Friday, April 30, 2010

Chengdu – Arrival, Rest Day

We were woken up at 5:30 AM for our 6:30 AM disembarkation at the end of the line for our boat, Chongqing. We had discussed doing a little sightseeing in Chongqing before heading off to Chengdu, but it was raining pretty hard when we got off the boat, so we decided we might as well get started on our 4-hour train ride. Walked up to the bus station and asked around for the train station. Nobody understood, but when we pulled out the guidebook and pointed to the Chinese characters for it, a guy wrote some characters on Josh's hand, and the number of the bus for us to get on. It matched the bus number Lonely Planet suggested. He then pointed out where we could catch a taxi, but we declined. One of his buddies who didn't seem to have anything better to do, walked us over to the bus stop (across the street), and we also verified with someone else waiting there that we were in the right place. The friend waited until we got on the right bus before returning to whatever he was doing, though we didn't realize this until we saw him crossing back after we were on our bus. How sweet. We've been really impressed at how helpful everyone is here, and we have yet to have someone ask for money for helping us find our way around (asking for a tip for directions wasn't ubiquitous by any means in India, but if someone went the extra mile for you like this, you could pretty much count on them expecting to get paid, even if you didn't need any help finding where you were going).

As we were getting on the bus, we tried to show the characters for the train station to the bus driver to verify we were going to the right place, but he didn't seem to understand. After a while, we asked another passenger about the train station in the same way. He tried to tell us something we totally didn't understand. At first we thought we were supposed to get off, but he gestured us back into our seats, then spoke to the bus driver, I guess telling him where we were trying to go. Another passenger then showed us the word “terminus” on his cell phone, presumably a machine translation of the word for the end of the bus line. Sure enough, a little later we got to the train station (which had a big sign in English), and everyone on the bus got off.

On the way up to the station we passed a really great recycling bin. It had two different receptacles: one for “Recycled” items and the other for “Organism.” Awesome. We should have recycling bins in public places in the US for “Organism,” and not just to be funny.

We purchased “standing” tickets for the 8 AM 2-hour bullet train to Chengdu (what a nice surprise: Lonely Planet only knew about the 4-hour train or 6-hour bus), but were seated by a conductor shortly after the train left the station. Several other standing passengers, but not all, were given seats.

We are on the train as I write this. This is a really nice train, probably the nicest train either of us has been on in our entire lives. The scenery is lovely too; mostly rice paddies and ducks (because if you are growing rice, ducks rather than chickens, are the fowl to raise). There are also terraced hills of wheat. We are speeding by it though, and we are constantly going through tunnels that make our ears pop!

From Chengdu


From Chengdu


From Chengdu


From Chengdu


Later...

While we got into Chengdu early in the day and checked into our hostel (The Loft) before lunch, we ended up taking a rest day: napping in the afternoon and watching Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and Up in the evening in the hostel's very nice DVD room.

We didn't know when we booked it via email from our boat (the internet access on the Kindle is so useful), but The Loft is a Hostelling International Hostel. Josh's membership had lapsed, so we bought him a new membership for 50 Yuan ($8, much cheaper, I think, than a membership purchased State-side), while Mary has lifetime membership already (thanks Mom!). This is our first Hostelling International hostel of the trip. Actually, it's also our second hostel of the trip, as hostels are almost non-existent everywhere else we've been. However, they are really big in China. According to Lonely Planet, if you want budget accommodations, your best bet is hostels, which typically are geared toward international travelers and generally English is spoken, and the Hostelling International hostels are the best of those. At the next step up to midrange accommodations are Chinese guesthouses, which are typically geared toward Chinese travelers, and may lack English signs or English speaking staff. Top end are, of course, international many-starred hotels.

Anyway, our hostel experiences on this trip have been very good so far. Prior to this trip, the only hostel Josh and I have stayed in together was one in the Cotswolds in England, which we rejected at first because all their double and twin rooms were taken, then went back when we found that all the affordable double and twin rooms in the whole town were taken. That night we stayed in separate men's and women's dormitories, which is kind of annoying especially since we don't tend to pack for staying in separate rooms. Here it seems that while there are sometimes segregated dorms (especially women-only dorms), there are normally also mixed-gender dorms, which is what we have in Chengdu (doubles and twins were full), which makes the whole dormitory accommodation experience much nicer traveling as a mixed-gender couple.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Yangtze River – Fengdu, Card Games, River Tam Kills Everyone

We were woken up in the morning at 6:30 AM by loud music and announcements over the PA. After getting ready, our cabin mates disappeared while we were still groggily trying to figure out why they woke us up so early. Looking out the window, we saw Shibaozhai pagoda go by as we heard more announcements. This confirmed to us that we were past the Three Gorges and into what Lonely Planet describes as not very interesting territory, with at least 3 hours before arriving in Fengdu, where we were to stop for sightseeing.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


Mary amused herself trying to read the Chinese schedule left behind by our cabin mates, and was pleased to be able to identify the symbols for Fengdu by comparing with Lonely Planet, and was pleased to determine the duration of our stay there by comparing the duration mentioned on the stop with dinner last night with the one for Fengdu.

We braved the provided boiling water for cup-of-noodles for Josh and coffee for Mary. Hopefully it won't make us sick. Though we've already had plenty of more sketchy things to eat and drink, so if we do get sick, we're not going to blame it on the boat water.

Spent most of the day playing cards, some on deck and some in our cabin. We also saw lots of other passengers playing cards. In fact, just about every available surface was in use playing cards. These are our sort of people! Oddly enough, they don't seem to deal cards, they seem to go around in a circle drawing one card each. It seems slow... but they were also sorting as they went, so it's probably about the same amount of time as how we do it back home.

When we arrived at Fengdu, the Ghost City, we verified with a few people the time we were supposed to be back at the boat, and then found our tour guide and group outside. While she was talking in Chinese to everyone, we stopped to buy a straw hat, and didn't notice when she moved on, since there were a bunch of guides talking to a bunch of groups in Chinese, and our guide is short, so we couldn't actually see her over all the other people in the group. When the group we were standing next to started moving, we realized we had the wrong guide! Up ahead we saw our guide and group aboard a bus, but couldn't join them, as we didn't have a ticket or know where to get one!

After some discussion, we found the ticket counter and purchased tickets for the bus up to the entrance. We were a little surprised, but very relieved, to find our guide waiting there for us with our tickets, having already sent everyone else on through.

We walked up the hill under the chairlift (for once not because we were too cheap to take the chairlift: we couldn't find where to get on), and ended up accidentally on a path that was closed with construction underway on the buildings along it. However, it was a pretty route up the hill and did eventually get us to the right place. The temples at the top seemed, as Lonely Planet had promised, like they were right out of a theme park... and not in a good way. We took our time since we had three hours until the boat was to leave.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


Then on our way out, we noticed the big map of Fengdu at the entrance, and saw there was a whole other half that we had completely missed! These temples and statues seemed more authentic somehow, and were certainly cooler.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


There was also a haunted house type tour thing, which we were encouraged to go on, but the guy wasn't sure if it was 2 hours or 2 minutes (not sure which word to use), so we gave it a shot and after 10 minutes found an intermediate exit—we didn't have anywhere near 2 hours left before the boat departed, more like 20 minutes!

From Three Gorges


We played more cards in the evening and were amused by the movie that our cabin mates were watching. It seemed to be a Chinese version of “River Tam Beats Up Everyone.” It was actually pretty easy to follow even without speaking Chinese, as there was very little dialog. Plus, some of it was in English: the bad guys were the CIA, and while they spoke Chinese, everyone pronounced CIA in English. Oh, yeah, and one of the starring actors was David Wu, which the Oregonians should appreciate.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Food and Language

If you had asked me before I left the US, I would have told you that I spoke no Thai, no Hindi, and no Chinese. I would have said the same thing after 6 weeks in India and 2 and a half weeks in Thailand. Now I know better.

At American Thai and Indian restaurants, dish names are typically listed in Thai or Hindi. So if you go to such restaurants regularly (as we do), you learn the names of your favorite foods in Thai and Hindi. So I actually do speak enough Thai and Hindi to ask for food that I like, which makes a world of difference when traveling in foreign parts. In Thailand we typically walked up to a street vendor and asked for whatever we wanted by its Thai name. When our food came, we handed over 100 bhat and got between 30 and 40 bhat in change. It was that easy. In India there was normally a menu written in an alphabet we could read, sometimes with English translations, not that we needed them.

In American Chinese restaurants, you only get the English translation of the food name, with no lesson in Mandarin. Plus, a lot of our favorite American-Chinese dishes don't even exist in China... so, um, good luck ordering when you get to China.

We eventually found the page in Lonely Planet that had common Chinese dishes written out in English and Chinese characters. At many restaurants we ordered by pointing to dishes on this page until we got to something that they served. Pointing to things other people were eating also worked pretty well... when it worked at all.

Yangtze River – Shennong Stream, Wu Gorge, Fengjie, Adventures in Ordering Chinese

Having traveled through what is supposed to be the least interesting of the Three Gorges during the night, the day started early with a 5:30 AM wakeup call so we could be ready to go on the excursion up Shennong Stream by 6:30 AM. Our tour guide came to get us and gave us tickets and we followed everyone else onto a smaller ship, which took us around an hour up the Shennong Stream, through some dramatic scenery. Being the only white people on board, we got a decent amount of attention, and quite a few people wanted to take their pictures with us... though it wasn't as bad as in India.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


Next we transferred into smaller boats of around 30 people, with 5 guys working the ores and rudder, and a different tour guide providing Chinese commentary and entertainment (singing). The other passengers also sung some songs, and at one point asked us to sing something, but we were a little slow on the uptake and the moment passed before we acted.

From Three Gorges


They paddled us up to some minor rapids, then the guys hopped off and started dragging the boat up to the top of the rapids before we turned around and returned. All in all, the rapids were pretty lame, and our American sensibilities don't sit very well with sitting around on a boat being pulled up stream at great effort by 4 guys. Wouldn't it have made more sense for the 30 of us to get off and walk the 30 feet up stream? I mean really, it wouldn't have been such a hard walk.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


After lunch and a brief nap, we went up onto the sun deck of our ship to watch Wu Gorge go by. It was lovely, but eventually we had to go back below because it was just too hot out in the sun. We played some cards (bid bridge hands) to pass the time after we got tired of looking out the window.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


After a while our cabin mates told us (though hand gestures, pointing to stuff on their schedule, and entries in our Lonely Planet—they don't speak English) that the boat was stopping at Fengjie for 2 hours. Our tour guide brought her English-speaking friend by and tried to sell us 90 Yuan ($14 tickets) to something, we think a fancy meal on the boat, but it could have been the excursion that didn't sound very interesting in Lonely Planet. We spent a while wandering around Fengjie looking for somewhere to eat dinner. The street food mostly didn't look appetizing, and the restaurants were all empty (a little early for dinner) and had no English or photo menus, so we didn't know how to solve the ordering problem.

Eventually we sat down for a while and (after much frustration) found the section in Lonely Planet with common Chinese dishes written out in English and Chinese characters, then chose a restaurant and pointed to stuff in Lonely Planet until we had two things that she said they served: Sweet and Sour Pork, and Fried Rice with Egg. The sweet and sour pork ended up being a big plate of bacon, cubes of pork fat, bell pepper chunks, and okra, with nothing that seemed like sweet and sour sauce. However, it was the best bacon we've had since leaving the US. The fried rice with egg seemed to just be white rice, fried egg, oil, and salt, but it was some of the best fried egg we've had in a while to. So all in all the meal was a quite a lot like breakfast for dinner, but much enjoyed nevertheless.

Shortly after we got back and before the boat was supposed to leave, our guide stopped by to verify that we'd made it back. For all that she doesn't know any English, or seem to have any interest in attempting to communicate non-verbally, she has been looking after us quite nicely.

From Three Gorges


The boat ended up staying at the dock until it got dark, which is a pity as the final of the Three Gorges started immediately after Fengjie and was only like 7 km long. We hung out on the sun deck for a while, but couldn't see much. It was a full moon, but misty enough that we weren't getting much moonlight. Oh well.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Travel Days – Hong Kong to Three Gorges Cruise

Got up early, checked out of our hotel, and arrived at the train station 5 minutes late for the train we wanted to be on (really, we didn't realize we needed to be there 10 minutes early for immigration). Sat around playing cards for an hour and a half waiting for the next train. Then took the 2-hour train into mainland China. Turns out there are 3 train stations in Guangzhou, and we didn't arrive at the one from which the train goes to Yichang. So we took the metro through downtown to the correct train station, but walked all over the subway station looking for the right exit to get us to the train station, and then walked all over the outside of the train station in the rain looking for the entrance, then looking for the place to buy tickets, as you cannot go into the station without a ticket. By the time we got to the ticket counter, it was maybe 30 minutes before our train was to leave, so we didn't really expect to be able to get sleeper accommodations (in India, they stop selling those at least 2 hours ahead of time so they can “chart”, or assign bunks, plus we were worried about them selling out). But after some confusion about where we wanted to go (Yichang rhymes with gong, and Chinese being a tonal language, even though we got all the consonants right, the ticket seller had no idea where we were talking about until we wrote it down), we were able to get hard sleeper bunks. Yay!

We got some lunch and tried to get some money from an ATM, but it wouldn't take our card. We were almost out of local cash after buying our train tickets. The train ride was pleasant enough, and we even slept pretty well. Hard sleeper class in China is a lot like 3A in India, or maybe even a half step above. The scenery was very nice.

From Three Gorges


Upon arrival in Yichang, we discovered that Lonely Planet failed to provide us with a map for this city. It did say what bus to take to the docks, but not where to catch it. We tried to get directions, but of course, nobody spoke English except the taxi driver who wanted to take us. Eventually we found a city bus stop, but still didn't know if the #4 bus we got on there would be going in the right direction. We eventually realized that the name of the Ferry Terminal was written out in Chinese characters in Lonely Planet next to the English, and showed that to another person waiting for the bus. She indicated that we needed bus 4 and that it would come here. Showing the Chinese character name on board the bus to other passengers helped us to get off at the right place.

We spent a while wandering around different travel agents trying to find tickets on a Chinese cruise boat up the Three Gorges with the kind of schedule/stops that we wanted. Thinking we'd found what we wanted, we headed out in search of an international ATM. Everywhere else in the world we've ever been, you can go to pretty much any ATM and withdraw cash with your regular ATM card from home. This is not the case in China, though there are occasional international ATMs that will take common US debit cards. Eventually we found one, but our credit union card still didn't work. Will need to call them about that, sometime during business hours in the USA... probably they forgot that we are in China and deactivated the card for suspicious transactions. Our “backup” checking account from Madison did work, thank goodness! We didn't bring as much emergency cash as we should have, and have spent a decent fraction of it...

Stopped by a supermarket on our way back to the docks to buy food for our cruise (eating the food on the boat is not recommended—it's supposed to be lousy and expensive). Also stopped for lunch. Upon being offered a menu entirely in Chinese (but seeing from it that the prices were reasonable), we ordered by pointing at some good-looking dishes on another table. When we asked the price, it seemed too low, but we paid and got our change, so it must have been right. When the food came out though, it all made sense: the meat dish was actually tofu, and the vegetables were lettuce (steamed lettuce!). Fortunately we like tofu, steamed lettuce, and tomato-egg drop soup. Actually, it was really quite excellent.

Upon arriving back at the ticket agent we intended to buy from, we asked about maybe just purchasing a ticket as far as Wanzhou instead of going all the way to Chongqing to save ourselves some time (there's not so much to see after Wanzhou), and discovered that the boat he was trying to sell us tickets on got to Wanzhou in the morning the day after leaving Yichang in the evening... so this boat was, in fact, the boat that Lonely Planet had told us to make sure to avoid: the one that travels through the scenic portion of the Three Gorges in the dead of night! He still wanted to sell us a ticket, but his tickets for the cruise boats seemed too expensive and the language barrier and previous confusion was making us worry that we could end up on entirely the wrong kind of boat.

We went back to another agent where there was better English spoken and discussed all the details we could think to ask about on the boat ride she was selling us. Everything seemed right, except for the price (800 Yuan each for a private cabin), which was low enough to make the “too good to be true” alarm bells go off in our heads. A good price should have been at least 1050 Yuan each for a private cabin. But we couldn't find anything that seemed wrong in her answers, so we booked it. Four hours before departure, you can have the price drop dramatically to fill up the last few spaces. She told us that safe drinking water would be expensive on the boat, so we left our bags behind the counter and went out to purchase drinking water. As we were wandering around looking for a public toilet, she showed up completely out of breath, evidently having been running around looking for us. When she caught her breath, she said that she had accidentally sold us second class tickets on the boat (same room except 4 people in one cabin in bunk beds), with first class tickets being 1000 Yuan. This was honestly a little bit of a relief, since we'd known that the price she was quoting us was too good to be true and couldn't figure out what was wrong with what she was selling. We asked if we could pay the difference, but sadly first class was sold out, so that wasn't an option unless we wanted to wait around a day. We decided we'd rather another day in Xi'an or Beijing than a private cabin.

For dinner, we went to a noodle stand where they where Dad was making fresh noodles by stretching hunks of amazing dough many times into long thin noodles (screw getting a Kitchenaid noodle-maker, I just need a recipe for dough like that!), and Son was waiting tables and calling to passersby like us. He also took our photo with his cell phone once we had our food. It's so weird being such a celebrity. Even though we were across the street from where the international river cruise boats let off their international passengers, I don't think this stand sees many white customers.

We also killed some time sitting around in the waterfront park watching a couple of musical groups who seemed to be having rehearsals.

From Three Gorges


The logistics after leaving the ticket agent and getting going were a little more complicated. We got a receipt when we paid (which we promptly misplaced), and no ticket. The agent with good English went off her shift shortly after we bought our ticket (we ran into her on the street on her way home), and we were delivered to our guide by another agent who spoke enough English to explain to us that we didn't need tickets because our tickets were in the guide's head. It turns out our guide speaks no English whatsoever, and we are the only white people on the whole cruise ship. Lonely Planet and WikiTravel had told us to expect this, but normally when we are told to expect that, we show up and find the place has been “discovered” and is now a popular stop on the western tourist trail. So it's really pretty cool that this one hasn't been yet.

We spent a long while on a bus traveling first to a place where we saw a show about the history of the Three Gorges. The travel agent had assured us that even though this was going to be in Chinese, we wanted to see it for the music and dancing. We were skeptical but it was included in the package that we otherwise wanted. However, she turned out to be quite right. Even though we couldn't understand the words, it was quite engaging and the dancing was phenomenal. They basically made a Broadway-like musical out of the Three Gorges history, and the backdrop was a giant rear-projection movie screen showing old photos and videos of the historic things being presented, so we weren't totally clueless as to what was going on.

From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


From Three Gorges


Then we took buses to our boat and got on and went to bed. Unfortunately figuring out all the logistics took so long that even though we were in Yichang from 8 AM until 5 PM, we didn't have time to go the hour each way to see the Three Gorges Dam. Though we're guessing it looks a lot like a dam.

From Three Gorges

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Hong Kong – History Museum, Avenue of Stars Light Show

We slept in late and popped over to the HK history museum. Unlike the HK art museum, this was quite big, and we spent the better part of the day there. When they say history, they mean the whole thing, starting with geologic formation of the Chinese coast, and terminating with the British/Chinese handoff of Hong Kong and the associated territories in 1997. The first half focused on geologic, prehistoric, and pre-British HK, much of which isn't that different from many other exhibits the world over. However, Mary was fascinated with the salt-making description, which involved evaporation the seawater until it had a very high salt concentration, then adding a little dry salt to get the super-saturated salt to precipitate out. Previously thought you had to boil off all the water to get salt, but I imagine this “wet pan” method results in less other sea crap in your salt. I know at least one person reading my blog makes her own sea salt, is this the method you use?

The second half showed a lot more about the city post-British and talked a little about the war; Britain acquired HK in the first Opium War. Britain wanted Chinese goods, but the Chinese required that the British pay in gold or silver, and didn't seem to want any of the British goods themselves. (Sound familiar?) So the British sold opium illegally in China, which they manufactured in India somewhere. The Chinese took offense at this, and attacked some British ships, which sent in the British troops. Britain got HK and opened up a lot of Chinese ports. Eventually, tea seeds and silk worms were smuggled out of the country. While China didn't want or need British goods, the British must have had something of value that allowed them to dominate China militarily. Mary, who has been reading American Theocracy, thinks this is coal.

Another section of the museum discussed the Japanese occupation. The Japanese relocated 1m out of 1.6m citizens of HK into Mainland China for lack of food. Over the several years that they held HK, they tried to indoctrinate the citizens in Japanese culture. The Japanese were trying to create a “Greater East-Asia Co-prosperity Sphere.” That's great, but doing it by force is tacky.

The hand-off from Britain to China is presented in an entirely positive light. For China, it was probably a very important diplomatic victory. We'll see what happens in HK in 2047 when it no longer has to be economically free.

Well, the history museum took a lot longer than we thought, so we decided not to go out to Lamma, the car-less island (aside: most of HK is actually green space). It would have been nice, but we didn't want to push our schedule. We went to dinner unsuccessfully, and then picked up some groceries to picnic on. Then we went to the “Avenue of the Stars” (a Hollywood walk of fame for HK movie stars) from which is a good place to see the light show that goes on between HK and Kowloon (mainland stretch of land near HK). We were a tad late and it was short, but we did see some of it, and the city lights were nice too. Then we walked for an hour and chatted over topics such as prostitution, laptops, dating, and whatever else came to mind.

From Hong Kong

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Hong Kong – Art Museum, Victoria Peak

Started the morning trying to purchase onward train tickets to Yichang. After visiting several ticket agents and the train station, we established that there seemed to be only one ticket agent who could sell us the ticket we needed (no direct train from Hong Kong, need to cross the border into Mainland China first), and at the prices they were asking for the ticket, we figured we could buy a Soft Sleeper ticket day-of at the station if they sold out of the cheaper Hard Sleeper tickets. Nevertheless, this killed the whole morning.

After lunch (uninspired chicken curry and beef with squash at the Cultural Center), we went to the Art Museum. Of the four large exhibits, two were modern (one dreadful, the other just bad), one was a collection of very nice ink on scroll drawings of various landscapes that made Mary sad that we had to cut the Southern China portion of the trip, and the last was a fantastic pottery exhibit showing like 4 millennium of Chinese pottery.

From Hong Kong


After the museum, we took the Star Ferry over to Hong Kong Island and wondered up to the Peak Tram station. While the walk was about a kilometer or so, we did it almost without crossing any streets. How did we manage that in the middle of a big city? By using the extensive elevated “sidewalks” (think pedestrian overpasses, only you don't have to return to street level between crossings). We were incredibly impressed! What an incredibly walkable city! Again, this totally reminded Mary of Coruscant.

From Hong Kong


Along the way we passed through a court building with nice stained glass windows, and past the court of last appeal, which amused us.

From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong


Once we finally did run out of elevated sidewalk, we explored the European cathedral and a nearby little park with a great fake-waterfall fountain.

From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong


The Peak Tram was much more crowded and touristy than we'd anticipate, making us wish we'd come first thing in the morning. But it was worth it. It is a cable car, not unlike those in San Francisco... except it seemed steeper than any we've been on, it was really long, and gave amazing views of the city.

From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong


From the top of the tram line, we hiked a short but grueling way up to the actual peak, which gave great views over the back of Hong Kong Island, but pretty much no views at all of downtown.

From Hong Kong


Then we hiked all the way back down to the Star Ferry, which was grueling in a different way: mostly on the knees. At first we wondered about the strange texture of the rock of the mountain, but part way down we found graffiti requesting that the concrete be removed from Victoria Peak. And on closer inspection we saw that we were in fact looking at concrete, covered in moss, and with holes were it was put around existing trees. This must be for erosion control, which must be a huge concern with such a steep peak practically in downtown Hong Kong, but it is presumably just awful for the local eco-system.

From Hong Kong


Josh liked the graffiti. Apparently the symbol is from Half Life 2, a computer game he plays.

From Hong Kong


After, we tried to get Dim Sum from two different places recommended by Lonely Planet. The first only serves Dim Sum at lunch, and since there was an event going on we couldn't eat there without a reservation anyway. At the second we waited almost an hour for a table before giving up and going to the grocery store instead.

Did see some pretty buildings while we were at it though.

From Hong Kong

Friday, April 23, 2010

Hong Kong - Arrival, Chung King Mansion

Uneventful flight to Hong Kong. We chatted with a British couple on the bus to our guesthouse in Chung King Mansion. They were a week late returning home from their 2 week Hong Kong vacation due to the volcano, and had been at the airport trying to figure out when they could go home.

From Hong Kong


When we arrived at Chung King Mansion, Mary felt like she'd arrived on Coruscant. For those of you not up on your Star Wars, Coruscant is the capital of the galaxy and the whole planet is one big city of buildings built on top on each other so deep that no one knows quite how far down the ground is. It was the big city planet featured in the prequels, but it is also featured extensively in the books that Mary was always reading in high school, and Coruscant was a bit of an obsession
of hers.

Chung King Mansion is a large run-down high rise that has been subdivided into many independent guesthouses and other businesses catering to tourists. It's not in the backpacker district, it is the backpacker district. It's a whole little multilevel indoor city! It gets a bit of a bad rap on WikiTravel, some saying it is a badge of honor to stay, and others saying it is a horrible memory.
The consensus was that it was funky and the touts were bad. So we were prepared for the worst and pleasantly surprised. The great thing about traveling to India is that everywhere else just seems so nice and up scale in comparison.

For comparison, here's a drawing of Coruscant, compared with Chung King.

From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong


From Hong Kong

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Singapore - Running Errands

Nothing much on the agenda for today except getting ready to head to China. Late last night we ordered "Lonely Planet China" and "Globetrotter Highlights of Cairo and Luxor" from GuideGecko.com, which does next day deliveries of select guidebooks to our hostel on Wednesdays. The Kindles have not been working out so well for guidebooks... the technology just isn't there for paging through a reference book like you want to with a guidebook, looking at the maps is almost impossible, and if you have to show your tuk-tuk driver the address of where you want to go, as soon as you pull out your Kindle you look like even more of a rich tourist sucker than you did before.

Anyhow, we spent time packing up and getting ready to mail some stuff home. It turns out that the price is fixed for surface mail up to 5kg to the US, which is significantly more than we had to mail or wanted to spend. So we're holding off on that for now.

For lunch we had Hakka Abacus Seed, which was very good. And of course raised the question of whether you could plant one of the seeds in the dish and grow an abacus. The seeds sure looked like the beads of an abacus. Some research on the internet says no--abacus beads are traditionally made of stone, while abacus seeds in this dish are made of yam and named for their appearance. Will have to try making this when we get home, as it was so good. This looks like exactly what we ate.

We also purchased a watch for Josh. He finally found the watch I was going to get for him for his birthday in a store so we could see it in person, and it really didn't look as good as it did in the photos online. And looked crazy big on him. So we got a different watch, which was nicer.

From Singapore


Then we changed the rest of our Thai Baht and Malaysian Ringgit into Hong Kong Dollars and Chinese Yuan.

For dinner we dropped in at a Thai place and had our best Pad See Ewe of the trip, and some amazing pepper pork.

We spent the evening relaxing, reading about Egypt and Hong Kong, and watching the news about the violence in Bangkok, which seems to be getting worse.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Singapore - Art Museum and Botanic Gardens

After a morning spent purchasing the last two long hauls of our trip (China-Cairo on May 13, Istanbul-Portland on July 8), we went to the Singapore Art Museum.

The first exhibit was about realism, which is a modern Western import in Asian art, and how it was used in many cases to portray social messages and show social injustice.

Most of the rest of the museum was modern art, much of it not very good (well, that's what I think of most modern art actually). However, there was one rather large exhibit that we did like, showcasing the art of FX Harsono, a particularly influential modern artist from Indonesia. We weren't allowed to take photos in the museum, but in particular we liked the table set with butterflies. Here it is pictured in Nafas Art Magazine: Bon Appetit, 2008, FX Harsono.

Housed in another building was a set of galleries containing large alternate medium modern art. It included such things as a collection of broken glass washed up by the tide, a structure of rice bowls that was supposed to somehow be about eating and death, and a tiger-rocking chair-red ribbon piece opposing the traditional use of ground up tiger penis to renew potency in old people. Perhaps I'd like these things better if I didn't lack the cultural background to understand them without long-winded explanations. I did like the one that had a bunch of female body parts spelled out in words on the floor with pubic hair, and the one with the old-looking bust of a deity placed atop a cardboard cutout of a provocative young woman in (not very much) Western dress.

After the museum, which didn't take nearly as long as we expected, we found dinner and then took a bus up to the Botanic Gardens, which are open until midnight. They were well lit and still reasonably full of joggers taking advantage of the comparative cool of the evening at 8-9pm when we were there. It was really quite nice for a quiet romantic stroll.

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Oh, yeah, and we had "carrot cake" for lunch, which is rather a different dish over here than it is back home.

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