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View of the Forbidden City (Gùgōng) 故宫 from Prospect Hill 景山 (Jǐngshān), Běijīng, China — November 4, 2004

Unesco World Heritage Site


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Longevity Hill and Kunming Lake, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 8, 2004


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Golden sunset from from Prospect Hill 景山 (Jǐngshān), Běijīng, China — November 5, 2004


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Archery tower at Qiánmén 前门 (Front Gate), Tiān'ānmén Square, China — March 2001

The archery tower is a fortified barbican in front (south) of proper Qiánmén.
Qiánmén is more formally known as Zhèngyángmén 正阳门


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Brian at the Gate of Heavenly Peace 天安门, Běijīng China, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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Tower of the Fragrance of the Buddha, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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View of Běihǎi Park 北海公园 from from Prospect Hill 景山 (Jǐngshān), Běijīng, China — November 5, 2004


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Royal script, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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Courtyard in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony 太和殿, Forbidden City (Gùgōng) 故宫, China — November 4, 2004


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Lama Temple Museum, Beijing, China

I don’t know much about this graceful sculpture except that I stumbled upon it, and many others, in a museum in the Lama Temple, Beijing. It appears to be of Southeast Asian influence, but beyond that, I have no idea of its origins. Anybody?


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Autumn alleyway, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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A local girl in the hútòng 胡同 of Běijīng China — November 2004


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Guards, Tiān'ānmén Square 天安门广场, Běijīng China — November 7, 2004


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Water caligraphy, Beihi Park, Běijīng China

It reads: 美国 or America

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Royal courtyard, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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Temple of Heaven 天坛, Běijīng China — November 7, 2004


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Selling chuanr 串儿, Wángfǔjǐng 王府井, Běijīng China — November 2004


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Gate of Heavenly Peace 天安门, Běijīng China, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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Tower of the Fragrance of the Buddha, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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Cold day in Beihai Park 北海公园, Běijīng China — November 2004


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Parading around Běijīng China — November 2004


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Neon lights on Ghost Street or guǐ jiē 簋街 near Dōngzhímén, Běijīng China — November 2004


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Near the Temple of Heaven 天坛, Běijīng China — November 7, 2004


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Tower of the Fragrance of the Buddha, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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Local girl, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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Somewhere in the Forbidden City (Gùgōng) 故宫, China — November 4, 2004


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Bridge, Beihi Park, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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View of Beijing from from Prospect Hill 景山 (Jǐngshān), Běijīng, China — November 5, 2004


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The waiters getting ready for shift, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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Temple of Confucius was originally built in 1302, Běijīng China — November 2004


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Dusk, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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Enjoying the Tower of the Fragrance of the Buddha, Summer Palace, Běijīng China — November 9, 2004


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My good mates Flora and Luke, Běijīng eatery, China — November 2004


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Local cafe, Běijīng, China — November 2004


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Partying at Poachers, Běijīng China — November 2004


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Traffic, Běijīng China — November 2004

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2004 China Journal

November 2004 — China

China, China, China. What is it about China that continually shows me a good time and makes me want more? Certainly it is not the chronic pollution that chokes the cities; nor is it the traffic jams and lingual hurdles I face on a daily basis. And it’s definitely not China's infamous Big Brother bureaucracy that requires five wasted business days to extend my tourist visa. Nope. It must be something else. Perhaps it is the people and the smiles they offer every time I wander some forgotten alley. Or could it be the adorable kids screaming “Ní Hǎo!” and “Hello!” at every turn? Possibly it’s the tantalizing food that tastes with endless delight. Most of all, though, I enjoy the optimism found in China of today — the sense that anything can and will happen. It grabs me. Like it or dislike, all of the above are abuzz right now in the Middle Country and this feeling emanates the cities and consciousness of the people. And now more than ever the Chinese are rediscovering themselves and all that life has to offer — an East-Asian renaissance of sorts. Whatever way, after three months of traversing the Sino landscape, all I want to do is see more of the damnably huge country. I can't say that about most places…


Wednesday, 3 Nov — Tianjin

My Chinese adventure begins on a smooth 25-hour ferry cruise from Seoul to Tianjin (pop: 10.4 million.) My ship, the Tian Ren, chugs along and soon we enter Tianjin's harbor. I never heard of this mammoth city before, but judging by the size of it's port, China is thinking of Tianjin in a BIG way. Afterall, this is the place where all those "Made in China" things are shipped the world over. My hopes of disembarking soon fade as my harbor tour continues for hours. We pass hundreds of new and rusty ships awaiting their load. Next to these boats are "Empire Strikes Back" Imperial Ice-Walker freight cranes lifting, pushing, pulling and loading this universe of cargo. Then there are archaic industrial complexes: oil refineries, electric plants, and storage facilities all plugging away in a racket of noise. Something illegal must be going on here. Thankfully, our captain eventual finds a parking spot and we dock. Disembarkation is easy after a quick wedge and soon I am a slo-training to the China's heart.


Friday, 12 Nov — Beijing

Grand and historic Běijīng (pop: 13.8 million) is located in the same place I last left her in 2001. Not much else seems the same. Upon arrival, I try to find my old hostel, but to no avail. Instead, a taller building stands with gleaming lights and a pyramid on the roof. A tempting Mercedes dealership is next door and beyond is a Boeing office (just in case any passer-byer wants a 747-400.) “Heavens!” I yell. “I didn't know China is changing THIS fast.” My taxi driver, in limited Chinglish, quickly responds, "hostel no more." I suddenly accept fate: Běijīng is growing and transforming in a BIG way and 2008 Olympic craze isn't helping matters. Personally, I happy about this prosperity for China and believe that improvement is good. However, I soon realize that among all the dust and high-rises, an ancient and mystical era of China is disappearing forever. Well, that is exactly why I am here now, to see Běijīng before what comes next.

My ten productive days in Běijīng are spent touring the never ending cultural relics of the country’s last thousand years. I hike the Great Wall for three days, laze around the Míng Dynasty Summer Palace and find love at the Temple of Heaven. At first, Běijīng seems like a belching and unforgiving monster. Soon, though, I rent a bike and am simultaneously given the key to the city. Whomever planned Běijīng's municipality deserves an award and should consult in the West. True, Běijīng's main drags are a bit wide, but this allows for tree-lined side roads where bikes are king. Běijīng is the PERFECT city for biking; and in fact, a recent study suggests that bikes beat both taxis and buses during rush hour commutes across town! It's no wonder there are hundreds of others with me as I bike and bike for hours and days discovering temples, parks and the disappearing hútòng 胡同 — Běijīng's feng shui alleyways famous for neighborly vibes and family life.

Larry Harvey (Burning Man envisionary) would be highly impressed with Běijīng and all of China for that matter, for I think he would agree that China is Burning Man 24-7-365. For those of you who don't know what I mean, let me explain. Foremost are the are the bikes: Again, they are everywhere. Folks are constantly peddling whether the weather is baking, freezing, shining or snowing. And true enough, some of my most favorite Chinese times have been peddling about the wondrous urban and natural sights that spot the country at every turn. Secondly is the creativity. Like Burning Man, anything can and will happen in China. Wacky inventions are everywhere from motorized chili-pepper crushers, to the guy on the street refilling disposable lighters, from the three-wheeler, smoke puffing tractors, to automatic chestnut roasters, and flying, battery powered Frisbees. Things of beauty and ugly are built, fixed, and destroyed in the blink of an eye. And finally, and most of all, there are the lights. Like at Burning Man, the moment the Chinese sun goes down, the whole place become a kaleidoscope of flashing, blinking, and strobing rays. Las Vegas might become jealous. The high rises are especially interesting and provide hours of glimpsing pleasure. Look out Black Rock City…

Běijīng nights are spent with my old university pal Luke and his lady (Flora.) Together they help open the door to Chinese cuisine as we sample many of the countries diverse foods. One nights its Guangxi Hot Pot, another its Sìchuān fare, next its Běijīng duck. Damn good. The long lost pounds begin to return and I am thankful again to lug around a bit of a belly.

After 10 fun-filled days Běijīng-ing I don't want to leave. Still, I reluctantly hop on a train headed south and enjoy a night's rest in hard-sleeper luxury. China is a "communist" society is therefore a classless society — so instead of 1st, 2nd, and Shit-class, the convention of hard seat, soft seat, hard sleeper and soft sleeper is implemented. Hard-sleeper is second best and good enough for me. As the train rolls on, I sip tea with five others and romanticize the Chinese statistics that while I am rolling down the tracks there are 10,000,000 other Chinese souls training around the massive country with me. That's a lot! And on the subject, I love Chinese statistics. They are biggest and badest around. Try this one on your lungs: One out of every three cigarettes puffed on the planet is done so in China. Good thing China has banned smoking in the train cars. This nasty habit is reserved in the connection corridors. Or how about this one: China has more than 100 cities with populations above 1,000,000. In fact, the newly formed Chongqing municipality has more than 32 million souls! (Bet you've never heard of Chongqing — I hadn't.) Well, when you have 1 out of every 5 humans on the planet, a lot happens — and if you calculate it, chances are China will top all scales.

6:30 comes too soon and I am jolted from dream land by a pushy steward. "You stop here!" I roll out of bed on off the train and into the era of China's past.


Sunday, 14 Nov — Pingyao

My first thought when I arrive to Píngyáo (pop: 40,000) is, "My God, they finally did invent the time machine!" Píngyáo, unlike the rest of China, seems to have escaped modernization and instead seems stuck in the realm of the Míng Dynasty. Rumor has it that Píngyáo is the only remaining Chinese city that is still enclosed by a complete Míng dynasty wall. Very impressive. I walk the ramparts of the city walls one day and am really digging the Míng Dynasty flavor. Every structure within the cities wall is the same blue-gray color: The cobblestone roads blend right into the brick houses which blend into the tall walls which blend into the guard towers and arches overhead. Suddenly someone yells and seems to be shooing me away. "Now what?" I ignore him, but the man runs up and tugs me away. Apparently I am in the way of a Chinese Míng dynasty period-piece movie shoot. Faux-warriors and peasants are waiting for the camera to roll, and when it does, all the actors spring to action. It is classic. What is even more funny is that about 500,000,000 people will be watching this scene in about six months on one of the many CCTV channels — China's state run television.

Píngyáo is also chock-full of temples and the first bank in China. I visit many historical sites, each more impressive than the previous. The only reminder of the 20th century is my camera snapping away. Unfortunately, time runs short in Píngyáo, and I am soon on another hard-sleeper heading south on an all-night run. Why do the Chinese snore so much on trains? Where are my earplugs?


Tuesday, 16 Nov — Xi’an

Xī'ān (pop: 6.6 million) in Shǎnxī Province was the center of China — and therefore the world — 2,000 years ago. Today it seems like the center of an exhaust pipe. Coughs aside, this bland industrial looking city has tons to offer hidden among the ubiquitous white-tiled rectangular buildings. Quoted as "The Eight Wonder of World" the 2000-year old Qín Dynasty Terracotta Warriors opens eyes wider than the local opthamologist As one Canadian friend asks, "How could you forget about these things?" But sure enough they were… treasures forgotten under tons of earth, these thousands of life-size and lifelike warriors stood and crumbled for 2,000 years until one fateful 1974 day when some humble peasants found them again while digging a well. Amazing. Upon discovery, the Chinese cultural ministry went full swing and deservedly so, elevated Xī'ān as one of China's top tourist attraction.

Xī'ān also has a (mostly) intact Míng wall as well. The 16 kms of wall are bike ridable and I ventured around them one day, but I was turned back at kilometer 12 because "wall closed, you go no further." What a buzz-kill when I have to break my number 2 rule of travel, never return the same way you arrived.


Saturday, 20 Nov — Chengdu

Ah, Chéngdū (pop: 11.3 million) center of the Sìchuān world and home to the Giant Pandas and China's spiciest cuisine. While pandas eat bamboo, Sichuanese eat HOT POT. And it is so hot, that the food actually numbs the mouth. I was eating Hot Pot one night, when I became quite concerned. "Man, they must not have rinsed the pesticides of these vegetables — my mouth is numb!" The locals laugh. The simple say "Ma La!" I repeat "Ma, what?" I soon learn the culprit of my I spent several an evening torturing my taste buds with such local delicacies as Ma La Tofu and Hot Pot. I bought a little bit of the ma peppers and wait 'till my next dinner party. When your mouth goes numb, you will know that it is not the pesticides.

One morning, I try to wake up to visit the Pandas. But it is 8:00 AM and still dark out. No chance of me getting up. And the further west you go, the later it stays dark. The culprit: Běijīng Time. To further its grip-hold on the country, Chinese officials insist that the entire country remain on Běijīng time. So when it is 8:00 in Běijīng it is also 8:00 in Kashgar, 2500 miles to the West, which really should be 3 hours behind. It is kind of cute in a weird way. I guess I will have to try the pandas again tomorrow.

Today I am successful. The hotel staff repeatedly knocks at my door. Visiting the Great Pandas should only be done in the early morning, during feeding time. Afterwards, the fall into a deep slumber for the rest of the day and look more like a hunting trophy than a critically endangered species. Only 1,000 of these bad boys are left in the world. Luckily for me, autumn is baby season, and I get to see several young-ins. The are adorable and play and roam and fight, but all too soon, the fade, and fall asleep. A sign in front of some panda informs "Do not eat wild animals." I am thankful for the words of warning.

One interesting aspect of Chinese travel are the affects of crash-course English learning. Affectionately known as "Chinglish" this form of communication is everywhere from museums, city signs, menus. For instance, at an inter-provential bus station, a big electric-light sign lets me know that "NIFORMATION" is this way. Lucky for me though that there is an English at all. In most stations, there isn't even this much. Along the road, I see another sign for "CLINIC OF TNADRITONAL" as if it would really mean anything even if it was spelled correctly. Engraved in stone at a city park is the following: "The ducks wewe afraid and try to away. A famous Shànghǎi landmark, The Peace Hotel, offers its visitors this bit of niformation: Susiness Hours 5 - 9 Free Soft Drink With Enter. (How thoughtful, and its the least they can do considering their patrons are paying $100s/night to stay there. Chinglish is not a derogatory term as even the Chinese themselves call it that. And I am not one to tease — you should hear my Chinese, but on this note, it really allows otherwise menial times to be quite interesting. Sure, for the menu it is OK, but you would think that before a museum engraves something on stone, it would at least overlook its pride for a minute and have a fluent speaker look over the contents.

And then there are the tones. As one courteous Aussie once put it, "Your tones are off Mate!" And he ain't kidding Chinese would otherwise be a simple language to learn if it weren't for these bastardly tongue twisters. Chinese lacks tense, plurals and articles (a, an, the). Instead though, it adds those tonal sounds that elevates it to an almost impossible language to master if you. Here is an example. In the center of China you will find the Shānxī 山西 province. Next door, it is Shānxī 山西 province. Try saying them one after the other. I sure can't tell the difference. But to the Chinese, the difference is as clear as California and New Jersey. And it is the tones that do this. And when I ask for water, I have to be careful, because who knows what will come out of my mouth. Instead of a glass of sustenance, I may get a punch in the nose because I have just called my waiter's mother a fat cow! Nonetheless, I have found Mandarin to be a fun language to learn, and moreover, the pictographs (Chinese characters) I love! I can already read many words including China, Beer, Gas, Man, Woman, Internet. The first hundred or so are easy, but after that is an uphill battle, and considering that it takes 2,000 characters to read a newspaper, I have a long way to go before I can get any real good Chinese propaganda!

One night at a Chéngdū bar, I met a local named Dave and we speak Chinese politics. The subject, the one-child policy. For years we have been hearing of Chinese preference for males, as they are strong, and can work hard, and can carry on the family name. True enough, there is now a shortage facing Chinese males: a lack of dateable women. It is a tragedy. But Dave informs me that the tides have turned. Now, many urban parents opt for a female because maybe "they can marry a rich Chinese business man, or if not, attract the attention of a foreigner." I stroke my goatee as I think of one of these hot Chinese babes stalking me. Hmmm.


Wednesday, 24 Nov &  Leshan

I take a brief trip down to Lèshān (pop: 3.5 million) to see the Grand Buddha. Grand indeed, as this 71 meters (233 feet) tall Buddha is the largest on Earth. It is so big, that my extended family of 30 or so could picnic on its left foot. And grand he is, as his gaze looks out upon the confluence of two rivers, banks of temperate jungle and the sprawling town of Lèshān. I hike for hours among trees, temples, bridges, and finally set my gaze.

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