27 September 2018
Grey day and wedding
Mother in law and niece went to a wedding of some neighbors from Yan Jia village who are throwing a party in Chenzhou.
We had decided to go for lunch to a Korean restaurant in town, one of many new restaurants with foreign food which are open for business trying to attract the up and coming local middle class. Been there before, but would love to go again, look forward to some different kind of food. However, the clouds and especially the cold drizzle eventually act as a powerful deterrent and we decide to stay home.
Mother comes back with plastic bags full of of food, left overs from banquet: fruits sweets even a half kilo or so of delicious spicy prawns. It's the custom here: invitees to wedding receptions take home their share of leftovers. She said they took away the least compared to everyone else at the party. Some parents unabashedly tell their children to grab as much as possible as fast as possible!
24 September 2018
Festival della Luna a tavola
Ma nessuno si può alzare da tavola senza aver provato il liquore di prugna: semplicemente prugne affogate per qualche mese in alcol puro, al quale cedono il loro sapore. Un goccio e mi fermo, il gioco si sta facendo pericoloso!
23 September 2018
Market n. 2 in Guiyang and mid-autumn proparations
On the way I cross paths with a lady who is carrying a balancing basket. She is collecting paper and plastic bottles to sell back to commercial recycling companies, apparently a common activity here.
Lots of sellers of ducks line up the streets today, it is the traditional moon festival meal. All the ducks, of course, are sold alive and kicking in their reed baskets.
One lady buys a duck but she does not trust the seller's scale, so she grabs her animal and asks the next seller down the sidewalk to weigh it, not sure how it turned out but she bought the duck, 30 Rmb, about 4 euro.
The market is very busy, meat fish (always alive in water tanks) veggies of all kinds. Large quarters of cows are hanging from the roof of the covered market, and the butcher slices off any cut and size his clients require. On one side, a man with a grinder produces the typical spicy chili paste that is so common in Hunan cuisine.
As I snap away a policeman approaches me and Lifang and explains he doesn't want me to take pictures of his police car, which I haven't done and have no interest in doing anyway.
A little girl drinks fresh juice out of a plastic cup then throws cup on ground, I pick it up and try to show her to hold on to it until she can put it in a bin but her mother takes it from her and shows her how to throw it... on the ground! I give up.
At home mother in law has bought a duck, which is swiftly slaughtered in the bathroom, fairly quickly and effortlessly. The blood flowing from the neck is collected to make bean curd and then used in a soup. It's very delicious!
22 September 2018
Train from Hangzhou to Chenzhou
At the station we are welcomed by a very crowded waiting hall, lots of people going home for the mid-autumn day celebrations.
Lifang goes to get the tickets she has booked online while I wait in line to check-in. I've got all our suitcases and proceed with some difficulty. It's all the more difficult because the wheels of one suitcase are broken, so I have to drag it. But instead of helping me people try to jump the queue and get ahead of me. I manage to keep them behind me and make slow progress.
When she's back we go through to the waiting room a huge hall with thousands of people waiting for their train. From here batches of travelers are admitted to the platform in the order of departure of their train.
Lifang manages to buy some bananas and processed duck meat for the trip, we've skipped lunch after all. I like the boneless duck bums especially!
The station is quite impressive. Electronic boards show the next 3 or 4 departing trains: red letters and numbers when you need to wait, yellow when you need to get ready and green when the gates (which look like those at the London subway) are open. We slip our tickets through and take the escalator down to the platform.
Then it's time to take position at the color-coded marks on the ground which indicate where each car will stop.
When the train arrives and stops with millimetric precision where it is supposed to stop I'm pleasantly surprised to see departing passengers patiently let arriving travelers off the train first!
We board and struggle to find a place to put our luggage, the aisle is so crowded.
We're off at 300+kmh through Zhejiang province toward Hunan. We barrel through fields of farms, many towns and cities where modern tall and thin residential buildings contrast with old traditional houses.
Too many screaming Chinese children on train, parents could do better to calm them down. Or not. Half the passengers are listening to their favorite TV program or playing a video game online, and not one of them is using earphones. the result is a somewhat less than enjoyable persistent monotonous and loud cacophony.
Once we get to Chenzhou we need a taxi (or Didi) to Guiyang. There is a taxi stand by the station, the fare is 100 Rmb. We try and get something cheaper but end up wasting time with an unofficial taxi before calling a Didi and getting home for dinner! Lesson learned: you may save a few Rmb by using unofficial and/or pooled transportation, but it's probably not worth the hassle!
21 September 2018
Temples in Hangzhou
Three ladies are silently practicing tachi by entrance to the temple, completely oblivious to our presence.
The temple is from the Song dynasty and it contains Tao figures from before tang dynasty as well as big paintings celebrating inauguration of an emperor of the dynasty. We spend quite a bit of time looking at pictures for details. These celebrations lasted 67 days and cost 8 million yuan which at the time was an enormous amount of money.
The highlight of the day is our visit to the temple of the Soul's Retreat. It is a huge complex of several temples. As we walk in past the electronic ticket check we are greeted by a long series of Buddhas carved in the stone of the adjacent hills.
In the first temple a couple paid the monks to get their blessing. It was not their wedding, that had been done before, but a kind of enactment of a ceremony that to my untrained eye looked like a wedding. The groom is dressed very casually, just a cheap t-shirt really, while she is a little bit more elegant, but still no wedding attire of any kind. The monks, some thirty of them, gather at one corner of the temple and recite their mantras while the couple make an offer to a small altar lit by a few candles.
They then move to centerstage for more blessings and some drum playing by the monks.
We finally go outside with them and place incense sticks in a large bronze cauldron by the back door.
We spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around the huge complex. I can't see any foreign tourist, though there are many Chinese visitors, including quite a few pilgrims.
In one building we find a traditional writing desk with brushed and ink for people to try their calligraphy. More interestingly, there is a set of traditional robes and hats, for man and woman, for any one to try on for free. There is no one to be seen so my wife and I take our turns at dressing up and posing as a traditional Song dynasty family!
Dinner is back at Grandma, this time we share a table with a couple of middle-aged and rather large Chinese guys who keep ordering more food than they can possibly ingest. That seems to be a recurring trait in upscale restaurants in China. Maybe they do it to show off, I am not sure. Maybe the sudden abundance of wealth and food over the last few years still needs to be matched with a culture of avoiding waste.
20 September 2018
Farmacia e artigiani a Hangzhou
città vecchia |
Farmacia tradizionale |
sapone italiano, di Pesaro |
19 September 2018
Hangzhou: Confucius temple and pork intestine
There is a large collection of Stèles inscribed with figures of wise men and confucian texts. Many have been heavily damaged over the centuries but have now been meticulously restored and preserved. A serene place that I am sorry to leave.
I reflect how this is in stark contrast with the way that treasures were treated in recent past when doing the cultural revolution the red the guards destroyed with abandon anything that had to do with ancient Chinese culture.
Later took a walk around the west lake shore. I sat down and absorbed the landscape on a bench by the water. Lots of Chinese tourists and and all the German or French here and there. it is very hot and humid otherwise I would have taken a ride on one of the gondolas that ferry tourists around the lake.
I have lunch at the Grandma restaurant, which served all kinds of enticing food whose pictures were printed on a large menu together with the English translation . Today I went for green peas and braised intestine of pig. Peas are not that different from how we would prepare them in Italy, sweet tendency. Intestine is tender, a tad on the rubbery side but not chewy. It melts well in the mouth with minimal effort.
When I was finished the waiter presented the alipay barcode to me to pay electronically which however I could not do it. I am not allowed to open an Alipay account without a Chinese identification. I will have to look more into it as I have seen Alipay used outside China. So I have to pay with cash which made me look very much XIX century. Everybody else paid with their phones. I am not sure they even take credit cards I haven't seen anybody using credit cards in China these days except perhaps at big hotels. It seems China has leapt forward from cash to electronic payments via mobile telephone, largely skipping the credit card era together.
After lunch I walked around a bit more and then made it back to my hotel just in time before the heavens opened up and a heavy downpour put an end to my explorations for the day.
18 September 2018
Il "Lago occidentale" di Hangzhou di sera
Stasera Lifang è andata a cena con un'amica che non vede da qualche anno. Una collega insegnante con cui è rimasta in contatto dopo aver lasciato la Cina tramite l'onnipresente Wechat, l'incredibile app cinese che fa le funzioni di Whatsapp, Facebook, Paypal and Instagram tutte insieme.
Io ne approfitto per una lunga passeggiata sul lungolago, che sarà pure considerato un posto turistico ma è piacevole, tenuto bene e comunque frequentato anche da tanti locali.
Che poi non ho mai capito quelli che dicono che quando viaggiano non vogliono andare dove vanno i turisti, come se loro fossero esploratori. I turisti fanno parte del paese che visitano per il tempo che ci si soffermano, dunque stare in mezzo ai turisti è comunque visitare il paese. Anzi, evitare i turisti è una finzione, come quelli che quando fotografano cercano sempre di inquadrare come se non ci fosse nessuno intorno a loro. Sono foto false.
Una volta ho discusso con un sedicente fotografo viaggiatore che a chiamarlo turista si offendeva. Andava a Roma per la prima volta ed era fiero di dirmi che avrebbe evitato il Colosseo, San Pietro, la fontana di Trevi ecc. Mi disse che voleva vedere la "vera" Roma. Gli dissi che quei luoghi erano la vera Roma da secoli. Se poi avesse avuto tempo anche per andare a fotografare le borgate, i quartieri popolari, gli angoli nascosti, , benissimo. Ma se fosse ripartito senza aver messo piede a Piazza di Spagna non avrebbe potuto dire di aver visto Roma.
Per tornare al Lago Occidentale, col buio si accendono le luci e l'atmosfera si fa tiepida, un po' umida, ma una lievissima brezza rende l'aria piacevole ed invitante alla camminata. Per me come per migliaia di locali e di turisti cinesi provenienti da tutto il paese-continente.
Dopo un po’ mi siedo su una panchina e guardo il flusso ininterrotto di umanità che scorre liscio lungo l'acqua nera, disordinato ma disciplinato. Nessuno parla a voce alta, nessuno butta niente per terra.
Ci sono alcuni ristoranti dall'apparenza piuttosto tristanzuola, menù striminziti, aspetto sciatto e qualche cantante con le cosce bene in vista ma la voce stonata che in teoria dovrebbe attirare clienti. Senza molto successo, i locali sono vuoti. Evito. Torno invece da Grandma, una sicurezza, do mangio ancora benissimo e sono sempre l'unico a pagare con i soldi, tutti gli altri con il telefonino e WeChat.
Ci sono tanti negozi di lusso: Cartier, Rolex, Hermes. Grandi negozi sfavillanti. E pieni di gente. Non so quanti di loro poi effettivamente comprino, ma è chiaro che di denaro ne gira. Entro da Cartier e faccio finta di voler comprare un anello per mia moglie, tanto per farmi dire i prezzi da una delle commesse tirate a lucido. Prendo nota e dopo, online, verificherò che i prezzi sono anche più alti che in Europa. Ma i cinesi comprano.
Ammiro alcuni padiglioni sul bordo dell'acqua. Ci sono sempre le "coppiette" di versi scritte sulle colonne. Scatto qualche foto per potermi poi far tradurre i caratteri da Lifang. Una recita:
The Spring is long on the lake with the greenery and the plans you get drunk
Un'altra:
Everybody is saying that this pavilion is beautiful and when you stand in front of it you can feel it energy right away
17 September 2018
Suzhou to Hangzhou by fast train, tea ceremony
In fact there is someone around: the lifeguard, who looked kind of bored on top of his high chair until he approached me and said something that I did not understand but then pointed to his head and it was clear he wanted me to wear a swimming cap. Most pools require that in China these days. I tried to explain in my broken Chinese that I am completely bald, and rubbed my clean cupola with both hands to drive the point home. He insisted a couple of times, pointing to a sign on the wall that made it clear it was mandatory, but I insisted even more and in the end he smiled, climbed back up his high chair, and left me alone.
In the afternoon we take a trusted didi cab to the station, but when we reach the modern building I realize I forgot Lifang's necklace in the hotel's safe, even though she had asked me twice to check the safe before check-out. Now, if I had forgotten to check, that would be bad. But I HAD checked, and still forgot the necklace, so that made me feel even worse. Leaving it behind was not an option, this was a special one I had bought her in New York.
But my wife is not someone who gives up easily. She almost got upset, but regained her cool quickly and while calling the hotel, she told me to wait and stay put with both eyes peeled on our bags while she rushed back to the hotel. She made it quite fast and found the necklace, but we now had another problem. We would have missed out train, and we had a dinner appointment with one of her former English students in Hangzhou tonight. It would have been regrettable and impolite to cancel.
No worries: on the taxi back to the station she changed our reservation to a later train, though this one would depart from another station, so we had to rush across town with the local underground, which was slightly stressful but we made it! Just before boarding we even managed to grab a bit of black pepper beef and pork belly with white rice.
The train ride was smooth, the new CHR (China High-speed Rail) trains are quiet and very fast, over 300km/h. The passengers however do not always meet expectations one has on such luxury service. Most people are either on their cell phone, or streaming videos, without earphones, or both at the same time and at high volume. Some passengers even smoke though it is strictly forbidden!
In the end we made it on time to meet our friend, who took us for a tea ceremony in an upscale teahouse by the West Lake. here is a short video. He was a soft-spoken person, a manager in a large automotive company who said little but always made a lot of sense. He quoted Confucius to us: "Is it not a pleasure to have friends visiting from afar?"
In Chinese 有朋自远方来,不亦乐乎? (yǒu péng zì yuǎnfāng lái, bú yì lè hū?)
16 September 2018
Suzhou garden and merchants
Mattinata al famoso Giardino dell'umile amministratore. Sito Unesco come patrimonio dell'umanità, è un immancabile punto di riferimento di ogni visitatore della città. Architetture tradizionali perfettamente restaurate, bacini d'acqua con pesci rossi enormi, verde lussureggiante ovunque.
Un cartellone ci informa che ci sono state anche 9000 persone qui dentro a visitare questa enorme casa che proprio tanto umile non sembra. Oggi però siamo solo 1600. Nonostante l'affollamento si respira un'aria pacifica, l'atmosfera resta serena. Fa molto caldo. La prossima volta spero di venirci la mattina presto, appena apre, con meno gente e aria fresca.
Quando abbiamo finito chiamiamo un Didi per andare a casa. Didi è l'equivalente cinese di Uber, anzi ha rilevato Uber in Cina due anni fa, pagando con azioni. Pare anche sotto pressione politica, infatti in queste settimane Didi ha annunciato un programma chiamato "Volante della bandiera rossa", che vuol dire promessa di assumere qualche migliaio di autisti membri del partito comunista. Non solo, ha promesso anche di metterli in evidenza nella fila per l'assegnazione delle corse, dando priorità rispetto agli autisti che non hanno la tessera del partito. Non proprio un criterio meritocratico. Ma per ora funziona benissimo, lo usiamo spesso. Costa poco, sono di solito puntuali e gentili, o almeno più gentili degli autisti dei taxi. Per esempio aiutano con le valigie.
A quel punto si avvicina un taxi e ci chiede dove vogliamo andare. Al che ci offre la stessa tariffa di Didi, quindi accettiamo e cancelliamo la prenotazione Didi. Mentre ci porta in albergo si lamenta della concorrenza di Didi, proprio come i tassisti romani si lamentano di quella di Uber. Però, a differenza dei colleghi romani, i tassisti cinesi si rimboccano le maniche e affrontano il mercato che cambia. E soprattutto, a differenza dei tassisti romani, conoscono le strade e sanno usare il navigatore.
La sera, dopo cena, a spasso per gli ampi spazi dell'albergo. C'è un grande negozio di giada e antichità, il proprietario ci offre forti sconti, dice che vuole liquidare tutto e aprire un ristorante di "noodles", si fanno più soldi. Per finire la serata andiamo a fare una passeggiata per una delle vecchie strade "hutong" restate a Suzhou. Anche qui entriamo in un negozio di giada e antichità e, sorpresa: il proprietario ci offre forti sconti, dice che vuole liquidare tutto e aprire un ristorante di "noodles", si fanno più soldi!