It seems unbelievable how time has passed by, a year already since my first entry into Beijing
and a new Chinese Year, the Golden Ox, has begun. During the last month there has been war
in Gaza, a rise and fall of the stock market, the financial cutbacks effecting China too and a new
American President in office.
But despite all these events, life moves on its uneventful way, each one busy with his own life, worries, health and financial issues, dating, loving and generally having fun. Through this time I have continued my fascination with the bicycle phenomena of Beijing, finding myself staring every morning at the non stop array of riders decked out in their winter woollies, vigorously riding their way along. Do those who carry an overload have to receive a licence? On the rare
occasion I have even spotted young children riding small vehicles with stabilizers on the busy street, whilst their mothers trot alongside. But what of those who are unable to fit into this category? Are their any such Beijingers? Yes, I have heard, there are. Even though it is of the
minority, there are children who do not have this built in sense of equilibrium and do not ride bikes with their peers. As for the women above the age of 40, they seem to have their own style of riding, choosing to set off with their left foot on the left pedal, raising their right over the seat as they go, quite a feat that is both admirable and fascinating to watch.
How do these children feel? Are they misfits in a society where fitting in is of the prime importance? Social pressures happen everywhere and I hear this from both adult and children
who do not quite make the fit for one reason or another. From a young age all signs of affection are stopped, both by parent and grandparent and the children grow up without any physical signs of affection, something that I find incredibly lonely and even though they think it is the
norm, can lead to all kinds of socializing difficulties.
Even though Beijing winters are dry, but cold, even so in the summer months, children are
restricted from playing any form of sport that can cause physical harm, be it football, basketball,
or anything else that may cause irreparable damage. Music is something that is encouraged though, usually more than one instrument and can in any country help a child to fit in, whether it be drums, trumpet, horn or some other kind of more unusual tool that will help the individual
feel special.
An avid viewer of American Idol, we can see in the lives of many how music or song has helped them through hard times and I myself chose the pen to help me. But it is nevertheless a society that condemns more than one child and it is astonishing to hear how in the villages a fine can be as little as 80 rmb for an extra offspring, but in the cities in the thousands, still able to result in loss of future promotion or even at times, of job. It does seem a little unfair, that if a family is willing to pay the price, they must still be penalised, it is hard for us westerners to understand.
But social life in China is always booming, for even though restaurants are geared to the middle or upper classes, even the poorest of pockets can occasionally afford a cheap and cheerful snack
from a street vendor or Chinese fast food chain. During the last month I have been wined and dined at a number of establishments and though I am limited in what I am able to eat, it has been an interesting experience.
Peking Duck at the most famous of places can be priced from anywhere between 250 rmb upward for two people, but I was taken to a place that fed 5 adults and one child, 2 ducks, stuffed rolls with meat, rice, a side dish, bottle of coke and what is known as white wine (alcohol) for just 220 rmb!! Tasty you may well ask and the answer is yes.
For all you Humus lovers though, I must point out that what is served in restaurants here is a far cry from the authentic variety that we find back home and should be avoided if you hold yourself to be a connoisseur; though one can eat at a Mediterranean restaurant extremely well for around 75 rmb. Of course hands down, the American style eateries, excluding McDonald's or
Kentucky Fried Chicken that cater more for the local palette, serve large portions for reasonable amounts.
More about the cuisine, promotion and social.. izing next time..
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Idiosyncrasies and Resolutions
It is fun being back, China never ceases to be a place of fascination and now, a year almost to the
day since I first arrived, a time to look back. When I first entered Beijing, I was nervous everything
appeared so large and different, the language an impossibility and the culture so alien to the hubbub and speed of Israel. Here even though there were many, raised voices they were only heard at places of eating. Horns were pressed on the roads and the drivers seemed to turn corners without any traffic light indication. Here one could be knocked down by a bicycle, spoken to in a language irrelevant whether you could understand or not, stared at, even having your
ear rings touched on your person as if you did not exist! But, I had survived all the shocks and even to a point become part of this community that they call the Chaoyang District of Beijing.
Since December 2008, when I returned, I have seen the changes that have taken place since August and the influence of the foreign visitors and athletes that took part in the historic Olympics.
The stares, glances and looks on the street are far less, it seems that it has become a regular
occurrence to see foreigners in their own particular style of dress. The taxi drives, though few and
far between, are able to say a smattering of words in English, people are more helpful, although I
am not sure if that is more to do with my decorative crutches, than their new found tolerance, but
assistance and holding open doors is far more apparent, especially with my neighbors who have
even taken the garbage out of my hands to throw away or helped me take my shopping up the three
flights of stairs that I have to take into my apartment.
The most startling for me is the taxi drivers again, not in the fact that they can say a word or two in
English, but their helpfulness and tolerance towards my physical state. The large heavy brown boots that encase my feet may have something to do with this, as they are unusual, ugly and clumsy, but they manage to allow me to wear bandage and heavy socks, so what do I care about
their beauty.
As for the other peculiarities, that would be the 'fashionable' PJ's worn by the above 50 citizens of
Shanghai, that were used to wearing this particular attire on the street as a sign of prosperity and now maybe more of a show of defiance against coming hard times. Dogs, toy ones as we call them, even though hairy in appearance, are decked out fashionable attire of warm woolly and elegant coats, as their hair springs up and down as they trot down the road for their daily strolls.
Business dinners are an important part of closing a deal here in Asia, but for me the ever westerner/Israeli who is used to both the cutlery 'start from the outside and work your way in' attitude as well as there is nothing like 'mopping up the Hummus with a piece of pitta bread' style of eating,
can not quite fathom how one can close a deal whilst slurping up ones noodles! this i still have to learn.
For me, Asia has become more westernised, more McDonald's said to be opening all around the country, Chinese students who have gone abroad for their diplomas, are now returning to seek jobs back home due to the lack of abroad and bringing with them new ideas. Foreigners seeking employment were in their thousands at a recruitment fair held in America, but places were limited
as the government ensures that there is work for its citizens first. Here you enter any store and find
an abundance of assistants standing around waiting to help. There are more than is necessary, but
is a warming sight to see, for nevertheless that the pay is low, it is still better than claiming benefits and provides uniform and many a time lunch for the employee. Rather some change in your pocket, less clothes needed to buy, a reason to get up in the morning and a warm stomach, than to
have to stand in line for a handout.
Tourism though has hit, even the famous places such as Xian, the home of the Terracotta soldiers,
for even history cannot stop the economic unrest. Many construction companies and factories have
sent their employees home for a forced vacation till after the Spring Festival, the Chinese New Year, with no guarantees that the work will begin again in February, others having to take 30% of
their salary, but remain on site. But, on the other hand, there are those who are being laid off, with
no sign of hope of re employment at that firm in sight, worldwide. To help the local economy, the
Chinese Government issues a list of all the National holidays that will take place this coming year
and have made a number of 'long' weekends, with Sunday, the day after the break, becoming a
work day, to encourage spending. It is a sign of festivity for 'Beijingers' to go out to eat over this time, with family entourage. On the night of 31 December, the whole city was lit up as if it was
La's Vegas at 9.30pm, but the streets deserted and un walked upon by 11pm except for the odd
ex pat reveller.
But, here in Asia, childish activities and fun are part of the normal style of life, where Disney Tokyo
is bringing in the numbers and Lego beating all holiday sales. Bicycling on ice is an activity
where you get to ride a bike on a frame attached to a pair of ski/skates! Here the freezing winter
is not heralded with rain, but a dry one that leaves your bones frozen and even a little stiff. Padded
coats giving a layered look are the must winter wear, with boots encasing ones legs and a hood
usually fur lined (no worries about harm being done to animals here) encasing the face. Gloves, well you shouldn't leave home without them and I suggest that someone come up with an idea for
a nose warmer, which would appear a lot more elegant than the face (operation room) masks worn
in vogue, not only as a protection at the rising pollution's return, but as a muffler against the cold icy
wind.
Lastly, happily and thankfully the skies are still mainly blue and from time to time, grey does put
in an appearance, known as the Beijing sky and I have to smile when a student will point out that
in films about England, they too have this 'look' of smog and fog, which leads me to explain that this
was true at the time of 'Jack the Ripper' but now is only due to bad weather. I am not sure if they
quite believe me, I wonder if I should tell them about the beautiful blue skies of the Middle East?
but have decided that maybe not, for they probably wouldn't believe me about that either.
day since I first arrived, a time to look back. When I first entered Beijing, I was nervous everything
appeared so large and different, the language an impossibility and the culture so alien to the hubbub and speed of Israel. Here even though there were many, raised voices they were only heard at places of eating. Horns were pressed on the roads and the drivers seemed to turn corners without any traffic light indication. Here one could be knocked down by a bicycle, spoken to in a language irrelevant whether you could understand or not, stared at, even having your
ear rings touched on your person as if you did not exist! But, I had survived all the shocks and even to a point become part of this community that they call the Chaoyang District of Beijing.
Since December 2008, when I returned, I have seen the changes that have taken place since August and the influence of the foreign visitors and athletes that took part in the historic Olympics.
The stares, glances and looks on the street are far less, it seems that it has become a regular
occurrence to see foreigners in their own particular style of dress. The taxi drives, though few and
far between, are able to say a smattering of words in English, people are more helpful, although I
am not sure if that is more to do with my decorative crutches, than their new found tolerance, but
assistance and holding open doors is far more apparent, especially with my neighbors who have
even taken the garbage out of my hands to throw away or helped me take my shopping up the three
flights of stairs that I have to take into my apartment.
The most startling for me is the taxi drivers again, not in the fact that they can say a word or two in
English, but their helpfulness and tolerance towards my physical state. The large heavy brown boots that encase my feet may have something to do with this, as they are unusual, ugly and clumsy, but they manage to allow me to wear bandage and heavy socks, so what do I care about
their beauty.
As for the other peculiarities, that would be the 'fashionable' PJ's worn by the above 50 citizens of
Shanghai, that were used to wearing this particular attire on the street as a sign of prosperity and now maybe more of a show of defiance against coming hard times. Dogs, toy ones as we call them, even though hairy in appearance, are decked out fashionable attire of warm woolly and elegant coats, as their hair springs up and down as they trot down the road for their daily strolls.
Business dinners are an important part of closing a deal here in Asia, but for me the ever westerner/Israeli who is used to both the cutlery 'start from the outside and work your way in' attitude as well as there is nothing like 'mopping up the Hummus with a piece of pitta bread' style of eating,
can not quite fathom how one can close a deal whilst slurping up ones noodles! this i still have to learn.
For me, Asia has become more westernised, more McDonald's said to be opening all around the country, Chinese students who have gone abroad for their diplomas, are now returning to seek jobs back home due to the lack of abroad and bringing with them new ideas. Foreigners seeking employment were in their thousands at a recruitment fair held in America, but places were limited
as the government ensures that there is work for its citizens first. Here you enter any store and find
an abundance of assistants standing around waiting to help. There are more than is necessary, but
is a warming sight to see, for nevertheless that the pay is low, it is still better than claiming benefits and provides uniform and many a time lunch for the employee. Rather some change in your pocket, less clothes needed to buy, a reason to get up in the morning and a warm stomach, than to
have to stand in line for a handout.
Tourism though has hit, even the famous places such as Xian, the home of the Terracotta soldiers,
for even history cannot stop the economic unrest. Many construction companies and factories have
sent their employees home for a forced vacation till after the Spring Festival, the Chinese New Year, with no guarantees that the work will begin again in February, others having to take 30% of
their salary, but remain on site. But, on the other hand, there are those who are being laid off, with
no sign of hope of re employment at that firm in sight, worldwide. To help the local economy, the
Chinese Government issues a list of all the National holidays that will take place this coming year
and have made a number of 'long' weekends, with Sunday, the day after the break, becoming a
work day, to encourage spending. It is a sign of festivity for 'Beijingers' to go out to eat over this time, with family entourage. On the night of 31 December, the whole city was lit up as if it was
La's Vegas at 9.30pm, but the streets deserted and un walked upon by 11pm except for the odd
ex pat reveller.
But, here in Asia, childish activities and fun are part of the normal style of life, where Disney Tokyo
is bringing in the numbers and Lego beating all holiday sales. Bicycling on ice is an activity
where you get to ride a bike on a frame attached to a pair of ski/skates! Here the freezing winter
is not heralded with rain, but a dry one that leaves your bones frozen and even a little stiff. Padded
coats giving a layered look are the must winter wear, with boots encasing ones legs and a hood
usually fur lined (no worries about harm being done to animals here) encasing the face. Gloves, well you shouldn't leave home without them and I suggest that someone come up with an idea for
a nose warmer, which would appear a lot more elegant than the face (operation room) masks worn
in vogue, not only as a protection at the rising pollution's return, but as a muffler against the cold icy
wind.
Lastly, happily and thankfully the skies are still mainly blue and from time to time, grey does put
in an appearance, known as the Beijing sky and I have to smile when a student will point out that
in films about England, they too have this 'look' of smog and fog, which leads me to explain that this
was true at the time of 'Jack the Ripper' but now is only due to bad weather. I am not sure if they
quite believe me, I wonder if I should tell them about the beautiful blue skies of the Middle East?
but have decided that maybe not, for they probably wouldn't believe me about that either.
Is That You?
Struggling with a heavy bag laden with gifts, I made my way up the stairs of the entrance to the
place where I work. The security guard, here dressed in business suit, as opposed to uniform,
came quickly forward to open the door for me and assist me with my burden. Taking the lift up
to the 8th floor, I was understandably nervous, what would be my reception.
But, I need not have worried, as I entered the doorway, the smiles were wide, the voice warm with emotion and pride. "You're back!" was the cry. Greetings of 'how well you look', 'how brave you are', 'we were not sure if you would come back' rang out, but here I was, now hoping to pick
up not from where I left off, but to restart.
Pleasantries over, it was now time to discuss the work situation. The financial crisis had reached
China too, but not yet to the extent of grave concern, there was work, but quiet for this time of year, but things looked positive for the coming one after the Chinese New Year. It was agreed that for the time being I would work in house, as not to incur too much travel, which may prove to be difficult with a pair of crutches in tow. It was good to be back.
Now the month has ended and the new year begun. I have become a pro at getting in and out
of cabs, now challenging myself to try and go with one crutch. I have heard from other people
worldwide that the quiet times have hit, both in the business sector and education one too.
As for me, the true and warm welcome from colleague and student alike, has shown me that I
was right to come back. I could not have left without saying goodbye properly, or have gone
without completing my contracted time here too. In truth I have returned different, not only
in appearance plus appendage, hopefully temporarily, but with a new attitude to work, how
much there is I will take, but I will not eat myself up if there isn't enough and keep to my goal
of continuing to write!
Just before Christmas, we had a work party. This was a first for me and the only thing that
was missing was the mistletoe, but that was a good thing. Fun and games were had by all. For
me, it was strange that a nation that has no connection to Christianity, celebrate parties all over
the city with tombola, lucky dips and even Christmas gifts!? The streets are decorated with
trees and lights, Santa Claus decked out in his red suit bright and cheerful at many a site, mainly
of course outside the many shopping malls that are strategically placed around the city. Christmas Dinner is available at a price, one of the most expensive being 3,500 yuan per person
and there were no shortage of diners lining up to dine. But, the 'dinner' is mainly eaten at night!
Beijing is not high on the list of places to celebrate this holiday or even that of new year, for it is
not a religious festival of their keeping, but nevertheless, one has to commend the Chinese on
trying to make the ex pats feel welcome in their city, especially if they are unable to fly back home for the festivities. Now all that was left, was to celebrate the new year.
place where I work. The security guard, here dressed in business suit, as opposed to uniform,
came quickly forward to open the door for me and assist me with my burden. Taking the lift up
to the 8th floor, I was understandably nervous, what would be my reception.
But, I need not have worried, as I entered the doorway, the smiles were wide, the voice warm with emotion and pride. "You're back!" was the cry. Greetings of 'how well you look', 'how brave you are', 'we were not sure if you would come back' rang out, but here I was, now hoping to pick
up not from where I left off, but to restart.
Pleasantries over, it was now time to discuss the work situation. The financial crisis had reached
China too, but not yet to the extent of grave concern, there was work, but quiet for this time of year, but things looked positive for the coming one after the Chinese New Year. It was agreed that for the time being I would work in house, as not to incur too much travel, which may prove to be difficult with a pair of crutches in tow. It was good to be back.
Now the month has ended and the new year begun. I have become a pro at getting in and out
of cabs, now challenging myself to try and go with one crutch. I have heard from other people
worldwide that the quiet times have hit, both in the business sector and education one too.
As for me, the true and warm welcome from colleague and student alike, has shown me that I
was right to come back. I could not have left without saying goodbye properly, or have gone
without completing my contracted time here too. In truth I have returned different, not only
in appearance plus appendage, hopefully temporarily, but with a new attitude to work, how
much there is I will take, but I will not eat myself up if there isn't enough and keep to my goal
of continuing to write!
Just before Christmas, we had a work party. This was a first for me and the only thing that
was missing was the mistletoe, but that was a good thing. Fun and games were had by all. For
me, it was strange that a nation that has no connection to Christianity, celebrate parties all over
the city with tombola, lucky dips and even Christmas gifts!? The streets are decorated with
trees and lights, Santa Claus decked out in his red suit bright and cheerful at many a site, mainly
of course outside the many shopping malls that are strategically placed around the city. Christmas Dinner is available at a price, one of the most expensive being 3,500 yuan per person
and there were no shortage of diners lining up to dine. But, the 'dinner' is mainly eaten at night!
Beijing is not high on the list of places to celebrate this holiday or even that of new year, for it is
not a religious festival of their keeping, but nevertheless, one has to commend the Chinese on
trying to make the ex pats feel welcome in their city, especially if they are unable to fly back home for the festivities. Now all that was left, was to celebrate the new year.
The Moment of Truth
To my surprise opening the door to my apartment was a pleasant experience, it actually felt
like a home away from home. I had truly forgotten how homely I had made it with a few choice
pieces from back home and cheap accessories from Beijing. The first thing to catch my eye was
the gallery of photographs of my family, back home they are not necessary to display as I have the real thing, but here they are a warm and welcome reminder that they are always with me.
Once my bags had been dumped unceremoniously by my driver, who was holding his bag in a sign of silent complaint, I paid him for his efforts and closed the door. First check was the electricity, water and for any unwelcome visitors that may have decided to take up residence in
my absence, finding there was some and none of the latter, I decided to reward myself with a
nice cup of Israeli coffee and the left over sandwiches that my daughter had cleverly prepared.
Now fortified with renewed energy I began to tackle the opening of my luggage and the 'clean up'
of my apartment, to give it a fresh dust free fragrance. Visitors came bearing gifts of fruit and
veg, that helped take away the pangs of homesickness. Errands that I myself was unable to do
were undertaken and the initial pressure of settling back in was taken off my shoulders.
After a two day rest up, I was ready to go and visit my place of work, but first I had to deal with
the lack of telephone, as it had been cut off whilst I was away. This of course would prove to be
my re welcome back to China, for I now had to contend with the Beijing taxi drivers once more.
The guard of my building block kindly assisted me in hailing a taxi and persuading him to drive
in to assist me with my bags. As no one in the area spoke English, I used the paper of the telephone bill to assist me to explain my place of destination. Unfortunately, as I have said a
number of times in the past, many of the drivers are unable to read very well and so started a
unwanted tour of the city as he aimlessly drove around without having a clue where he was going!
Now you will of course say, why did I not do something. Well, I did. Firstly I telephoned the phone company and handed him the phone to receive directions, which he got, not once but
5 phone calls later and 5 sets of repeated directions, two stops at strangers on the street, two
extra calls to the secretary of my office to ask for translation assistance later, we finally found it!
To give him credit, it was tucked away behind a building, although large in existence, difficult to
see. Now he had to park, in a parking lot, as I had to scale down, crutches and all, a steep slope
to enter the premises. (Remember that in my opinion, agility and balance is something like DNA
in the Asian body!)
Now of course, the long organised wait. Everywhere in China, that is not a 'hole in the wall' office, runs on a number system, with plastic chairs galore available for your comfort and expected patience. Nowhere do you hear a raised voice complaining that someone has jumped into your turn, all is organised and orderly, with a security card at the door, not waiting to check
your back for a gun or bomb, but to ensure peace and flow in the system. Finally, my number
lit up the screen, but here was to be a new difficulty, English! Here I began to see the changes that had begun pre Olympics, places of public service, that may require assistance of English, now seem to have someone in place to help. So, to my rescue came a most personable young
man, who enabled me to arrange both for Internet and telephone hook up to be arranged within
the week.
My now patient taxi driver, happy with his now high fare, took me without further hitch to my
next place of call, work, now I had to wonder what my reception would be when they saw me
again after such a long break of three and a half months.
like a home away from home. I had truly forgotten how homely I had made it with a few choice
pieces from back home and cheap accessories from Beijing. The first thing to catch my eye was
the gallery of photographs of my family, back home they are not necessary to display as I have the real thing, but here they are a warm and welcome reminder that they are always with me.
Once my bags had been dumped unceremoniously by my driver, who was holding his bag in a sign of silent complaint, I paid him for his efforts and closed the door. First check was the electricity, water and for any unwelcome visitors that may have decided to take up residence in
my absence, finding there was some and none of the latter, I decided to reward myself with a
nice cup of Israeli coffee and the left over sandwiches that my daughter had cleverly prepared.
Now fortified with renewed energy I began to tackle the opening of my luggage and the 'clean up'
of my apartment, to give it a fresh dust free fragrance. Visitors came bearing gifts of fruit and
veg, that helped take away the pangs of homesickness. Errands that I myself was unable to do
were undertaken and the initial pressure of settling back in was taken off my shoulders.
After a two day rest up, I was ready to go and visit my place of work, but first I had to deal with
the lack of telephone, as it had been cut off whilst I was away. This of course would prove to be
my re welcome back to China, for I now had to contend with the Beijing taxi drivers once more.
The guard of my building block kindly assisted me in hailing a taxi and persuading him to drive
in to assist me with my bags. As no one in the area spoke English, I used the paper of the telephone bill to assist me to explain my place of destination. Unfortunately, as I have said a
number of times in the past, many of the drivers are unable to read very well and so started a
unwanted tour of the city as he aimlessly drove around without having a clue where he was going!
Now you will of course say, why did I not do something. Well, I did. Firstly I telephoned the phone company and handed him the phone to receive directions, which he got, not once but
5 phone calls later and 5 sets of repeated directions, two stops at strangers on the street, two
extra calls to the secretary of my office to ask for translation assistance later, we finally found it!
To give him credit, it was tucked away behind a building, although large in existence, difficult to
see. Now he had to park, in a parking lot, as I had to scale down, crutches and all, a steep slope
to enter the premises. (Remember that in my opinion, agility and balance is something like DNA
in the Asian body!)
Now of course, the long organised wait. Everywhere in China, that is not a 'hole in the wall' office, runs on a number system, with plastic chairs galore available for your comfort and expected patience. Nowhere do you hear a raised voice complaining that someone has jumped into your turn, all is organised and orderly, with a security card at the door, not waiting to check
your back for a gun or bomb, but to ensure peace and flow in the system. Finally, my number
lit up the screen, but here was to be a new difficulty, English! Here I began to see the changes that had begun pre Olympics, places of public service, that may require assistance of English, now seem to have someone in place to help. So, to my rescue came a most personable young
man, who enabled me to arrange both for Internet and telephone hook up to be arranged within
the week.
My now patient taxi driver, happy with his now high fare, took me without further hitch to my
next place of call, work, now I had to wonder what my reception would be when they saw me
again after such a long break of three and a half months.
Friday, December 19, 2008
On the Wings of a 'Dragon'
'Support your flag' has always been my motto, but after my disastrous previous
flights with our own airline, I absolutely refused to do so this journey and instead opted to fly British. As St. George, famed for his slaying of the dragon
is the patron Saint of England, it seemed a good choice, but admittedly I had heard mixed reports of this Country's airline and its well documented fatal opening at Terminal 5, Heath row. Nevertheless, I decided to take my chances.
Now a tip for all future travellers, never take anything for granted, always read
the website baggage allowance tips in advance and come prepared for battle. Gone are the days of getting away without paying overweight, for most of the
airlines, but even more frustrating is the fact whether you can bring one or two
bags and up to what weight are they allowed to be!
Having carefully read and measured my hand luggage allowance, I understood that I would be able to bring a large suitcase up to 23kg and if it was a long
distance haul, which I presumed China to be, a second case too. So, here I was
with a long, soft bag (I had especially chosen this kind as to ensure that no extra
weight would be incurred due the heavy steel trolley that is usually sewn into the
lining) an extra large shopping bag that encased my blankets - both of these to
be sent through. My on flight bag that held breakables and my computer and my rucksack, with my on flight necessities.
But, when it came to check in, I was informed, that I was not allowed to send two bags through and only upon insisting that the website was misleading, was
reluctantly allowed to do so! Next, even though requesting wheelchair help and
finding it difficult to walk with my hand luggage, I made my way somewhat gingerly and lumbering through the security. A tearful goodbye to my daughter,
words choking in my throat, I knew it would be hard to go, I had spent so many an hour with her talking, laughing and sharing as well as the best time ever with
my granddaughter, but it was 'unfinished business' that was pulling me back.
Offers of work there had been, but I still felt in a 'Dorothy' like state, having been pulled out of Beijing with no warning and felt that I had not completed my stint or had a chance to say goodbye, so now with a breaking heart, I said my
farewells and went on through. At the passport control, which is always a little intimidating and formal, I was affronted when the border policewoman climbed
down and came around the front, unsure of what was happening, I was stunned to find an offer of assistance and annoyance at her colleagues that no one had
stepped forward to help me in my predicament, of balancing myself and my
luggage too. Due to her kindness, I was place in a buggy and driven straight to
the border area and assisted right onto the plane!
My seat found, I settled myself in for the long journey. The staff was helpful and
kind, passing by many a time to ensure that I was comfortable, so unlike my emergency flight in August. A brief stopover in London would ensure my praise
of this airline's service. From the plane I was taken and dropped off at a waiting area where I was to be picked up again and taken to my next Gate of call. Seeing that the queue for this service was long and having a few hours to spare, a helpful assistant told me that I would be able to check in my hand luggage, so
freeing myself of any items other than those necessary and would be able to
wander around the airport lounge area.
But, after lightening myself of my load, I was aghast to find upon arrival at the
duty free area, that it was truly something to be proud of, but I was incapable of
walking it. Stopping to look only at the magazines and books, I was struggling to make my way through the maze to a coffee area, when a voice came up behind me, asking 'are you in need of assistance?'. There was a red vested smiling face pushing a wheelchair, with passenger inside, looking at me quizzically. I gratefully nodded my head and he promised to be back in a flash
to help me with whatever I needed.
True to his word, he returned and wheeled my around a while, before depositing me at a coffee shop after having booked my my next mode of transport to the Gate at an appointed hour. On time, I returned, only to be informed that my chariot had already departed, but told 'not to worry love' we shall find you another and true to their word, they did. The flight though long, passed pleasantly enough and as we drew nearer, I began to worry a little about further assistance in China. But be concerned, I need not have been, for with prompt
efficiency a chair was awaiting me and together with a porter in tow, my luggage picked up in the briefest of time and we were outside and raring to go.
Taxi found, porter paid, I was on my way back to my apartment, what would be waiting for me there I wondered, for no one had set foot inside for three and a half months. Would I be able to make it up the stairs? Did I still have electricity? All these questions were soon enough going to be answered.
flights with our own airline, I absolutely refused to do so this journey and instead opted to fly British. As St. George, famed for his slaying of the dragon
is the patron Saint of England, it seemed a good choice, but admittedly I had heard mixed reports of this Country's airline and its well documented fatal opening at Terminal 5, Heath row. Nevertheless, I decided to take my chances.
Now a tip for all future travellers, never take anything for granted, always read
the website baggage allowance tips in advance and come prepared for battle. Gone are the days of getting away without paying overweight, for most of the
airlines, but even more frustrating is the fact whether you can bring one or two
bags and up to what weight are they allowed to be!
Having carefully read and measured my hand luggage allowance, I understood that I would be able to bring a large suitcase up to 23kg and if it was a long
distance haul, which I presumed China to be, a second case too. So, here I was
with a long, soft bag (I had especially chosen this kind as to ensure that no extra
weight would be incurred due the heavy steel trolley that is usually sewn into the
lining) an extra large shopping bag that encased my blankets - both of these to
be sent through. My on flight bag that held breakables and my computer and my rucksack, with my on flight necessities.
But, when it came to check in, I was informed, that I was not allowed to send two bags through and only upon insisting that the website was misleading, was
reluctantly allowed to do so! Next, even though requesting wheelchair help and
finding it difficult to walk with my hand luggage, I made my way somewhat gingerly and lumbering through the security. A tearful goodbye to my daughter,
words choking in my throat, I knew it would be hard to go, I had spent so many an hour with her talking, laughing and sharing as well as the best time ever with
my granddaughter, but it was 'unfinished business' that was pulling me back.
Offers of work there had been, but I still felt in a 'Dorothy' like state, having been pulled out of Beijing with no warning and felt that I had not completed my stint or had a chance to say goodbye, so now with a breaking heart, I said my
farewells and went on through. At the passport control, which is always a little intimidating and formal, I was affronted when the border policewoman climbed
down and came around the front, unsure of what was happening, I was stunned to find an offer of assistance and annoyance at her colleagues that no one had
stepped forward to help me in my predicament, of balancing myself and my
luggage too. Due to her kindness, I was place in a buggy and driven straight to
the border area and assisted right onto the plane!
My seat found, I settled myself in for the long journey. The staff was helpful and
kind, passing by many a time to ensure that I was comfortable, so unlike my emergency flight in August. A brief stopover in London would ensure my praise
of this airline's service. From the plane I was taken and dropped off at a waiting area where I was to be picked up again and taken to my next Gate of call. Seeing that the queue for this service was long and having a few hours to spare, a helpful assistant told me that I would be able to check in my hand luggage, so
freeing myself of any items other than those necessary and would be able to
wander around the airport lounge area.
But, after lightening myself of my load, I was aghast to find upon arrival at the
duty free area, that it was truly something to be proud of, but I was incapable of
walking it. Stopping to look only at the magazines and books, I was struggling to make my way through the maze to a coffee area, when a voice came up behind me, asking 'are you in need of assistance?'. There was a red vested smiling face pushing a wheelchair, with passenger inside, looking at me quizzically. I gratefully nodded my head and he promised to be back in a flash
to help me with whatever I needed.
True to his word, he returned and wheeled my around a while, before depositing me at a coffee shop after having booked my my next mode of transport to the Gate at an appointed hour. On time, I returned, only to be informed that my chariot had already departed, but told 'not to worry love' we shall find you another and true to their word, they did. The flight though long, passed pleasantly enough and as we drew nearer, I began to worry a little about further assistance in China. But be concerned, I need not have been, for with prompt
efficiency a chair was awaiting me and together with a porter in tow, my luggage picked up in the briefest of time and we were outside and raring to go.
Taxi found, porter paid, I was on my way back to my apartment, what would be waiting for me there I wondered, for no one had set foot inside for three and a half months. Would I be able to make it up the stairs? Did I still have electricity? All these questions were soon enough going to be answered.
The Moment of Truth
Having been given the all clear, it was now time to get ready to go. A last clean
out of the fridge and freezer, a final dust and wash down, a quick (well to be honest hobble) trip to the market, a final suitcase buy and home to pack up and
get ready to go.
I had arrived in Beijing with an empty suitcase, but now it seemed I didn't have
any room, it was not only because I had arrived with a bag only fit for the inside
of the plane, but nevertheless, I now seemed to be laden down. For a 'wanna be'
backpacker, I am obviously not doing a very good job, for even though I know how to pack well, using every nook and cranny, I seem to always be overladen with 'can't travel without its'!
Even though today we are in the world of the computer and Internet, I am still of the old fashioned kind, who needs pen and paper for writing on and reading material that is actually in a bound form, soft or hardback irrelevant. Besides the required reading material, there is always a soft toy, my old faithful friends having been left behind in Beijing, Hippo, Scooby Doo and Blue Elephant, I now had a new brown curly haired friend, named dog, who had been my constant
companion and supportive friend through my leg trials and tribulations, so he now had to find room in the ever expanding case.
When I first went to China, almost a year ago, I had gone completely unprepared for the biting cold wind that was to await me there. Never having
relinquished myself to a winter coat, tights, sweaters or any other restrictive clothing; I had gone with a suitcase full of light weight long sleeved tops and a
jacket that was nothing more that a large holey cardigan that did nothing to keep the wind out through its gaps. After a month in this foreign land, I found
myself suffering from a cold that I never thought was possible, so I now intended
to be better equipped. This of course meant, for sock less, no stocking me, a compromise of leggings, that in being no way would I agree to wear the full tights, but maybe a legging or two in a bright color, leg warmers (great idea on
my daughter's part) and fluffy socks, might solve the problem.
Now a bag to contain my warmest blanket, for previously I was sure that a light
quilting would suffice, toiletries as after my last fiasco of washing my hair in
conditioner for a long while, until I realised by my receding hair that I was not
using shampoo being unable to read the Chinese labels and a stock of coffee and
food to get me through the first few days, I was ready to leave.
But now the moment had come, it was hard to do so, so with a shrug of my
shoulders, my crutches in hand and a last glance back at my home, I stepped out into the night with my daughter, son in law and granddaughter in tow, the moment of truth had arrived, it was time to go.
out of the fridge and freezer, a final dust and wash down, a quick (well to be honest hobble) trip to the market, a final suitcase buy and home to pack up and
get ready to go.
I had arrived in Beijing with an empty suitcase, but now it seemed I didn't have
any room, it was not only because I had arrived with a bag only fit for the inside
of the plane, but nevertheless, I now seemed to be laden down. For a 'wanna be'
backpacker, I am obviously not doing a very good job, for even though I know how to pack well, using every nook and cranny, I seem to always be overladen with 'can't travel without its'!
Even though today we are in the world of the computer and Internet, I am still of the old fashioned kind, who needs pen and paper for writing on and reading material that is actually in a bound form, soft or hardback irrelevant. Besides the required reading material, there is always a soft toy, my old faithful friends having been left behind in Beijing, Hippo, Scooby Doo and Blue Elephant, I now had a new brown curly haired friend, named dog, who had been my constant
companion and supportive friend through my leg trials and tribulations, so he now had to find room in the ever expanding case.
When I first went to China, almost a year ago, I had gone completely unprepared for the biting cold wind that was to await me there. Never having
relinquished myself to a winter coat, tights, sweaters or any other restrictive clothing; I had gone with a suitcase full of light weight long sleeved tops and a
jacket that was nothing more that a large holey cardigan that did nothing to keep the wind out through its gaps. After a month in this foreign land, I found
myself suffering from a cold that I never thought was possible, so I now intended
to be better equipped. This of course meant, for sock less, no stocking me, a compromise of leggings, that in being no way would I agree to wear the full tights, but maybe a legging or two in a bright color, leg warmers (great idea on
my daughter's part) and fluffy socks, might solve the problem.
Now a bag to contain my warmest blanket, for previously I was sure that a light
quilting would suffice, toiletries as after my last fiasco of washing my hair in
conditioner for a long while, until I realised by my receding hair that I was not
using shampoo being unable to read the Chinese labels and a stock of coffee and
food to get me through the first few days, I was ready to leave.
But now the moment had come, it was hard to do so, so with a shrug of my
shoulders, my crutches in hand and a last glance back at my home, I stepped out into the night with my daughter, son in law and granddaughter in tow, the moment of truth had arrived, it was time to go.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Oiling the Hinges
Well, one of the bolts is out, but the rest are still in and I feel like a rusty old car
that needs more than its hinges oiled! Was it my expectations that now would be
a case of 'gliding along'? Could be, or just not being very well informed as what to expect. To say the least, it felt like a major set back, I found myself once again
in tears, I wasn't expecting it to be so hard another time over.
Now I had to wait again, this time till the stitches would be removed, which was to
be in exactly two weeks, I was holding the surgeon to his word that I would be able to travel back to China immediately after that. Nevertheless, I was playing it
cautious, still exercising and going out for daily walks, sorting out the house so that it would be free of any unnecessary items and even saying fond farewells.
In truth I didn't buy my ticket till a week before and as for shopping, I kept putting
off the dreaded day till the last moment. I love to shop, but not for myself and
my body now having changed shape again, it was with trepidation that I was to
embark on this adventure yet again. I have a very bad habit of buying something,
either for the day that I may be able to get into it, because I have seen it at a
bargain price, or have illusions that it may fit sometime; or worse still, buy something that does fit well, but bury it in the closet for fear that when I will look
better, someone will only remember me in my enlarged state wearing that outfit and not notice it now looking better!
The next more pressing predicament was to be the one of shoes. I was always
a shoe mad 'shopper' and in my younger years, my wardrobe would be full of an
array of many styles and of course colors, but due to my 'foot abuse' had totally
ruined my feet and now had to settle for almost flat ties of a more subdued shade
just happy that they could encase my feet. Nevertheless, I have had many an
incident with shoes over the years many a story to tell. On one memorable New Year, I was given permission to go out and buy a new pair of shoes on my own, these were to be worn to worship in the synagogue and my mother entrusted me
with the monies and sent me on my way. This was an unusual event and I was
happy to make the most of this opportunity.
I was 16 years old and of course the uppermost thought in my mind, was to impress. Being part of a youth group that met weekly, I was determined to make my entrance. After some heavy traipsing around the stores, I finally settled on a
nave blue pair of high heeled shoes, that in the shop felt non too high or uncomfortable. But, as you can well imagine, after walking the required distance
of half an hour each way in the morning, then standing for prayers and then going
out in the afternoon, I was by this time not only unable to put one foot in front of the other, but let alone stand!! My friends, willing and able aides, held me up on
either side, allowing me to lean heavily upon their person, as I stumbled over each step, but as soon as a relative would come in sight, I would hold myself up
carefully and proudly, ensuring that no wince passed my lips, for fear that this misadventure would reach the ears of my mother, who would berate me for sure!
To this day, as I am now safely and sturdily encased in heavy Velcro footwear, all
signs of beauty on my feet forgotten, I can only but smile at my vanity then, for today just being able to work, even with a cane, will be a small price to pay after my fall. So, there I was in the centre of town, searching desperately for a shoe,
luckily to remember a small outpost that was able to furnish me, comfortably and
helpfully with my quest. Now, a last few bits and bobs, a last hospital trip and I
would be on my way. But was I doing the right thing, that was now the question
that was playing heavily on my mind??
that needs more than its hinges oiled! Was it my expectations that now would be
a case of 'gliding along'? Could be, or just not being very well informed as what to expect. To say the least, it felt like a major set back, I found myself once again
in tears, I wasn't expecting it to be so hard another time over.
Now I had to wait again, this time till the stitches would be removed, which was to
be in exactly two weeks, I was holding the surgeon to his word that I would be able to travel back to China immediately after that. Nevertheless, I was playing it
cautious, still exercising and going out for daily walks, sorting out the house so that it would be free of any unnecessary items and even saying fond farewells.
In truth I didn't buy my ticket till a week before and as for shopping, I kept putting
off the dreaded day till the last moment. I love to shop, but not for myself and
my body now having changed shape again, it was with trepidation that I was to
embark on this adventure yet again. I have a very bad habit of buying something,
either for the day that I may be able to get into it, because I have seen it at a
bargain price, or have illusions that it may fit sometime; or worse still, buy something that does fit well, but bury it in the closet for fear that when I will look
better, someone will only remember me in my enlarged state wearing that outfit and not notice it now looking better!
The next more pressing predicament was to be the one of shoes. I was always
a shoe mad 'shopper' and in my younger years, my wardrobe would be full of an
array of many styles and of course colors, but due to my 'foot abuse' had totally
ruined my feet and now had to settle for almost flat ties of a more subdued shade
just happy that they could encase my feet. Nevertheless, I have had many an
incident with shoes over the years many a story to tell. On one memorable New Year, I was given permission to go out and buy a new pair of shoes on my own, these were to be worn to worship in the synagogue and my mother entrusted me
with the monies and sent me on my way. This was an unusual event and I was
happy to make the most of this opportunity.
I was 16 years old and of course the uppermost thought in my mind, was to impress. Being part of a youth group that met weekly, I was determined to make my entrance. After some heavy traipsing around the stores, I finally settled on a
nave blue pair of high heeled shoes, that in the shop felt non too high or uncomfortable. But, as you can well imagine, after walking the required distance
of half an hour each way in the morning, then standing for prayers and then going
out in the afternoon, I was by this time not only unable to put one foot in front of the other, but let alone stand!! My friends, willing and able aides, held me up on
either side, allowing me to lean heavily upon their person, as I stumbled over each step, but as soon as a relative would come in sight, I would hold myself up
carefully and proudly, ensuring that no wince passed my lips, for fear that this misadventure would reach the ears of my mother, who would berate me for sure!
To this day, as I am now safely and sturdily encased in heavy Velcro footwear, all
signs of beauty on my feet forgotten, I can only but smile at my vanity then, for today just being able to work, even with a cane, will be a small price to pay after my fall. So, there I was in the centre of town, searching desperately for a shoe,
luckily to remember a small outpost that was able to furnish me, comfortably and
helpfully with my quest. Now, a last few bits and bobs, a last hospital trip and I
would be on my way. But was I doing the right thing, that was now the question
that was playing heavily on my mind??
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