Postscript China

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Home, Sweet Home

Yes, I am bailing. Skipping Manila, skipping Hong Kong. Home, sweet home. I am tired of packing and unpacking and the thought of two more cities in three days isn't exciting me. Besides, I have no more clean clothes. It will be directly to DC for me and back to yada, yada, yada! Please leave comments.

Food For Thought

Foods:
1. The restaurants in Beijing vie for a “Wow” factor unknown in DC. I went to lunch in one decorated as a temple with votive candles, music to match, and a vegetable nori roll (see above) to die for. The “Romeo and Juliet” dish was made with blood red baby beets swimming with some chestnuts and fake abalone. That one didn’t taste great but it still looked great.

2. The Peking Duck (never had it here before) we had in Beijing was not any more delicious than the Peking Duck we have in Falls Church. Except for the first bite. Dip a little piece of skin into the coarse sugar. Place in mouth. Salty! Sweet! Crunchy! Yum! The condiments not only include the usual hoisin and scallions but little cucumber batons, garlic paste, and some other unidentifiable items as well.

3. All our fast food places are in Beijing including Starbucks and more (Haagen Dazs).

4. The yuck factor I didn’t have to face: poor J. had to eat some kind of albino frog-fish. Whole. I think he just tasted it.


Thoughts:
1. The hotel in Beijing reminds me of the hotels (the Peninsula, the Mandarin) of yore in HK. I especially liked it when we first arrived both times and were whisked through Reception to register right in our suite. And I was met with a big bouquet of lilies and orchids!! Now that’s service. To say nothing of the 20 piece orchestra in the lobby playing “The Merry Widow.”

2. The old men in Beijing still bring their caged pet birds to the parks.

3. I can’t figure out what those people in Lhasa are praying for.

4. What’s with Tibet?

5. I am spoiled but at least I know it.

Crickets For Sale

Buy, Buy Beijing

Back in Beijing...

Hong Qiao Pearl Market
Near the Temple of Heaven is a heavenly place for those of us who like to shop. Here you can find the (fake?) Polos, purses, parkas, etc. On the third and fourth floors you can buy pearls at the same place Colin Powell and Bill Clinton shop.

Ikea, Beijing-style
Since our last trip to Shanghai we’ve been wondering what the Ikea in China is like (we saw the sign but didn’t have time for a visit). Now we know. Sunday was not the smartest time to go but we had no choice. As we all know, Ikea prides itself on its “store-flow” setup. It’s a maze you go through to get to the Marketplace section. Well, the arrows here are on the floor, too, but no one pays them any attention. It was so crowded with under-30s that we had to squeeze our way through. A glimpse at the cafe (huge) revealed some concessions to the local food- rice and stew- alongside the mandatory Swedish meatballs. Overall, though, pretty much everything else was the same at the same prices. Now everybody’s house will look the same.

The Bird, Insect, Fish Market
All the different kinds of turtles and fish make up for the fact that there are no birds at the Bird Market. I suspect it’s due to the Avian Flu scare. There are also rodents, rabbits, tarantulas, puppies, and kittens but the market is mostly filled with crickets and cricket paraphernalia. The crickets are sold by their individual weight and each one comes in a little ceramic bowl covered with a tin lid held in place by a rubber band. The surrounding sound of all these caged crickets is wonderful (my opinion) so I can understand why someone would want these little guys. Not only do they sell various little houses for them -ceramic jars, stick cages, little ornate boxes- but they also have itsy-bitsy food and water dishes (I bought some!) and training sticks, a long skewer with some string at the end (like a lion tamer has, only smaller, much smaller).

Leaving Lhasa

The Carpet Factory

All the books gave us the wrong address and the wrong phone number for the Tibetan Carpet Factory but we managed to find it anyway. Supposedly the factory prides itself on its working conditions which when we had a look around wasn’t that bad. Here’s their solar powered tea making apparatus. Of course, we ended up buying a carpet even though they didn’t have the one we really wanted called “Yak, Yak, Yak” which we saw in the Thomas Moser store in Georgetown.

Lhasa: Norbulingka

Summer Palace of the Dalai Lamas

Yak Butter

There was a strange, nauseating smell which permeated all of Ulaan Baatar (maybe all of Mongolia) and now I smell it here, too. It turns out to be the Yak Butter. The ladies carry it around in little tubs like purses to eat like peanut butter out of a jar when they get hungry. Or they have it in their thermos of hot salty tea, drinking it mixed in before it cools and congeals. Doesn’t it sound appetizing? Near the temples, there’s large vats of it burning with a wick like a semi-soft candle; that’s the smell filling the air and giving everyone (now including me, too!) that distinctive odor.

Need Some Air?

Just in case you get breathless during the night.

Lhasa Continued

Day Three Lhasa
J. tells me that people pay a fortune to come here. He says this while suffering a headache from the beer (alcohol and high altitude don’t mix well) he had with dinner -a dinner with government officials which I didn’t attend. He had to go in his sneakers and safari shirt having left all his business clothes and shoes in Beijing. Meanwhile back at the Tibet Hotel, I was able to get some sleep and feel better than I did yesterday but still miss the oxygen. I’ve noticed a lot of people here have bloodshot eyes; I am sure it’s due to the elevation.

Our first stop today was the Jokhang Temple where Pilgrims come from all over the Buddhist world to see one of the most revered Buddhas. We got a VIP tour (that means jumping the line) and were the only non-Pilgrims allowed to see that most revered Buddha up close and personal. He’s surrounded by candles burning yak butter which give off what seems to me a nauseating smell. The smell permeates the whole building and in fact, the surrounding area. If you don’t have a headache when you start the tour you do by the end. The line of Pilgrims to get in is very long and once inside the temple the people are smushed together like cattle. Outside the temple are Pilgrims praying -an aerobic exercise which involves standing up, moving the hands up and down and then kneeling into a prostrate position. Their hands (protected by pieces of plastic) make a swooshing sound as they then scrape the ground and stretch out. They do this over and over -exhausting I am sure especially given the atmosphere.

I Came So You Don't Have To

We arrived in Lhasa,Tibet on Wednesday, September 12 at 5.30 pm. After leaving UB at 4.30 pm Tuesday we got to Beijing at 9.30 pm, had a good spaghetti dinner (don’t forget Marco Polo), and a quick overnight stay because we had to leave at 7.30 am for the flight to Lhasa, stopping for an hour in Chengdu.

I am relieved to see all these oldie tourists (as well as the backpackers I expected) on the plane especially after the flight attendant's parting words- take care of the high altitude of Lhasa, move slowly and take deep breaths. J. is on vacation but a government official is at the airport to pick us up anyway. By the time we get to our hotel we are both breathless but headache-less. We leave the car and walk through some alleys too small for the vehicle to get to it. The House of Shambala - a NY Times recommended hotel -turns out to be too funky for either of us:
http://houseofshambhala.com/

Okay, I survived the Lake Jipe trip (the time we got stuck in the mud in Tanzania and had to sleep in the car surrounded by the locals looking in) but we’re not staying in a hotel that looks like an opium lord’s den. I can’t see into the corners of the room and the shower is a scary dark cave that I wouldn’t go into if you paid me. Unfortunately by now I can’t catch my breath (there’s oxygen available to buy, though) and I have a nosebleed. We’ll change hotels in the morning.

We make it through the night by sleeping in our clothes. The next morning our first stop turns out to be the Potala Palace which sits on top of a hill in the middle of Lhasa. The climb is not pleasant when you can’t breathe and I am glad when that is over. We move to the Tibet Hotel which if nothing else is much brighter and has a toilet and shower that work. And a big oxygen tank and the internet.

Ger, Sweet Ger

Nomad Welcome

I thought it would be impolite to take another picture a few seconds later when a million flies landed here.

Going to a Ger

It turns out that there aren’t any roads in Mongolia. The driver could choose from about 5 dirt very rough pathways and let’s just say, I did not fare well stomach-wise. The one lane paths don’t have any direction, it seemed, but we saw no other vehicles anyway. Our weekend tour involved just the two of us in a WB vehicle with a driver and guide, another vehicle from the tour company and a third vehicle with a driver and cook and a traveling kitchen. After the bumpy road and for the next day I really didn’t need the cook and tasted none of his cooking. We stayed in a traditional ger (yurt, the Russian word is frowned upon). The one we had was adapted for the Prince of Holland so it had a square metal addition with a toilet and shower. Guests in the other gers had to use the facilities in a small dining building -we ate there, too (well, I didn’t), but our food was prepared separately in the traveling kitchen. Sanitary conditions here leave something to be desired. The ger was cute and cozy and had a stove in the middle; although it was cool we did not need it lit. It was nicely decorated with bright red and blue fabric walls, a double bed and a single bed and oompah-loompah doors to enter and to go the loo.

The Hustai National Park where this ger settlement was located is home to the Przewalski Horses (Talki in Mongolian). We were lucky enough to see herds of them and then watched for 2 hours while they rounded up 3 who were tranquilized and put in crates to be sent to another park in Mongolia. The talki are more compact than a regular horse with a short-haired erect mane and a thicker neck. We also saw many, many marmots -the groundhog-like rodent which the nomads love to eat. They take the head off, clean out the innards (which they eat separately) and then roast them in their skin. Yum.

On the second day, we visited a nomadic family. The mother and her 3 year old daughter we met invited us in to their ger and offered us the traditional milk (this time the fermented mare’s milk), some kind of homemade vodka and plates full of fly-covered biscuits. I think J. took a sip. They had a TV (tuned to some kind of geometry program) and electricity thanks to a solar panel on the roof. Everything including the house is portable; they move each season to a different location. The mother took us to the herd of horses where she milked several of the mares. She does this every two hours during the day; at night the herd is let loose till morning. Evidently more intrepid (and younger) travelers than we are often are invited to stay with these nomadic families; they are very hospitable and seemed very nice to us. The tour guide left them with a bag of food goodies as a thank you.

Welcome to UB

We arrived in Ulaan Baatar (UB) at about midnight; it’s only a 3 hour flight from Seoul but a world apart in terms of development. I already love it because it’s so different. Our first surprise was the Milk Welcoming Ceremony. The office staff met us just coming off the plane with a blue silk ribbon and a small chalice filled with milk for each of us. We were presented with these gifts and had to take a sip of the milk before being ushered into the VIP Lounge thus escaping all the passport and customs and luggage rigamarole. By 1 AM we were at our hotel -an architectural abomination in the Soviet style. The dozen plus multicolored roses waiting in the room made up for the lovely fluorescent lighting.

Today -Friday- we went to a WB sponsored Fair, a contest which featured hundreds of different small project proposals in the fields of health, education, environment, water and infrastructure made by ordinary people. Each of these proposals was simply displayed on a 3x4 poster board and all were set out in a large semicircle in the central square. In the end there were 37 winners of up to $10k. Before we had a look around though we had to stand on the dais while the Prime Minister and then J. made speeches about the hard working Mongolians who participated. Very impressive turnout and I wish they all could have won.

Stone Stoup
The dinner included all the WB staff- that’s about 17 women and 3 men. Several women drank Mongolian tea, a salty blend of green tea and milk (lots) while I stuck to Schweppes. In addition to dumplings, meat turnovers, and pickled vegetables there was the Stone soup-stew, a concoction of mutton, carrots, potatoes, and black rocks which had some kind of magical powers if you held them (if you could, they were greasy and very hot). I almost forgot about the large lasagna-type noodle on the top. Didn't get the recipe.

Good-bye Korea

I was concerned that we would leave Seoul without ever trying any Korean food. Of course, the thought of “dogmeat stew” did not turn me on and unfortunately most of the local restaurants had either the plastic food windows (see above) or menus with no English translation. We skipped the numerous Starbucks, KFCs, Outbacks, Burger Kings, Tony Romas, and even Au Bon Pain (those are for the times you are really desperate). Finally, for our last meal in Korea we had Bulgogi - the traditional stir-fried beef cooked at the table. It’s accompanied by about 10 side dishes of kimchi (pickled cabbage and other veggies) -ranging from spicy and peppery to a hot that scars your tongue. At least we had that and it was pretty good till I had that fiery pickle.

Korea: Cardboard Man

Here's the picture I meant to include earlier. My posting instructions appear in Korean so I am just guessing at what's included.

Korea Continued: The Thirsty Buddha

Wednesday, September 5
Saw a little bit of Seoul while the MOTH (man of the house) did his thing. There were about 10 people on the tour- 2 Canadian flight attendants, an American woman who lives in Hong Kong, an Indian doctor and his wife and a few others whom I did not meet. We went to a palace and a temple, had about 5 minutes in a Folk Museum and finished off with an obligatory half hour shopping stop at an Amethyst Ripoff Store. It was good.

Reporting from Korea

First day in Korea
Fourteen hours is an awfully long time to be in a plane; enough time to watch 2 movies and 2 TV shows until the MAM’s (middle age muse’s) eyes got bleary. We finally arrived in Seoul at 3.30 am EST (on time!) - that’s 4.30 pm Korean time. Luckily for us, a government driver was waiting to take us to our hotel.


Second day
We spent a sleepless night waiting till morning and at 9 am decide to walk over to the posh looking department store around the corner. It turns out the Lotte store doesn’t open till 10.30 so we take a walk pass a couple of Starbucks, stop at a Dunkin Donuts for a couple of donuts and get some cash from a bank machine. The old man above collects cardboard; just before I saw him another old man with a similar cart collecting old metal passed by clanking his old rusty shears loudly - I guess to announce his arrival.

We wanted to check out the opening ceremony at the Lotte store. As in Tokyo the doors are manned by female employees wearing cute little summer suits with matching hats and white gloved male employees waiting to open the doors precisely at 10.30. While waiting we noticed the giant sweatshirt on the building across the street. We had to crossover to get a better look. It turned out to be a giant sticker - see the picture above.

At exactly 10.30, the two ladies perform a synchronized march, bow and face the doors (by this time there’s a crowd of mostly women waiting to get in) and the male employees ceremoniously open the doors simultaneously holding back the crowd until all the doors are unlocked. A Mendelssohn march trumpets in the background. The store does not disappoint. After a quick up and down on the escalator we go down to the basement food hall. Wow. Fish and crabs in tanks, pizza being made, sushi, melons, and $100 mushrooms to rival Harrods. Each department has its own cute uniform. So that’s the wow.