2009 08-09 – Beijing
I'm not a big fan of shopping, but it has to be done at times and curiosity is a good enough reason, so thank goodness for the concept of window shopping!
Wangfujing street, one of the trendiest places to shop in Beijing these days, is so well known that Chinese tour groups visit in little golf-cart trains. Sadly I didn't have my camera ready when I passed one, so don't have the photo evidence... you'll no doubt be able to imagine it though.
Just behind the mega-malls is a network of small lanes packed with small stall holders selling all kinds of stuff.
Window shopping here can be a bit testing – almost before you've even thought of having a closer look at the thing that caught your eye on the way by, there's a stall owner at your side, dizzying you with their incessant buzzing presentation of their goods and desperation to not let you go without a purchase. At this point comes the true power of a window shopper – with genuinely no need to buy, it's wonderfully easy to walk away after a price enquiry and listen to the price come tumbling down as you leave.
A shoe stall in the infamous Silk Market – the stall owners here have no compunction over grabbing a would-be customer and man-handling them to consider their wares!
Panjiayuan Market is a vast weekend antique flea market, selling pretty much every Chinese cultural item you could imagine.
I'm not sure that everything sold under these parasols were genuine antiques... to my untrained eye, some items looked like they'd been recently buried and dug up!
The parking lot for the retailers:
I loved the sight of these tricycle wagons and the various uses they were put to.
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Monday, 31 January 2011
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Capital Curiosities
2009 08-09 – Beijing
Just a bunch of interesting stuff sighted around the city
Iconic, cliché, but bears repeating I think.
I'd not previously thought of kite flying as a way to chill out.
There's nothing sensible anyone can say about this, it's just plain wrong!
But as strange as the dog with jeans was, I was more taken aback on a late night walk home from a club, when I passed a man walking his goose!
No that's not a metaphor!
No it wasn't the alcohol and no the goose didn't have a lead, but its owner did walk in such a way as to protect it from over-curious passers by, be they man or beast!
What better time to revise your algebra than when stuck in traffic?! Very practical.
How many young Chinese men does it take to hoover the road?... Three apparently.
Lets hope they really were measuring pollution levels or something useful like that.
I have never before walked into a shop to such a simultaneously horrific and comedic greeting!
These cheeky chops reminded me of the Ren & Stimpy episode A Yard Too Far... thankfully, in the real world of that particular Chinese shop, there was no sign of an over-amorous guard baboon!
Just a bunch of interesting stuff sighted around the city
Iconic, cliché, but bears repeating I think.
I'd not previously thought of kite flying as a way to chill out.
There's nothing sensible anyone can say about this, it's just plain wrong!
But as strange as the dog with jeans was, I was more taken aback on a late night walk home from a club, when I passed a man walking his goose!
No that's not a metaphor!
No it wasn't the alcohol and no the goose didn't have a lead, but its owner did walk in such a way as to protect it from over-curious passers by, be they man or beast!
What better time to revise your algebra than when stuck in traffic?! Very practical.
How many young Chinese men does it take to hoover the road?... Three apparently.
Lets hope they really were measuring pollution levels or something useful like that.
I have never before walked into a shop to such a simultaneously horrific and comedic greeting!
These cheeky chops reminded me of the Ren & Stimpy episode A Yard Too Far... thankfully, in the real world of that particular Chinese shop, there was no sign of an over-amorous guard baboon!
Hostel Hopping
2009 08-09 – Beijing
I had planned to stay in the Beijing for a month, so that I could get used to being in China and learn a little Chinese, but being such a big city, and consequently having many places to stay, I couldn't help but think there must be better places out there than the hostel I was in for my first four days in the city, booked by Sundowners as the final stage of my Moscow to Beijing trip. The problem is, once you've moved and started the 'grass is greener' mentality, it's difficult to stop and during the 30 days I was there, I ended up staying in five different hostels!
Here's the most picturesque:
Sadly the toilets and showers needed some more work and so I didn't stay too long here.
I had planned to stay in the Beijing for a month, so that I could get used to being in China and learn a little Chinese, but being such a big city, and consequently having many places to stay, I couldn't help but think there must be better places out there than the hostel I was in for my first four days in the city, booked by Sundowners as the final stage of my Moscow to Beijing trip. The problem is, once you've moved and started the 'grass is greener' mentality, it's difficult to stop and during the 30 days I was there, I ended up staying in five different hostels!
Here's the most picturesque:
Sadly the toilets and showers needed some more work and so I didn't stay too long here.
Cooking at the Hutong
2009 08-09 – Beijing
Keen to engage in Chinese culture in as many ways as possible, I was happy to find some cooking classes at The Hutong. Sadly I was never involved in a tea party in their cute little tea room:
To prevent us novices from slowing down the show, plenty of preparation had been done for us,
but we still got make our own special blend:
Our finished dumplings and salad:
My not-too-bad (but far from pro) attempt at hand-pulled noodles:
Mmmm!
Three Cups Chicken! Don't ask me why it's called that, but it's Taiwanese and really tastey!
One of the friendly chefs teaching, Tina, has culinary expertise running in her family. Her father is a chef improving international relations with his diplomatic dishes at the American Embassy.
A couple of Sichuan dishes.
Keen to engage in Chinese culture in as many ways as possible, I was happy to find some cooking classes at The Hutong. Sadly I was never involved in a tea party in their cute little tea room:
To prevent us novices from slowing down the show, plenty of preparation had been done for us,
but we still got make our own special blend:
Our finished dumplings and salad:
My not-too-bad (but far from pro) attempt at hand-pulled noodles:
Mmmm!
Three Cups Chicken! Don't ask me why it's called that, but it's Taiwanese and really tastey!
One of the friendly chefs teaching, Tina, has culinary expertise running in her family. Her father is a chef improving international relations with his diplomatic dishes at the American Embassy.
A couple of Sichuan dishes.
Out with the Old, In with the New Old
2009 08 – Beijing
Having gone through the convulsions of revolution and a violent and destructive denouncement of the old order, China now seems to be hastily doing what it can to protect and preserve some of its historical identity. Governmental opinion on the best way to protect and preserve for the future seems to be: rebuild or renovate until 'as new'.
Aside from the cultural icons, Beijing is architecturally known for its hutongs (alleys) and there are big efforts to make the central and famous hutongs as pretty as possible.
A couple of typical hutongs:
A side alley and doorway off the trendy Nanluoguxiang:
A couple of hutongs in Qianmen area getting their facelift:
Looking north up the new, late-but-nearly-complete, old Qianmen district:
Further up the street at the more commercial end.
I'm sure Walt Disney would be proud.
Having gone through the convulsions of revolution and a violent and destructive denouncement of the old order, China now seems to be hastily doing what it can to protect and preserve some of its historical identity. Governmental opinion on the best way to protect and preserve for the future seems to be: rebuild or renovate until 'as new'.
Aside from the cultural icons, Beijing is architecturally known for its hutongs (alleys) and there are big efforts to make the central and famous hutongs as pretty as possible.
A couple of typical hutongs:
A side alley and doorway off the trendy Nanluoguxiang:
A couple of hutongs in Qianmen area getting their facelift:
Looking north up the new, late-but-nearly-complete, old Qianmen district:
Further up the street at the more commercial end.
I'm sure Walt Disney would be proud.
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Friday, 7 January 2011
Temple of Heaven
2009 08 27 - Day 62 – Beijing
Following a clear, hot and sunny morning, the heavens had other ideas for the day. Clouds rolled in, the sky darkened and, by the time I arrived at the Temple of Heaven south entrance, the rain had begun to fall. As if from nowhere, umpteen hawkers produced umbrellas for sale. The air still balmy and the gently spattering warm rain, I resisted the urge to buy immediately – only 30 RMB (£3) they insisted. The wind was starting to gust a bit more and the possibility of a deluge seemed to increase – only 20 RMB! – I raised a brow. The rain hadn't really picked up though and with the wind came the diminished value of an umbrella. My bag was waterproof. I imagined I'd dry off ok and kept walking. 15... 10! I laughed at such rapid discounts, unswayed. The final hawker in tow made a last gasp whisper in my ear: 5 RMB! Incredible! Having set my mind, I bought my ticket, took my chance and laughed goodbye to the hawker, hoping I'd got it right.
Within minutes the heavens acquiesced, ending the rain and having the winds begin to blow away the grey.
The Imperial Vault of Heaven
Inside the Imperial Vault of Heaven
The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests
The Temple of Heaven complex is set in a well groomed park enjoyed for recreation by many locals, primarily for playful physical or musical exercise.
Following a clear, hot and sunny morning, the heavens had other ideas for the day. Clouds rolled in, the sky darkened and, by the time I arrived at the Temple of Heaven south entrance, the rain had begun to fall. As if from nowhere, umpteen hawkers produced umbrellas for sale. The air still balmy and the gently spattering warm rain, I resisted the urge to buy immediately – only 30 RMB (£3) they insisted. The wind was starting to gust a bit more and the possibility of a deluge seemed to increase – only 20 RMB! – I raised a brow. The rain hadn't really picked up though and with the wind came the diminished value of an umbrella. My bag was waterproof. I imagined I'd dry off ok and kept walking. 15... 10! I laughed at such rapid discounts, unswayed. The final hawker in tow made a last gasp whisper in my ear: 5 RMB! Incredible! Having set my mind, I bought my ticket, took my chance and laughed goodbye to the hawker, hoping I'd got it right.
Within minutes the heavens acquiesced, ending the rain and having the winds begin to blow away the grey.
The Imperial Vault of Heaven
Inside the Imperial Vault of Heaven
The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests
The Temple of Heaven complex is set in a well groomed park enjoyed for recreation by many locals, primarily for playful physical or musical exercise.
The Forbidden City
2009 08 24 - Day 59 – Beijing
Forewarned that The Forbidden City can be overrun with tourists and visiting can easily warrant a day, and possibly more, I arrived early and with a belly full of breakfast.
Far from forbidden, the first set of gates were open! So in I walked and strolled straight passed the Forbidden Guards, who seemed to be more interested in running in circles than forbidding people.
The Meridian Gate proved a bit more challenging, with tour groups, queues, barriers and tickets counters.
Of course, none of these barriers were any match for my powers of tourism, and each were overcome with ease. Once inside, the Imperial stream, slithering through the courtyard in its crafted stone cutting, was a worthy distraction, before I confronted the Gate of Supreme Harmony.
In search of good photos, and perhaps guided by the hands of Emperors past, who must be disgusted by the number of commoners passing through the central gate these days, I made my way through the west entrance. Only later did I realise what a happy accident that turned out to be – all the tour groups go through the centre, which, by the forces of gravity no doubt, means pretty much everyone goes through the centre! This meant I found myself almost alone out on the wings of the city.
While not so forbidden any more, the place is definitely a city and, with 980 buildings linked by narrow alleys, its a good place to explore.
Some un-renovated wood still exists if you hunt around and keep your eyes peeled:
Following Lonely Planet's recommendation for the Palace Museum's Hall of Clocks twice-daily chiming performance, I made sure I didn't have to walk half way across the city to get there on time.
One of the biggest clocks on display:
Sadly not in action though.
Many of the ornate and intricate clocks came from Switzerland, Britain and France, who were, for some time, the leading practitioners of the art. Like so many things, the Chinese learned from these Imperial gifts and became master clocksmiths themselves.
The performing clocks:
Its great to see such fine craftsmanship working as intended and I'd say it was definitely worth structuring my day around the chiming performance in order to catch it.
The special feature of the clock on the far right above is to telescope upwards to celebrate the passing of time:
Many of the smaller buildings in the city follow a traditional courtyard layout. The entrance to the courtyard typically requires you to 'mind your step':
With such big doors and the barrier immediately inside, I couldn't help but think this place would be great for surprise parties!
As the day wore on and my feet wore out, I made my way back to the central north-south thoroughfare to see some of the main palaces and halls with the thinning out (mostly Chinese) tourist hoards.
The view north to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
One of several throne rooms. I forget which hall or palace this one occupied.
The Hall of Central Harmony preceding the Hall of Preserving Harmony.
I finished my visit exiting the city through the northern Gate of Divine Might, which left me perfectly at the foot of Jingshan Hill. After a small but reasonable entrance fee of 2 Yuan (20p) and a short but steep climb, I was rewarded with a commanding view back south across the city:
Though the smog would like to forbid it!
The park entrance fee was small enough and the view good enough that I returned at the end of a clearer day:
Forewarned that The Forbidden City can be overrun with tourists and visiting can easily warrant a day, and possibly more, I arrived early and with a belly full of breakfast.
Far from forbidden, the first set of gates were open! So in I walked and strolled straight passed the Forbidden Guards, who seemed to be more interested in running in circles than forbidding people.
The Meridian Gate proved a bit more challenging, with tour groups, queues, barriers and tickets counters.
Of course, none of these barriers were any match for my powers of tourism, and each were overcome with ease. Once inside, the Imperial stream, slithering through the courtyard in its crafted stone cutting, was a worthy distraction, before I confronted the Gate of Supreme Harmony.
In search of good photos, and perhaps guided by the hands of Emperors past, who must be disgusted by the number of commoners passing through the central gate these days, I made my way through the west entrance. Only later did I realise what a happy accident that turned out to be – all the tour groups go through the centre, which, by the forces of gravity no doubt, means pretty much everyone goes through the centre! This meant I found myself almost alone out on the wings of the city.
While not so forbidden any more, the place is definitely a city and, with 980 buildings linked by narrow alleys, its a good place to explore.
Some un-renovated wood still exists if you hunt around and keep your eyes peeled:
Following Lonely Planet's recommendation for the Palace Museum's Hall of Clocks twice-daily chiming performance, I made sure I didn't have to walk half way across the city to get there on time.
One of the biggest clocks on display:
Sadly not in action though.
Many of the ornate and intricate clocks came from Switzerland, Britain and France, who were, for some time, the leading practitioners of the art. Like so many things, the Chinese learned from these Imperial gifts and became master clocksmiths themselves.
The performing clocks:
Its great to see such fine craftsmanship working as intended and I'd say it was definitely worth structuring my day around the chiming performance in order to catch it.
The special feature of the clock on the far right above is to telescope upwards to celebrate the passing of time:
Many of the smaller buildings in the city follow a traditional courtyard layout. The entrance to the courtyard typically requires you to 'mind your step':
With such big doors and the barrier immediately inside, I couldn't help but think this place would be great for surprise parties!
As the day wore on and my feet wore out, I made my way back to the central north-south thoroughfare to see some of the main palaces and halls with the thinning out (mostly Chinese) tourist hoards.
The view north to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
One of several throne rooms. I forget which hall or palace this one occupied.
The Hall of Central Harmony preceding the Hall of Preserving Harmony.
I finished my visit exiting the city through the northern Gate of Divine Might, which left me perfectly at the foot of Jingshan Hill. After a small but reasonable entrance fee of 2 Yuan (20p) and a short but steep climb, I was rewarded with a commanding view back south across the city:
Though the smog would like to forbid it!
The park entrance fee was small enough and the view good enough that I returned at the end of a clearer day:
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