he felt a hand reach into his pocket and pull his wallet out! He reached down and grabbed the wrist of the thief, a middle aged man, who realizing he was caught, quickly slid the wallet away before picking it back up and returning it to Craig. The kicker is that the guy did this while chuckling and loudly proclaiming "Oh, haha! He scared me by shouting so loudly! He said someone stole his wallet!" Bet he was surprised that the foreigner knew Chinese. Rumour is that theft in Tian'anmen Square incurs the death penalty so no wonder the pickpocket was quick to absolve himself of responsibility.

The flag was flying and the ceremony was over by 5:30am. We hung around to see the army march out of the square in formation before hailing a cab home and going back to bed.


Inside the grounds of Lama Temple

Eight hours later, we were oot and aboot again, this time heading for 雍和宫 Yong He Gong aka Lama Temple, one of the largest Tibetan Buddhist monasteries in the world outside Tibet. It was very peaceful and relaxing to wander around the grounds, breathe in the scent of incense, and watch people pray in front of various statues of Buddha, the most impressive being a huge 26 meter high statue carved entirely out of a single tree. We were shooed out at closing time and wandered around 胡同 hutongs in the surrounding in the early evening before dragging our very tired feet back home.

Tian'anmen photos are here and Lama Temple ones are here.