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Every day since the day I arrived in
Every day since the day I arrived in
This morning both Carl and I woke up before
I am very thankful to have a bike again, it is truly a necessity here. We need to cover literally miles to take care of all of the things we need to do, and it is tiresome to walk and expensive (relatively) to take cabs.
We had lunch at my favorite authentic Chinese restaurant, and the stomachache I had from the greasy breakfast went away and was quickly replaced with a stomachache from overeating. Having spent enough time in the heat, we returned to the room to relax in the air conditioning and watch a movie.
In the afternoon, it rained a spectacular thunderstorm, just like yesterday, and continued a soft rain with random flashes of lightning into the evening.
When I passed out again at
Full again, we went for massages. 90-minute, full-body massages. Bliss. Our umbrellas were stolen out of our bicycle baskets when we came out, but I wasn’t even mad.
At
After a quick breather, we set off to complete a few more errands, as it was still only
Buying cell phones and bikes was relatively uneventful; just the usual little bargaining game that you have to play for almost everything here. Sometimes it can be fun, but after some time it becomes tiresome, and especially difficult to put up with after you’ve been on your feet all day. Good thing everything is dirt cheap anyway.
Now that it’s
So I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue my blog from my last time in
The journey went like this: Woke up at
After going through immigration and getting our luggage, Carl and I walked through the corral at the exit, where hundreds of Chinese drivers stand with signs for the people they are to pick up. Outside the airport, the heat and humidity is suffocating. Immediately a Chinese man spotted us and asked “Taxi? Follow me.” As we started off behind him, I thought for a moment perhaps we should negotiate a price first, but Carl (it’s all his fault) insisted that it would be a metered cab. After following a the man through parking garages and up a stairwell that was 20° hotter than the air outside and smelled like urine (definitely on my list of top ten “worst places to spend more than 30 seconds”), we got to the car. It was nice, with leather seats, air conditioning, and a driver already waiting inside. We loaded up our luggage and got in. Now that we had given up almost all leverage in negotiating a price, it was clear that we must. They demanded 700 yuan, and we were only able to talk them down to 500 for a ride that would cost around 150 at the most on a meter. We both knew better than this, we say, but I suppose we were just rusty. Oh well, lesson learned. It was still only around $60 for an hour’s ride all the way from the airport in Pu Dong to Fudan in Pu Xi, and the car had seat belts.
When we arrived at the foreign students’ dorm, we went to the registration desk and showed our admission notices. After looking through several rather unorganized lists of names, none of which included either of us, we were told that they had no rooms for us until late August. Strike one. A disappointing blow, but nothing we weren’t mentally prepared for; this is
So it was time for dinner. Muslim noodles; two heaping, steaming plates for 12 yuan ($1.50). From there we walked back toward the hotel, and considered finding an internet café. But after having traveled several miles on foot for no apparent reason, we decided to get foot massages instead (20 yuan for 45 minutes). Back at the hotel we put in a DVD Carl bought during our wanderings (The 300, not on sale in the States for a few days yet) and much to my surprise, I passed out almost immediately. I woke up, fully clothed and confused, just before
Wednesday morning we woke up on the train coming back to
Florbella and her husband Ling live in PuDong, the suburbs of
Today, after an amazing European breakfast, we went back to Fudan in the chauffeured Audi, where we were bombarded with reasons to want to stay. We saw friends we had made in our Chinese classes, ate a meal at the Muslim noodle place (no canary today), and had friendly conversations with Chinese people along the way.
To kill time in the afternoon, we had a haircut. When they wash your hair here, they do it for about ten minutes, and massage your scalp. It’s amazing.
Finally, at
Hours later, but a day earlier, I’m in
Today, we killed time in Xi’an. We had the day free, until we met at 5pm to catch the train back to Shanghai. We had to check out of the hotel at noon, which was probably a good thing, since we may have ended up spending the entire day inside watching HBO if we weren’t kicked out. We went back to the Muslim market for some lunch, and then to a touristy pedestrian street for a little browsing and shopping. At 3:30 we went to Pizza Hut where we would meet to go to the station. I had a pepperoni pizza.
Monday wasn’t very interesting. Really, it wasn’t. We went to a pagoda, and another temple, and a museum. The museum was ok. It was organized chronologically, starting with the beginning of civilization, and all of the pieces were found in Shaanxi province (which I estimate to be a little bigger than NY, but I actually have no idea). The pieces themselves were just old clay pots and tools (boring), but just the pure volume of history in the one small area of the world was really cool to see. The history of Shaanxi starts with one of the very first organized civilizations, almost 5000 years ago. New York, not so much.
The weather is back to cold and gray. Suddenly Xi’an doesn’t seem so grand. I’m not sure if it’s true of American cities, but Chinese cities get a disproportionate amount of cloudy days, thanks to pollution. I wonder if the migrant workers know this before they move from the country in search of a job that pays more than farming does. I’d be pretty pissed if I gave up my country home in a sunny village only to find that the city is noisy, dark, and polluted. But then I don’t really know much about the daily life of a farmer, either.
The sun does shine in central China. It shines in your eyes at 7:30am when you’re trying to grab an extra hour of sleep on a train to Xi’an. At least it’s a nice day.
Today was for the most part uneventful. In the morning, we went back to the Buddha carvings in a different area. These ones were much bigger and better, but whether they were worth the drive is still questionable. Anyway, the weather cleared a bit more, going from cloudy to hazy.
We were told it would take the morning to drive from Le Shan to Dazu. Apparently, in this part of China, morning lasts until 4pm. The 7-hour bus ride rivaled the ride through the desert in Xin Jiang for length, bumpiness, and discomfort. We did get to see a lot of the countryside, though. Like the rest of China, every square inch of arable land here is used for farming. Terraces are cut into every hill and mountain, as high up as possible. We got to stop in a small farming village (not on the original tour path) and took a look around. The Chinese character for ‘home’ is the character for ‘pig’ under a roof radical. There’s a reason for that.
Another cold, wet day in Sichuan. Today’s activity is Emei Shan (Mt. Emei). Emei Shan one of the four most holy Buddhist mountains in China. Scattered across the mountainside are Buddhist temples (which, again, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all). The temples, are connected by paths, not one step of which is on natural soil. Up, down, and across the mountain are millions and millions of stairs. This time, we elected to climb up and take the lift down. Having climbed a mountain or two in the past, a two hour hike up a mountain did not seem like it would be a big deal. But for whatever reason, a seemingly endless staircase is so much more intimidating than a normal trail up the side of a mountain. Emei Shan is actually quite large, so we only actually climbed a fraction of the way up. According to Sky, it takes three days to hike all the way up and back, a total difference of 30k. Judging by the map of Emei Shan and the 18-mile Marcy hike that Caitlin and I did last summer, I decided that it could be done in one long day, but I guess I’ll have to save that for next time. You wouldn’t have to carry a very heavy pack, if you did want to do it. Food and water was for sale all over the mountain, as well as the usual tourist trinkets and stuffed animal monkeys.
I woke up cold this morning, packed up, grabbed some chips ahoy from the small convenience store across the street, and got on the bus. The first stop today was Du Fu’s cottage. Du Fu is a famous Tang Dynasty (circa 800AD) poet. His cottage, the place where he supposedly got inspiration for his work, has since been expanded into a larger garden complex. The cottage itself is gone, of course, but there’s an exact replica on the site. Yes, Du Fu’s real cottage did have a gift shop inside. It’s an exact replica. Anyway, we looked around for a bit and got back on the bus to head to the thousand-buddha cliffs.
The first stop on Monday was what everybody had been waiting for. The panda reserve. On the way there, Sky told us all the statistics about how endangered the pandas are. As soon as we saw them, it was clear why they struggle to survive in the wild. They look like couch potatoes. They eat 20kg of a specific kind of bamboo a day, of which they can only digest 20%. This keeps them busy eating pretty much all day. Nothing about them indicates that they would have what it takes to survive in the wild.
At 5am, after 3 hours of sleep, we got up and started checking out of the foreign students’ dormitory at Fudan University. By the way, did you know that dorm houses almost as many people as all of Union College? Interesting. Anyway, I left my big rolling suitcase in storage there, filled to the brim with stuff bought in China, and not much else. In my backpack are clothes for the next three weeks traveling. Professor Ferry showed up at 6am with a van, as well as her husband Danielle (also a professor at Union) and their 4-year-old son Camille. They speak only Spanish with Camille so that he will grow to be bilingual, and I understand about as much of what they say as I do Chinese. After listening to Chinese for 3 months, Spanish sounds like English with a really thick accent. Anyway, I had been hoping to get a solid three hours of sleep on the plane to add to the four that I got in bed, but thanks to a charming little Chinese girl who sat behind me passed the time by kicking my seat, I only got about half an hour.
Thursday, December 1st:
As I write this, I’m sitting on the plane, about to copy all of the entries since November 20th into my computer. Since I had limited internet access on our trip to
Sorry for the lack of updates in the past couple weeks, but I just haven't had very much that I felt the need to write down. Not that I haven't been doing anything, because I've been doing plenty. I think it's just a sign that I've gotten used to life here... just in time to leave.
I’m not sure if I’ve written about them before or not, but scattered around the city there are what we foreigners like to call ‘Muslim noodle restaurants’. They’re mom-and-pop operations run by Chinese Muslims, and specialize in noodles made from scratch. Out in front, sometimes right out on the sidewalk, they pull the dough into long, thin strands and boil them in a big pot. Inside the small shop, you sit on a stool at one of five or six tables, often with strangers when it’s busy, and eat with cheap disposable chopsticks. They all follow this same format, and are sometimes so similar that you might even think that they were a chain.
My favorite Muslim noodle place is right around the corner from the dorm, and I often go there for lunch. I don’t really like Muslim noodles very much, but this place makes really good stir fry as well, which I usually get with some white rice. It’s good food, a perfect distance for a good walk if I’ve been inside all day, and usually not much more than 10 kuai for a meal. On top of all this, they have printed menus (many of these places don’t) with characters, pinyin, and the English translation. It’s great to be able to know what you are ordering and say it to the person in Chinese instead of just pointing at the menu and saying “I want this.” So all in all, it’s a really great place for lunch. Until today.
Today, they got a pet canary.