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Late last year work began on the first of four planned underground lines in (苏州), a huge construction job which I imagine is made even more difficult given the city’s extensive network of canals and generally chaotic roadways, especially in the city centre.
Major roads are having to be diverted, making rush-hour even more frustrating for commuters, and all the enormous construction vehicles and equipment — not to mention the tonnes of excavated mud and unsightly makeshift temporary accommodation for the migrant workers — will be putting a serious strain on ’s reputation as one of China’s most beautiful cities until work is completed in about four year’s time.
In: Photos / Flickr & China / Sinonews & Photos / Sinophotos
2008 / 01 / 21 – 10:39 | Comment [1] | Top
Last month I was treated by my nursery school to join them on a daytrip to Wild Animal Park. Having had a pretty bad experience with the zoo back in , I was a little apprehensive, but thought that a modern, wealthy, progressive city such as might be a little more clued-in animal-welfare-wise.
Can you guess what’s coming?
To be fair, the animal enclosures were of a decent quality: good sizes, and the animals [for the most part] looked to be in fairly good condition, which is surprising once you witness the general public’s complete disregard for any and all prominent notices [of which there were many] imploring them to not feed the animals.
It was simply amazing: children and adults alike, gleefully throwing bread to the red pandas and offering cake and biscuits to the ostriches, or trying to pet birds doing the best they could to avoid the out-stretched hands whilst tied to a perch by a six-inch chain.
One mother couldn’t seem to accept the fact that alligators generally don’t do very much apart from sit on rocks for most of the day, especially when the weather is on the chilly side, so she decided to lob a plastic bottle at them so they’d get up and do an elaborate five-minute song-and-dance routine for her precious son. Sadly for her, the bottle just bounced off their tough hide and they barely even raised a scaly eyebrow. [One of the teachers decided that they were not, in fact, real alligators, but statues, although if she could have been bothered to stand still and simply look at them for a few minutes, she would have seem them blink and move everso slightly.]
But all that was left in the dust by the grand finale: a 45-minute long animal show, featuring, amongst other things:
an elephant performing acrobatics with two girls, being encouraged to stand on its hind legs through the use of a metal spike on a stick
three monkeys on chains scurrying up and down poles
a chimpanzee dressed as a shoe-shiner engaging in slapstick routine with his handler [who, for some reason, was dressed as a Frenchman]
a bear riding a bicycle, and later being made to walk upright with cymbals strapped to its front paws, whilst two other bears [also upright] took part in a wedding ceremony, attended by the elephant, monkeys, a llama, and a zebra.
Still, at least: the kids were pretty cute; I got to see white tigers for the first time; and, most importantly, there were many fine examples of Chinglish on display, my favourite of which was in the stay-in-your-vehicle stage, and said,
In case of breakdown, please dial 61180113. In case of no communication equipment, please whistle for a while, our working staff will tow out your troubled car.
In: China / Travelling in China / Daytrips & Photos / Flickr & China / Sightseeing & Photos / Sinophotos
2007 / 12 / 08 – 17:10 | Comment [1] | Top
The part of (苏州) where I live goes by two names: to English-speakers it’s called SIP — Industrial Park — which, for me, conjures bleak images of factories, vast warehouses and smoke-spilling chimneys. Contrarily, the Chinese name is (园区) — Garden District — which sounds altogether much lovelier, with lush green parks, skipping children and tweeting birds.
The reality is somewhere in between: there is certainly a large number of factories and office blocks littering the area, but in the residential parts, amongst the apartment complexes, are little pockets of green, constantly maintained by a small army of workers continually weeding, planting non-weeds, picking up litter and sweeping all things sweepable. In the last few weeks spring has sprung right over itself and almost become summer temperature-wise, but the blossom is out in full force.
Question: have I just never noticed it before now, or is it quite unusual for one tree to have two very different shades of blossom?
An hour’s bus ride out of (苏州) is the small historic water town of (甪直). Just over a square kilometre in size, and dating back 1,400 years, it’s famed for its surviving small bridges and a Buddhist temple containing treasured sculptures of arhats — the term for those who have attained enlightenment.
A single ¥60 ticket gains you entry to eight local sites of interest — as well as the temple there are a few museums displaying farming tools and detailing the lives of some of the town’s famous inhabitants, as well as some historic houses — all within walking distance of each other, and it makes for a nice little daytrip. is rather less touristy than (同里), but then it is also less well maintained — although that didn’t seem to bother the good few local artists from setting up their easels along the canalsides.
One of the more interesting sights was housed within the Buddhist temple: three thousand-year-old ginkgo trees, which I have since learnt is a species of tree with no close living relatives — an example of a living fossil [think crocodiles, horseshoe crabs and coelacanths]. But I was most intrigued by this sign off to one side in the arhat room:
Anyone got any theories as to the meaning of “119”?
Update: Disappointingly, it appears that 119 is the emergency number for the fire service. I was hoping for some kind of mystical significance, but I suppose this is still quite useful information that I really should have known before now. And what kind of sign is that anyway? Surely, “In case of fire, dial 119” would be a little more effective than a cute but cryptic couplet?
In: China / Travelling in China / Daytrips & Photos / Flickr & Indexed & Photos / Sinophotos
2007 / 04 / 09 – 10:04 | Comment [4] | Top
As if sensing that I’d not been inspired to post anything for ages, I’ve been gifted with a couple of interesting, “You don’t see that every day” type things. Presenting, firstly, the Men Painting a Building Hanging Precariously from Ropes and Only Using Rollers:
Detail:
And for the main event: Man Strapping a Fridge-Freezer to His Bicycle:
In: China / Cultural Experiences & Photos / Sinophotos
2007 / 04 / 01 – 10:13 | Comment [4] | Top
One of the most fascinating things about the Terracotta Army is that, in their Chinese name (兵马俑), according to my dictionary the last character (俑) translates as “earthen figures buried with the dead in ancient times” — isn’t it lucky they came up with that one, just in case they should ever need it?
Getting to the site, about an hour’s drive from (西安), is very simple even if you don’t want to go on an organised tour [which I didn’t, both to save money and to have no time constraints] — you catch the green 306 bus from the car park on the east side of the train station and get off at the very last stop. The ten-minute walk up to the main site is disconcerting; it feels as though you’re walking through a modern housing development [and not a very populated one, most of the buildings appear to be empty], with pointless Chinese rock music blaring out of speakers [disguised as fake rocks] and hordes of peddlers repeatedly offering you miniature warriors until you punch them on the nose to make them go away. [Believe me, saying, “No thank you!” has no effect whatsoever.]
Once you’re through the museum gates life is a little more peaceful, although for some reason those souvenir sellers are also allowed in to harass the visitors as they wander around. I think most people head straight for Pit 1, the main hangar housing the largest restored collection of figures, but we veered off to the right and went for Pits 2 and 3 first, saving the “best” ‘til last. These two smaller pits contain many broken, partially-uncovered figures, horses and chariots, and work is still going on to unearth the remaining artifacts, the majority of which are still completely buried. It was nice to be able to see the statues without obstructive glass or netting, but how long this will be the case I’m not sure, seeing as there was a half-drunk bottle of Pepsi and a tourist map accidentally [I hope!] dropped into Pit 3.
The main pit is enormous, and it was a relief to actually be impressed by the scale of things — even moreso when you consider that, having recovered around 1,000 statues, there are supposed to be another 7,000 or so to go. Towards the back of the hangar — we entered through the exit, continuing our maverick, shoot-from-the-hip approach — is a reconstruction area, where you can see dozens of partially-restored figures and a big pile of broken pottery, together with a couple of computers and other gadgets which help with the jigsaw puzzle. The remaining two-thirds of the building is dedicated to the main show, and after the relatively dim previous pits, it was a surprise to see so much sunlight allowed to flood the room. The more you look, the more you come to realise that it really was quite an achievement for the people of the time. It’s hard to imagine even today people working with such patience and dedication to produce this volume of individually-crafted figures [and let’s emphasise this: each and every figure has a different face!].
Not everyone was so in awe of the millennia-old sight before their eyes: as I stood overlooking the main site, I turned and realised that the Chinese man next to me was not, in fact, taking photos of his cultural heritage, but decided that it was much more important to snap pictures of the foreigner. I quickly ducked out of view and gave him a look that said, “Oi, ninny, no!”, although this might not have translated very well as he immediately tried to take a photo of my Australian friend instead.
[Aside: back in (苏州), I was walking down the street the other day, a few feet behind a Western man with his two young children when suddenly two Chinese men pulled up on their bicycles. One produced a camera and motioned [repeatedly saying, “Very cute, very cute!”] for the dad to pick up his sons and pose with them for a photo. Somewhat dazed by the speed at which it was all happening, the dad complied. I have no idea what they wanted these photos for. It was all a little creepy.]
In: Photos / Flickr & Indexed & Photos / Sinophotos & Travels & China / Travelling in China / Xi'an
2007 / 03 / 07 – 09:52 | Top
Those of us of a certain age and nationality will fondly remember the classic Japanese kung-fu television treat that was Monkey Magic — the story of a Buddhist monk, Tripitaka, and his three mystical protectors, Monkey, Pigsy and Sandy, on a quest from China to India and back, seeking sacred Buddhist texts and battling all manner of demons in a variety of camp costumes.
The story is based on an ancient Chinese legend, Journey to the West, in which the monk is called (玄奘), which begins and ends in what is modern-day (西安). On his return to the temple of (大慈恩寺) [Temple of Grace], requested the construction of the stone pagoda (大雁塔) [Big Goose Pagoda] within its walls to house and protect the precious scripts as he translated them into 1,355 volumes [as well as negotiating the rights to the television series, sticker albums, action figures and so on].
The Temple is currently undergoing a face-lift and, sadly, looks as though is was all constructed in the last twenty minutes instead of portraying its 1,500-year-long history, although the pagoda itself has largely been left alone and looks sufficiently weather-beaten for you to believe the legends surrounding it, and even today, still emits enough mystical energy for a few moments of levitation…
![Me [apparently] levitating a few feet above the ground beside a tall, grey brick wall](http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/411110645_2c0433c080_m.jpg)
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2007 / 03 / 06 – 09:05 | Top
The Muslim Quarter, in the north-west of downtown (西安), is the place to go if you want to buy some nice-looking souvenirs, antiques and trinkets — from local crafts such as intricately-cut patterns in paper and jewellery, to novelty items such as (毛泽东) watches and playing cards. All the haggling can make you hungry — luckily there are plenty of restaurants and street vendors selling cheap and delicious food on the supposedly-pedestrianised road perpendicular to the shopping street. New dishes for me included (羊肉泡镆), small chunks of bread soaked in lamb noodles and (胡辣汤), thick soup laden with strong black pepper, as well as the speciality, candied dried fruit [beware the mixed bags: they also contain thick slices of ginger, which may be mistaken for pineapple at first glance and lead to nasty taste-bud-related surprises when you bite a chunk out of it].
Tucked away Tardis-like off the narrow winding market street is (大清真寺) — the Great Mosque — the largest mosque in China, dating back to 742. I was slightly confused by its backwards [I thought] layout until it was pointed out that China is east of Mecca, so they pray to the west in this part of the world. Still in use today, it’s surprisingly peaceful considering its proximity to the bustle of the eateries and stalls, and resolutely Chinese in its design: I really was expecting to see a golden-domed building like the London Central Mosque that I’ve seen many times [and I’m quite sure once visited on a school trip, although that was possibly a different mosque], and was a little disappointed to be presented with a traditionally-Chinese structure instead.
The two large museums in that I visited — (碑林博物馆) [Forest of Steles Museum] and (陕西历史博物馆) [Shaanxi History Museum] — both contained an impressive display of the region’s renowned history. I found the former more interesting simply because I saw stone tablets detailing conversations with Confucius, the first record of Christianity in China, and the first Chinese dictionary [so it claimed], all displayed with uncharacteristic subduedity. [I think I’ve just made up the word for the quality of being subdued.]
The History Museum houses a nicely-chronological collection of locally-found pottery and metalwork, and it was nice to really see the skills of the craftspeople becoming more and more refined over the hundreds-of-years, although perhaps the most striking thing for me was realising that we, us human type people, seem to have an innate sense of beauty such that the designs on pottery dating back thousands of years are still pleasing to the modern-day eye; we all still like a nice, simple geometric pattern on our breakfast bowls don’t we?
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2007 / 03 / 04 – 11:44 | Top
(西安) and the surrounding area is positively brimming over with sites of historical importance, and it’s well worth spending a good few days visiting the city of you want to be sure to make the most of the places of interest on offer.
The downtown area is enclosed by the imposingly-tall city walls, first built in 1370 then rebuilt to last in 1568; eighteen metres thick at the base and not much narrower at the top, you can certainly imagine they formed a bit of a barrier to anyone contemplating a city invasion. You can walk along the wall by ascending at any of the four city gates, and it’s a great way to get a feel for the city below, as well as admire the architecture of the gatehouses and [very recently restored] watchtowers. I started at the South Gate and was intending to walk only as far as the East Gate, but I found the views so interesting, and the stroll so peaceful with hardly anyone else around, that I ended up circumnavigating the whole downtown area along the wall — a 12 kilometre walk that took me about three hours, with plenty of stopping for photos and gazing down at the people and buildings below. [For a high-speed version of the same route, you can hire bikes and tandems for an unusual limit of 100 or 200 minutes (an attempt to decimalise time?)].
The east end of the city was particularly interesting, being noticeably more rundown than the rest of the downtown area and consisting mostly of tightly-packed low blocks of flats along narrow streets, each one with small, almost spontaneous-looking fruit and vegetable markets. Dust and grime pervades , an omnipresent cloud that varies in intensity day-by-day and coats the buildings and streets throughout the city in a layer of filth despite efforts to keep the dust down by spraying the roads with water each morning, but the east end of town seemed to be losing the battle faster than elsewhere.
In: Photos / Flickr & Indexed & Photos / Sinophotos & Travels & China / Travelling in China / Xi'an
2007 / 03 / 03 – 15:27 | Top
One of the lesser-known gems in (成都) is Wang’s Tiny Museum of Mao Memorabilia. The name says it all: down a side street that I had to ask three people how to find despite having the address and a map, it’s a small, dark, cluttered room, brimming over with posters and photographs, badges and plaques, statues and busts, books and hats, and all manner of other representations of (毛泽东), amassed over the last fifty-six years by one man: the eponymous Mr Wang.
In: China / Travelling in China / Chengdu and the Sichuan Province (January 2007) & Photos / Flickr & Indexed & Photos / Sinophotos & Travels
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