Shanghai Halloween

Hangzhou

Here we are back in Hangzhou, my favorite place in China.

Hangzhou was the capital of China in the Southern Song Dynasty (1127-1279). That’s about one thousand years ago. So you can probably figure out that it's a pretty important town. Marco Polo visited it in his travels.

There is a mountain called Precious Stone Hill (Baoshi Shan) with all of these big climbing rocks that is really fun. It is my favorite place in Hangzhou. We have seen it in the rain, heat and now crispy autumn air. On the mountain there is a famous pagoda called Baochu Pagoda. Dad painted a picture of it.

The rocks feel more solid than usual rocks and are excellent for climbing. Over time foot holes and hand notches were formed into the face of the handsome rocks and made them easier to climb. The last rock I climbed was the highest rock on the mountain. You could see for close to fifteen miles.

Anyway I was sitting on a rock writing in my journal when along came a group... or I should say horde of high school girls saying "oh look at the little boy it's so cute." IT!!! Really? This is supposed to be a fun climbing writing paradise not some fluffy cute bear petting zoo. I was thinking about going to get my dad's phone and calling the humane society but alas they were beginning to box me in. I panicked and ran for my life to the steepest and highest rock I could find scrambled up it and hid in a little notch for about 25 minutes.

Later on in the afternoon we went to the very fancy Louwailou restaurant on an island in famous West  Lake (which you can see from the rocks).

It was lunch hour and was as crowded as ever. In the restaurant you could get different assortments of dim sum, fish cooked with vinegar, chicken seasoned in mud and a hot fishy soup.

I got pork noodles from the dim sum menu and my parents got the fish, soup and tofu. They decided to show us the fish so we could approve of the size. They brought it forth in a glaring red bucket and when we nodded our heads cheerfully took it back into the kitchen and chopped its lovely head in two and stuck it in the frying pan with a bunch of sweet vinegar. 

  

After the busy morning we decided to go for a hand rowed pleasure ride on the lake. 

While we were riding along I looked and found several boat lantern buoys. They looked like the picture on the back of the one yuan bill. I told mom and dad about it. Suddenly the driver stated rummaging around in his money bag and eventually pulled out... a rabbit?... no a one yuan bill. He pointed to the Baochu Pagoda in the background and then pointed to the buoys.

For a cool 360 degree view of the boat lanterns, go to: http://www.360cities.net/image/hangzhou-three-pools-mirroring-the-moon - 195.76,14.03,67.2

The lake is beautiful for riding on and the fishermen caught the fish we ate in the lake as well. There was a gentle breeze as we crossed the lake in the boat. The waves were so soft that I felt like we were riding on air. The water was slightly warm and felt like cotton. I felt so free and before I knew it the ride was over.

Now we were stranded on some remote part of the city and didn’t have any means of transportation. All the cabs were taken, the boat ticket office was closed, the bus stop was too far away. We fell into a deep pit of despair.

Oh but we did pick up this cool transforming paper hat. 

  

                        lamp                            vase                                            
               

wine glass

                  king tut                     random sun hat pedestrian

So now stranded in uncharted territory the only thing we could do was get a taxi... a cycle taxi. 

We were able to cram onto the tricycle and get to a distant Starbucks where dad got a coffee.

As you can see we were moving pretty fast.

Then we walked down a long path to a cafe where we would have dinner and talk. On the crisp autumn night feeling the cool breeze we talked about what and how we would write to you when we got back.

Thank you for your time now here’s Mom.

Parker was so excited to get to the top of Baoshi Shan that he ran right up the steep steps that lead there. Peter and I followed more slowly, feeling old. When we were here three years ago, Peter had to carry Parker part of the way.

     

    

When we got to the top of the steps we saw dozens of families with small children, too young to be at school. It was a beautiful, cool day, and the kids were running crazily around, climbing on the rocks, and looking out over the boats on West Lake. 

 

A couple of butterflies fluttered over the bushes, even though there weren't many flowers left. Seeing them reminded me of a Chinese poem I'd recently read. 

Decorated Zither

Li Shangyin (813-858)     
 

            A decorated zither, for no reason, is made

            of fifty strings – one string, one peg,

            each reminiscent of the youthful years. . .

            Walking in the morning, Master Zhuang wonders

            whether he dreams of being a butterfly,

            or a butterfly dreams of being Master Zhuang.

            Wangdi, an ancient emperor, poured out his grief

            into the cuckoo cries in the spring.

            A pearl holds its tears

            against the bright moon on the blue ocean,

            a jade-induced mist arises under the warm sun

            over Lantian field. . .

            Oh, this feeling, to be recollected later

            in memories, is already confused.
 

(From Qiu Xiaolong, translator, 100 Poems from Tang and Song Dynasties.)
 

I will be fifty in February. Pretty old, huh. After I re-read the poem up on the mountain, I wrote one of my own. 
 

At the Bachu Pagoda  

Pamela Grundy (1962-)  

            Children's voices: high, swift-moving.

            Small feet on ancient steps

            patter.

            October butterflies dream

            of what?

            Parker has gone on ahead.

            Three times we have climbed these rocks.

            In rain, summer's heat

            now autumn cool.

            Mist covering West Lake.

            Boats still, as if fixed in time

            trying to remember.

            Snatch of song.

            Children's voices: high, swift-moving

            rise, then fade

            as they run by.  

Bicycles

In China every thing is so convenient. They have everything you could possibly think of right on the corner of the street inside your reach. Let's see: magazines, toilet plungers, various food items . . .  mobile bicycle garages. Yep they even have stands where they pump your bicycle tires for half a yuan.

Bicycles are the key mode of transportation. Cars are rarely owned by people, and when they are they are probably snooty rich young men and women who won't set their deluxe shined shoes into the wet market. Sure you might find a handful of respectable people but I doubt it.

Cats sure rest in the weirdest places here.

Several days ago we got some bikes. Dad got his bike at a shop far away from the shop I would get my bike at. I was not able to ride dad's bike because there was a big bar in the middle that I couldn’t get my leg over.

Here is dad's "Forever" bike all shiny and new soon to become all rusty and used.

Here we are buying some foot pads from a mobile bicycle garage so I can ride on the back of dad's bike.

Wheeeeeeeee!!!

We rode and rode and rode and rode to get to the shop where I would get my bike. The first bike I tried was too big but the next one was okay.

This Phoenix bicycle that I got looked very shiny and I could just get my leg over the bar and it was very comfortable and safe. In the days to come I would enjoy going for long rides with my dad or slowly cycling up to our local market. The guy that sold me my bicycle was kind and thought I could learn how to ride the bigger bicycle. I decided on the one I knew how to ride instantly but I liked how nice the guy was. After we bought the bike dad got the nice guy to put two locks on the back of it. Then we thanked him and made the long but now shorter ride home.

No texting while biking.

You can get mauled by anything here in China. You can die by the hands of cars, buses, couples on scooters, little girls on tricycles, kittens on motorbikes . . . heck there are far too many combinations for me to tell you. The whole point is if you are cycling here you follow two rules. One: the bigger vehicle wins and two: keep moving no mater what unless it's a red light. Cyclists travel in mobs here. You will never see one or two lone rangers. I swear that people travel in packs of at least twenty when riding bikes. Anyway to sum that up probably the best thing to do is go to plan B (when in Rome) when traveling in a cycle mob.  

A Thousand Ways to Die by Bicycle in Shanghai

Bikers waiting to pounce on your mouse-like body.

The motorcycle street gang... drive by he hee hee!!

The guy who got you and the old lady with the chair waiting for you to step in front.

The serious dad and the four year old Chinese chainsaw massacre girl. Watch out for sharp blades.

Bamboo sticks ready to impale you.

Mobile garden of death. Keep an eye out for Venus fly traps.

 

Motorized war zone (sandbags). Does he have a gun?

Grim reaper furniture. Danger! Beware of flying chairs.

Death chairs. Much bigger than they look.

BUS!!!!!

This is Pam

Riding a bicycle here can feel scary because there's so much to look out for. People are turning right and left on bikes, motor scooters and big tricycles, in cars, trucks and buses. Every vehicle goes a different speed, so people are always passing each other – bikes pass walkers, cars pass scooters, etc. The streets are full of honking and ringing bells. It's not like the U.S., when people usually honk when they're mad. People just honk to let other people know they're coming. If you're riding your bike and hear a horn behind you, you know that someone in a car or on a scooter is about to pass you. They're warning you not to make any sudden moves.

This set of traffic signs might give you a sense of how complicated Shanghai traffic is. How many different messages can you find in the signs?

You are constantly making adjustments – slowing a bit here, speeding up a little there, making slight shifts in direction ­– to avoid running into people. Other people make their own adjustments to keep from running into you. No one wears a helmet (except for Parker), and they pile everything imaginable onto their bikes – laundry, groceries, furniture, appliances, family members, pets. We've seen several scooters with dogs riding on them, although we were never quick enough to take a picture.

But in some ways it feels safer than riding a bicycle on the street in the U.S. because bicycles are so common. In the U.S. you often feel that people in cars either don't see bicycles or get irritated by them. Not here in China, where they're everywhere.

There are special lanes as well as signals for bikes. People don't always pay attention to them – the bike lanes are full of motor scooters and pedestrians and parked cars as well as bikes – but they give you some protection.

You might wonder why I've put in a picture of a swimming pool. Well, we've had a similar experience with Chinese "traffic" in the Tongji University pool, where we go to swim about once a week. It's a beautiful, Olympic-sized pool, full of people swimming in all directions – up and back, across, diagonally, etc. There are lap lanes, but they're usually being used by classes. So if you want to swim laps, you have to be constantly ready to dodge around people coming from all directions, as well as the ones just standing around in the middle and talking or listening to instructors. It takes some extra energy, but if everyone pays attention, it usually works out all right. This seems to be a general Chinese approach to daily life. 

We bought bikes made by two of Shanghai's major bike manufacturers. Peter's bike came from the "Forever" company, founded in 1948. It cost 508 yuan. Parker's bike came from the "Phoenix" company, founded in 1958. It cost 390 yuan. Shanghai also makes the "Flying Pigeon," which is my favorite bike name.

I could have gotten a Flying Pigeon, but to save money, I didn't get a bike. When all three of us go out together, I ride Parker's bike and he rides on the back of Peter's bike. 

Before World War II, bikes were too expensive for most Chinese people. After the war, though, new factories opened, the Communist Party encouraged bike riding, and a lot more people bought them. Very few of them were used for recreation. They were basic transportation. In 1950, China began calling itself the "Kingdom of Bikes."

Now, however, bikes are becoming less popular, especially among younger people. As Parker said in his blog, those who can afford it would rather drive cars. If you ride a bike, it probably means you don't have enough money for a car, and young people don't like that. It's different from 20 years ago, when hardly anyone in China had a car.

While researching the history of bikes in China, I ran across an interesting article about changes in Chinese bike culture, and how a group of "expats" (short for "expatriots," which means people living outside their own country) is trying to get young Chinese people interested in bicycles again. They're trying to make bicycles "cool."

www.thatsmags.com/shanghai/article/detail/759/talking-bout-a-revolution

Check out the article. Do you think their ideas will work? What would you do to create interest in bicycles, either in China or here in the U.S.?