20 May 2018

Killybegs, Ireland

Biggest hand-operated loom in the world made with Canadian pine wood. The lady said she can do 1000 knots per hour!

These carpets are in Irish embassies around the world and other major public places.

At a local pub, some musicians and crew singers from our ship fraternize.

The town sports a small "cathedral" and lots of fishing boats. A quiet walk under the warm drizzle.


19 May 2018

Isle of Skye

Some consider it the most romantic island of Scotland, and maybe it is, but kind of windy and cold for that purpose today.

We take a leisurely tour of the perimeter and soak in the landscape.

Peat cutting was a major industry for centuries, was then abandoned as uneconomical but it's been resurrected by demand of peat for whisky.

The tomb of Alexander McQueen is a highlight, the fashion genius rests here.



Royal Dinner for the wedding of Harry and Meghan



Evening "Royal" ball on our chip Queen Victoria :)

16 May 2018

Stirling Castle, Scotland

Bits and pieces from our visit to Stirling Castle in Scotland.

Lucky to get (like every day!) forward seats in our bus. They are reserved for disabled tourists but there are never any and we board last so they are available! Pleasant ride to Greenock, the name means "sunny place" Forty-five thousand people, the economy developed on sugar from the Caribbean. This thanks to the 1707 union treaty, grow by trading with British colonies in America avoid French and Spanish pirates further south. 

James Watt from here Britain's oldest dry docks, now build submarine for Australia. Only 2.5% of the people now speak Gaelic.  Scotland issues its own own banknote GBP but sometimes it is not accepted abroad

We hear a story about the local kelpie, a horse/human figure that haunts the lakes of Scotland...

In the evening chat with Axel, our waiter from the Philippines. She's been on this ship for 2 years, before that 9 years on Queen Mary 2, that was her home. Once she had a serious problem with one eye lost sight. Cunard paid all treatment for two years during which he could not work. then took her back on Queen Victoria.
 




15 May 2018

Whisky Museum in Dublin, Ireland



What better way to spend a rainy day in Dublin than in the whisky museum?

Notes from a guided tour.

Uisce is the Irish word for water
beatha means of life

book of Kel 1405 first record of the word whiskey, it was then made by monks.

Was the original purpose communion, instead of wine?

Used as perfume, originally from Iran came with with moors to Spain

must be aged at least 3 years by law

Angel share lost to evaporation is about 20% per year, therefore old whiskey expensive: you pay for lost whiskey!

the more you lose to angels the faster whiskey ages

Shibeen illegal distillery in Ireland

Pogee? unaged whisky

malting, germinating by soaking in warm water 3 days, starch changes into sugar

Stop the process by drying with hot air or burning peat to make smoky flavor get grist.

Yeast to transform grist to alcohol, about 12pc beer is the result

Whiskey is distilled beer in a nutshell

In Ireland cìit is allowed to make whiskey at home but not sell or even give away because fear of methanol.

... and also because of tax revenues suffered!

There 8192 illegal stills in Ireland in 1834 , more than ten times more than in Scotland

Triple distillation in Ireland makes for smoother alcohol.

Stills made of copper

Add sulfites as in wine to stabilize

Toasting barrels just 20 seconds or so to get flavor caramel and vanilla from America oak barrels, only use barrels once.

Also continuous still, can get as much alcohol in one week as normal in nine months. Started in 1937 with continuous stills.

Learned to blend now 18 stills up from only 2 before they turned to continuous, more to open soon

no spitting in whisky tasting! must get ending with swallowing
can dilute however, only reason to swirl is to look fancy! no use...

Tasting today:

1. glendalough single grain see photo, double barrel
Smooth

2. powers gold label
malted and raw barley together
started because maltée barley was taxed more traditional
aged in bourbon barrels only
round long

3.the Irishman power reserve
70 pc single malt
spicy

4. Tullamore 12 yo
youngest whisky in bottle is 12yo.
60pc single grain 20pc single malt
smoothness because sulfites lose burn over time.

Just next  to the whiskey museum is the famous Peterson pipe shop, I cannot not go in, and after a good chat with the salespeople who give me a good discount I end up buying two pipes to add to my collection.

End the day with a walk around town looking at some typical architecture.


14 May 2018

Cork, Ireland

Took some time to get ashore as they had to check Lifang's passport. As a UK resident and married to an EU national she does not need, and does not have, a Schengen visa, which the cruise staff should know... So we had to wait for a chubby Irish official to board the ship and check the documents of all non-EU passengers and she, of course, smiled and said all is OK and we can go ashore...

Cork is the 2nd largest natural harbor in the world after Sydney, it has a huge 5m tide which requires skill to operate in. The river is navigable 12 miles up to the city of Cork. It was a poor town for a long time, lots of emigrants going from here to the USA.

Now it is doing very well. Ford established its first factory outside the USA here, but now it is Apple Computers which is the largest employer.

20,000 students at university and 25 million euro golf course bought by Chinese investors!

Only 15pc of population speak Irish as main language but all must study in school

Cork means marsh in Gaelic

Main road called Patrick, was a canal, now lamp posts like ship masts

Lots of billboards in every street for and against the upcoming abortion referendum

Interesting fish at a local market!


12 May 2018

Start of a new cruise on Queen Victoria

Again on a Cunard ship. As the saying goes, there are mostly newly weds or nearly deads. More of the latter this time, though we definitely belong to the former category.

It is drizzling and quite cold for May at about 10 degrees, hopefully it will change but this is a cruise of the British Isles after all, not the Caribbean isles.

Chat with our Polish maître D, Rafael talk we discuss how Poland has changed and my upcoming book on cold War Poland when I spent several months there.

We are lucky, we get to sit by ourselves at a large and comfortable table. On a cruise it is the safest option, better than being stuck with incompatible diners, but one misses the chance to meet now interesting people. As we did last time, when we made the acquaintance of Peter and Elisabeth. We are still in touch and plan to cruise together again soon.


10 May 2018

Film review: Youth (2017) by Feng Xiaogang, *****

Synopsis

When Xiaoping joins the military, delicate dreams are dashed by the events of a China undergoing revolution. The devastating Sino-Vietnamese war crashes into 1970s China, changing the lives of the Army's young new recruits forever.

In this epic spanning several decades, Youth shows Comrades of the People's Liberation Army fight amongst themselves as much as on the battlefield – and cause as much damage as the war that tore their lives apart.


Review

Incredibly passionate and captivating historical film about life in China during the huge transformations that took place after Mao's death. A love story starts during the excesses of the cultural revolution with the "great helmsman" still in power, and the trauma of the war against Vietnam in 1979. After that, rapid reforms make many Chinese rich, and many officials corrupt, but the human story of the protagonists carries through the ages. One man's good deeds are taken for granted and not appreciated any more.

The film was supposed to be released just before the 2017 party congress but it was held up until after the congress itself for some reason. Maybe because it contains thinly veiled criticism of Mao and also raises many questions about the new system of the country.

A strongly recommended film about how China became what it is today.

See other film on China reviewed in this blog.






04 March 2018

Train back to Hong Kong and flights to Europe

Morning at home, final packing and tidying up before leaving Guiyang.As usual we have a couple of suitcases full of goodies, mostly food from family farm in Yanjia.

Brunch with family, bamboo shoots pork, water chestnut soup. And fish: a big black from the pond on our terrace! It is quite common for people to keep gold fish and live fish for eating together, in the same pond!

A neighbor gracefully drives us to Chenzhou station in his brand new Honda, which he points out costs twice as much in China as in Japan. Honda has factory here but it is supposed to be producing for export only, so he is not sure where his car, or parts of it, comes from.

He is a banker and has a good life. Happy with the way things are going in China but he says communism can never work. China is still officially pursuing communism but in practice it is successful because it is capitalist.

Chenzhou station is crowded beyond imagination, never seen it so full of people like an egg. And it must have been worse a couple of weeks ago for Chinese New Year's. They estimated that about 600 million people travel across the country to go home, the largest annual migration in the history of the world. No wonder the transportation system is busy.

Can't move around no chance to buy my favorite duck neck snacks from Shenhua. Bags through x-rays, but they don't check any of them.

people are allowed onto platforms in waves as each trains homes in on the station. There is one train every 8 to 10 minutes going either north toward Wuhan and Beijing or south to Guangzhou.

Fast train (over 300kmh) is slightly delayed but no problem we have a good buffer before our flight from Changsha. Once underway, the delay increases somewhat because one passenger sets off the smoke alarm. The driver slows down and two security guards walk up and down the train to catch the smoker. I am not sure what they will do to him or her but after about 10 minutes we resume our normal speed.

At Changsha station an avalanche of people moves to catch a bus or a taxi, or a maglev shuttle to the airport. We choose the bus as there is less to walk and we have large heavy suitcases full of Hunan food!

Just before boarding bus another x-ray machine for our bags, again no one cares to check .

The bus is an old and cranky machine from the bad old times, and a TV screen blasts off some kind of funny talk show at ear-piercing volume. It must be funny because Lifang laughs all the time.

At the airport we have to wait a while to check in but there is no place to sit down as people take up seats with bags, or lie down across three seats and think it is normal. We do not feel like starting an argument and just relax on our suitcases.

After check in we go through yet another x-ray machine no one pays any attention to and then passport control. Our flight to Hong Kong is in the same terminal area as international flights (and flights to Macau and Taiwan). Hong Kong is still a "special" administrative region, with its own borders, police, currency, laws etc. It is supposed to remain so at least until 2047 according to the treaty signed with the UK when the last remnant of the British empire was returned to its motherland.

After which we have another (you guess?) x-ray machine control! This time the do look very carefully and stop me. A guard asks if I am carrying a knife. I replied of course I was not. He asked me to open my trolley and take pretty much everything out. Of course there was no knife but the spine of a box looked like one on their screen. OK I can go.

The lounge of Changsha airport is nothing spectacular, and in fact they have reduced both its size and its offering since my last visit. Just some snacks and non-alcoholic drinks.

Uneventful flight to Hong Kong, where we spend a pleasant hour or so in the Qantas lounge while waiting to connect to our British Airways flight to Brussels. We walk to the gate quite early to board with the first batch of passengers and enjoy a drink or two before take-off.

Here, again, we run into the less than fully prepared staff of British Airways. We're flying to London and connect directly onward to Brussels. They won't let my Chinese wife board the plane because she does not have a Schengen visa. The rule says that she does not need one, because she is a resident of the UK and is with me, her husband, and an EU citizen. She would need one if she were traveling alone (though they usually let her through) but not in my company. It is a rather complicated rule, but it should not be beyond the grasp of people who check passport for a living.

I love a united Europe but they could really make an effort to simplify the rules back there in Brussels. Or just allow anyone who legally lives in Europe to move anywhere else in Europe, whatever the passport. but you would think the employees of a major international airline which fly planeloads of people from every corner of the world would familiarize themselves with it. No, they did not. For the third time in a little over a year we are held for some 30 minutes while the staff makes phone calls and scrambles to read manuals. I googled the relevant EU rule on the internet in less than 10 seconds and showed it to them, and finally we were allowed on board.

One more trip to Asia is over, though every time it feels less and less like a trip and more of a home coming. A long night on our BA flight and we'll be in Europe. BA is on a downhill slope when it comes to quality. Service on the plane, while friendly, is less meticulous and attentive than it used to be.



03 March 2018

Getting ready to leave Guiyang

Easy day at home, mostly packing and enjoying a late lunch with family. Today we ate fish, but only later I realized two of the black fish that were cooked with spring onion, garlic and chili were from the pond we have in our terrace. I like the idea: you can have pet fish in a tank, but at some point you eat them. The cycle of life continues.


02 March 2018

Festival delle lanterne a Guiyang e ristorante Miao


Mattinata in piazza accanto alla zona pedonale. Molta gente a far festa, somprattutto anziani, ma sappiamo che in questa città ci sono soprattutto anziani e bambini. I giovani sono nelle grandi città a far soldi. Molti sono venuti qui durante le feste del capodanno che si concludono oggi, ma la stragrande maggioranza sono già ripartiti.

Per la strada, ad un certo punto, noto una lunga fila di cartelli bianchi, con scritture molto fitte che esortano a compiere buone azioni: studiare, aiutare gli anziani ecc. Lo trovo da una parte un po’ paternalistico, ma dall'altra anche socialmene utile. Sarebbe utile dappertutto, anche in Italia. Forse lo è soprattutto in Cina, dove il senso di solidarietà sociale non è molto sviluppato: c'è la famiglia e qualche amico, il resto non conta. Generalizzo naturalmente, ma mi è capitato molto spesso di sentire e vedere un attaccamento ai propri cari, soprattutto agli anziani, ed un'indifferenza per tutti gli altri.




Andiamo in un negozio a provare qualche vestito da matrimonio. Io e mia moglie ci siamo già sposati quattro volte (senza divorziarci tra l'uno e l'altro matrimonio) e vorremmo fare la quinta volta, magari in Italia o in Belgio dove abbiamo la maggior parte degli amici.

Mi provo un bel vestito rosso, mi sta bene. Ma è un po’ caro, mia moglie mi dice lo compreremo altrove. Hanno anche un bel cappello tradizionale cinese, di quelli con il codino che si vedono nei film della dinastia Qing. Ma secondo mia moglie non vanno più di moda, oggi i cinesi si sposano con un bel cappello occidentale a tese larghe. Io invece lo voglio proprio perché non è di moda. Del resto ci siamo sposati in Cina due anni fa vestiti all'occidentale, perché non dovremmo sposarci in occidente vestiti alla cinese? Penso la discussione si protrarrà nel tempo ed ho già un vago presagio di come andrà a finire. Ma ci provo.

Il negozio vende anche lenzuola da sposi, rigorosamente rosse, molto soffici, alcune di seta. Costano sui 6000 Rmb, tre mesi di stipendio medio qui! Mi piace il fatto che abbiano tutte quattro paia di federe per cuscini. Otto cuscini per letto, tutti rigorosamente rossi. Ma le lenzuola le abbiamo già, ce le hanno regalate i miei suoceri due anni fa quando ci siamo sposati per la seconda volta, a Sanya. Anche se con un solo paio di federe per cuscini.


Riconsegnati i vestiti andiamo a comprare un po’ di bevande alcoliche. Qui è consentito, anzi è cosa normale e molto comune, comprare vino o distillati al supermercato e portarli al ristorante, senza pagare alcun diritto di "corkerage".

Sulla strada ci imbattiamo in un pizzettaro. Un bugigattolo che sforna pizze all'apparenza molto simili a quelle che troviamo in Italia nelle pizzerie al taglio o da asporto.

Al supermercato sotto casa ci sono soprattutto vini cinesi, di prezzo variabile ma comunque non economici, e in qualche caso decisamente cari, fino all'equivalente di oltre 100 euro. Poi alcuni vini francesi totalmente sconosciuti, qualcosa dal Cile e praticamente null'altro. L'anno scorso ce n'erano anche di italiani ma non li vedo più. Ogni volta che torno ci sono sempre meno bottiglie, e cibarie, dall'estero.

Forse la clientela borghese di Guiyang non è molto curiosa a tavola. Compriamo un paio di bottiglie di vino cinese, vedremo.

Per stasera un amico ha affittato una stanza in un ristorante al secondo piano di un palazzo. Cosa normale qui per i ristoranti trovarsi non al piano terra, accessibili dalla strada, ma ai piani superiori. (Invece medici e dentisti spesso hanno lo studio al piano terra con porta che dà direttamente sulla strada.)

Il ristorante è specializzato nella cucina della minoranza dei Miao. O almeno lo era, adesso fanno di tutto. Ce ne sono molti intorno a Hunan adesso, ma questo è nuovo a Guiyang. I Miao sono una delle minoranze più conosciute della Cina e vivono in gruppi sparsi in molte province, ma soprattutto in una decina. L’Hunan ha il secondo gruppo più numeroso, circa 1,7 milioni di persone, ovvero quasi il 3% della popolazione della provincia. Solo l’adiacente provincia di Guizhou ne ha di più. Ne avevamo visti molti nell’Hunan occidentale due anni fa, questa è la prima volta qui a Guiyang. Sono lieto di vedere che la ricchezza delle minoranze sembra essere ancora una volta riconosciuta come una risorsa del Paese, almeno per far soldi, basta che non mettano in discussione di essere “cinesi”.

Il cibo viene servito nel solito tavolo girevole "lazy Susan" ed è piuttosto vario, ricco e, naturalmente, piccante! La gente mangia, beve, ride e persino fuma sigarette, tutto in una volta. La maggior parte degli uomini beve molto. Liquore di riso cinese. Bevono un bicchierino alla volta e per dimostrare il loro punto ogni volta girano il bicchiere vuoto nell'altro in modo che tutti possano vedere all'interno che è vuoto. A volte lo capovolgono per mostrare che non è rimasta una goccia. Ne bevo due o tre, poi mi fermo. Non mi piacciono questo tipo di competizione, che comunque non potrei mai vincere. Sorprendentemente, nessuno si ubriaca e alla fine della serata torneranno tutti a casa (o anche in macchina) senza alcun problema. Pensavo che i russi e gli ucraini fossero i più accaniti bevitori, o forse i polacchi, ma gli hunanesi potevano affrontare qualsiasi europeo dell'est!

Quattro signore in costume Miao fanno il giro del ristorante e visitano ognuno dei tavoli riservati e versano bevanda dolciastra e leggermente alcolica in una caraffa e da lì in una tazza posizionata sulle labbra dell’ospite d’onore, che deve berla tutta su! Al nostro tavolo, ovviamente, sono io! In realtà mi piace la bevanda, anche se non è così facile ingoiare tutto ciò che serve per avere un bell'aspetto, ma alla fine riesco a farlo ed evito l'imbarazzo!

Nel frattempo i bambini delle famiglie presenti giocano intorno al ristorante. Sono pieni di energia e non sembrano preoccuparsi che si stia facendo tardi.

Sulla via del ritorno a casa, alla fine del pasto, i bambini sono saltati su un palco di strada che è stato allestito per un festival jazz che inizia domani. Peccato che perderemo il festival perché dobbiamo partire, ma è divertente vedere i bambini ballare stasera! 

Ed è bello vedere il jazz mettere radici in Cina, non è stato uno dei preferiti nel paese per ora, anche se sempre più disponibile nelle grandi città. Immagino, ma non ne sono sicuro, che un vantaggio per il jazz sia che di solito non è politicamente controverso come altri generi e quindi non è soggetto a nessun tipo di censura o restrizione. (La cantante islandese Björk è stata bandita dalla Cina quando ha menzionato il Tibet in una delle sue apparizioni.)

Mentre li teniamo d'occhio, un amico ci ha comprato una bibita fresca, una specie di frappè con perline di pasta di alcuni fagioli. Abbastanza nuovo per me ma rinfrescante e gustoso, ottimo per concludere la serata!

Il vino cinese che abbiamo comprato è deludente, pagato in media sui 250 Rmb (20 euro circa) e non li valgono affatto.