BAODING LIFE 6

The gloom of isolation presses in upon my mind again, more than at any phase of my time in China so far, in this 4^th phase it seems more difficult than ever, and I sometimes feel I'm waiting to go home, which is not really a healthy way to feel. Sarah advises me to take some form of action as I want to make the best of my time in China: I sometimes feel I need a change of lifestyle.

I wake one morning and find my internet isn't working: this turns out to be because of a power cut. Worse, there's no water either. It turns out as I find through a neighbour, that there is some maintenance work going on all day, and fortunately I have enough water stored away to cook and make coffee, so I can last without power for a day, but I can't do much around the flat so I decide to go out as it's a sunny day.

 I can see the engineers working on the electric overhead cables outside.

The weather is fine so I have a local beer in the sun and lunch in a nearby restaurant where I bump into a student from last year: I also make myself a Caesar salad with a home-made dressing as my bottled one is months old and must have gone off by now, and another one of my chicken curries with home-made poppadums; I'm so grateful to Sarah for sending the curry spices! However I make a mental note to get some more the next time I go shopping: you can get some of them in China.

Unfortunately the next day the weather has turned a bit wintry again as is often the case. It seems to be a mild spring on the whole and I'm hoping for warmer weather as time goes on. At this time I've arranged two more visits to Beijing this month as I tend to have more fun there.  

One morning the sun is shining and it's warm again so I decide to cycle in to the old town and do a little shopping. I also practice a little taichi in one of the parks on my way in and find that I'm hungry long before lunch-time as I haven't had breakfast. So I find a place called Sushi Train in the old town, which is like Yo Sushi in England: it's quiet as it's only about 11 am but they make up some sushi with salmon and vegetables.

Following this I cycle around the hutong nearby; there is a park not far away but I find the alleyways more interesting, and there is what seems to be an old mansion there. I don't know what it is so will have to ask Iris or someone. Around this area are numerous shops selling Buddhist paraphernalia and often with bundles of incencse sticks burning outside, so I imagine there is a temple nearby but I'm not sure where, possibly inside the park. It's the perfect place to buy prayer flags and other giftware. In the old town I manage to find what looks like another bar, it's closed at present but looks interesting so I make a mental note to visit one evening and look it over.

This makes for a pleasant interlude and afterwards I ride back to the hutong around the old campus of the University to have some kung-po style prawns and fried rice which is a bit expensive but tasty and a welcome change from the fare that is normally available in most local restaurants. I'd like to visit the Big House for some Lapsang Souchong tea but find it's closed again, this time at 2pm. I sometimes wonder if it's ever reliable as when I first went it was normally open at 12 noon, then it seemed to shift to around 2pm, now it seems to be a matter of pot luck. Disappointed I cycle back for a quick beer in the shacks before going back to my apartment. (On another day I go back and ask this question and the girl at the bar says 2-2.30pm. She likes practising English so we sit and chat for a while as it isn't busy.) From time to time I can sit in the sunshine outside and relax as it gets warmer. Summer will be here in a few weeks.

May could be more of a busy month for me: I have 2 Beijing visits to look forward to, my 53^rd birthday is coming up, I'm seeing Seven and Christine for dinner too!

THE COMING OF SPRING

I sit outside the shacks in the sunshine and begin to feel that spring may finally have arrived. The sun is quite hot and although there is a cooling breeze I am actually getting a little sunburned so I cannot sit outside without shade for too long. Therefore after a short while I go inside the shack and a feeling of calm settles over the area. The sun is bright and colours filter through the yellow, green and blue tarpaulins forming the walls of the shack: it's peaceful and relaxing. I decide to stock up on supplies and do some more home cooking: although I tend to save fish dishes for when I have guests which I seldom do at present. Steadily even the Chinese are beginning to shed their heavy coats and settling for light jackets and sweat shirts.

There comes a time when the arrival of spring has to be acknowledged as it tends to be a little uncertain in its arrival, like a guest at a function who is not sure they have been invited. It approaches slowly and hesitantly, often briefly withdrawing then poking it's welcome nose cautiously and shyly in again. Spring is the least importunate of seasons, always unsure of it's timing. Yet the most compelling sign in its favour is the fact that the groves of trees around the campus are now rapidly turning green as the leaves emerge. There can no longer be any doubt that spring in its uncertain fashion has now bumblingly eased its way into the year.

 A small drama enters into the weekend as the university closes for Qing Ming Festival (honouring one's ancestors.) Around the shacks I notice a young Chinese man apparently asleep on the pavement, a bottle of water at his side. I imagine, due to the Chinese habit of sleeping anywhere, that there is no cause for alarm. However shortly afterwards I bump into James and Iris (my neighbours) and chat for a few minutes, then on passing the spot again I find that he is still there, about 10 minutes later. So I stop and try to see if I can wake him up, but there is no response. I try a pulse but can't feel anything although I'm sure I' m doing it wrongly. I can't feel his breath and I don't have a mirror with me (of course.) It does not occur to me to check airways or try mouth to mouth, perhaps that would be unwise anyway, but I'm worried. I check his eyes and they haven't rolled up which may be a good sign. As it happens James and Iris pass by and see me with this chap looking anxious, so they walk over and Iris notices he is breathing so calls an ambulance. I'm grateful for this and pull him into recovery position, a useful thing I learned in some previous jobs, and it's evident he has peed himself, probably as a result of losing consciousness. A crowd gathers and Iris announces the ambulance is on its way.

Gradually however the guy slowly comes round and wakes up. He seems dazed and probably drunk: Iris points out that he doesn't smell of alcohol but this sometimes happens with spirits. Eventually he staggers to his feet and starts to lurch drunkenly around and babbling with a few Chinese guys good naturedly trying to hold him up. At length Iris calls the ambulance service and they cancel the vehicle, which is something that wouldn't happen in the UK, they would still expect to examine him. So in the end we all wander off to our respective afternoons with the locals still around trying to make sure this chap does not pass out again. It seems clear to me and to most of us that he is drunk on Chinese rice wine.

I go online and manage to find some accommodation in London for my return to England three and a half months away: this proves difficult as I can't find a YHA room, and the hotels of course are enormously expensive or fully booked. I sometimes wonder how anyone can manage to stay there at all unless they are rich. In the end I book one of the university halls of residence, basic, but cheap. I also consider going to Beijing again in the next Chinese holiday: normally I don't tend to because of the overcrowding and difficulty finding trains and hotels. At least another part of my homeward itinerary is completed.

THE PHANTOM OF BEIJING

 I've planned a series of visits to Beijing before the end of the term and so have booked a hotel in a different area owing to the rising costs of those in the area I normally inhabit. I set off after lunch having booked the train with the help of my students. This time I've arranged to meet my old friend and colleague Adrian from last year who has moved to Beijing, and my Chinese friend Phantom. The hotel I've booked is a charming 200 year old courtyard, presumably an old house. Sadly the weather is very poor today and I get to the subway station from Beijing West easily enough, but have to walk around in the wet, cold, grey and drizzle to find the hotel.

I have a vague idea of where it is and plunge into a warren of hutong behind the station. Unsure of my bearings I show the address printed in Chinese to a policeman who points me in the right direction and as luck would have it I find the hotel in the next few minutes. It's full of rustic charm and I'm glad I've booked this one. There is a feeling of having entered another world and another time, of having left modern China behind and I feel transported back in time to the very first visit I made to Beijing in 1997 with Sarah.

The hutong around the hotel are fascinating although a little tawdry, with numerous sex shops around and I suspect, streetwalkers. I have a slight cold so have a hot shower which really restores me and wander out into the gloom to meet Adrian in Dongcheng North.

 Now there is supposed to be a new line extension to Shichahai Station in Houhai, but I find to my dismay that it hasn't been completed and tired as I am, I have to make 3 line changes to get there. So I just have time for a quick beer and a sit down before we meet at the station at Shichahai and I'm glad to see him: we catch up with each other over a couple of beers in Great Leap, followed by a meal in my favourite Indian restaurant which is not far away.  

Sadly the meal takes a long time to arrive as the place is very busy tonight, and we fetch up in Great Leap again at around 9.30. Adrian mentions as time goes on that we need to make tracks before 11pm if we are to catch the last train on the subway.  

 However we arrive at the station at 11 to find it closed: the last train has gone and I'm not sure what to do. At this point I don't panic and suggest we can get a cab: however I don't know exactly how to get to my hotel, and I've left my Beijing map in my room thinking I wouldn't need it! So I call Phantom and ask if she can explain to the cab driver (at such time as I can get a cab) how to get to the metro station near my hotel and she kindly agrees. Adrian knows how to get home, so we try and hail a cab.  

 But this proves difficult, as we can't seem to find one for hire, they're all engaged and Adrian explains that in China everyone books a taxi on their phones. So he suggests we start walking south towards where we both live at present: I know the general area and we walk towards Jinghshan Park. Adrian thinks we will be able to find a cab around the Forbidden City area, however as we go on the city becomes more and more deserted with fewer and fewer cars. It becomes eerily quiet with a slight mist developing, and I become uncomfortably aware that I don't have my map with which I could have walked back to the hotel, even though it must be several miles away, the subway network is closed, there are no taxis around and I don't know how to use the buses. I'm effectively locked out of the transport network. As Adrian's confident we can find a cab at Tiananmen Square, we walk along the side of the Forbidden City, passing a shadowy and silent watchtower on the corner in the gloom. The road passes outside the massive walls of the complex and the moat, so all you can see is trees, but it seems to go on for ever, reminding me of the immense size of the palaces, and we begin to despair of reaching the other side. I'm still basically optimistic and feel a sense of adventure as even I can't imagine not making it back to the hotel. I call Phantom again and she says she is OK with my calling at any time should we find a taxi.

 At length we come to the immense boulevard in front of the Forbidden City and on the other side of it is the Square. It's teeming with traffic but of the many taxis we see, none are for hire, so we wait for some time until Adrian suggests we cross to the other side of the road. At this point when we've crossed over he hails two Chinese ladies and asks in Chinese, as he can speak some functional Chinese, if they can get us a cab on their phones. They try for a few minutes and my hopes rise at this, however a policeman asks us all to move away from the road. I still feel hopeful as these ladies seem cheerfully willing to help,but my hopes become fruitless as it ultimately proves impossible. We thank them for the attempt and at this point a cab arrives with a for hire sign on it: so I jump over and show the driver the address of the metro near my hotel which Adrian's written down for me in Chinese, but he starts saying “No,no no.” By this time I'm becoming desperate, so I lean in through the window, half in the cab by now and call Phantom, giving him the phone and asking her to explain what's happening. There is some lively exchange but he won't take us so he finally drives off with me smiling and saying “F**k off”. Phantom later explains that for taxis to pick up-around this area is actually illegal.  

 We set off south again and I'm now faced with the prospect of sleeping rough, trying to find another hotel or crashing at Adrian's place. It seems hopeless. Adrian finds a hire cycle and scans it with his smart-phone to unlock it, suggesting we take turns to cycle. As he pedals along I can see at the end of the street, a taxi with its hire light on in the distance about 400 yards away, which turns and stops, so I ask Adrian to pedal over and see if he can catch it. For some reason its hazard lights are on and I reach the cab to find it empty, but the driver is not far away : presumably he has gone to relieve himself, and I show him the address. He agrees to take me but he wants RMB 100 for it, which is absolute robbery. I fix the highwayman with a horrible glare but I realise I have no choice. As the saying goes, at least Dick Turpin wore a mask! So I reluctantly agree and pile into the cab, while Adrian cycles home. We speed off but sadly the cab driver seems to get lost and travels up and down Zhushikou West Street (where the station is) struggling with his sat-nav until he eventually finds it, dark and unlit and drops me off. I try to get my bearings and realise I'm on the wrong side of the road: however there is a footbridge not far away, I can see the hutong from here: so I walk over and inabout 10 minutes I'm back at the hotel, weary but relieved, and I text Phantom and Adrian to let them know. It's about 1pm and I realise that in the future I can't afford to miss the last subway if I have no map and am miles from where I'm staying. Beijing is safe enough but is a big place to get stranded in!

The next morning is bright and sunny so I walk around the local area, which is bustling and very old fashioned with Mongolian-style hot-pot and duck restaurants like those I saw in 1997. It feels a lot like Chinatown in London. Wandering around I soon arrive at the south gate of Tiananmen Square, whereupon I realise that if I had only had a map I would have realised that when I was on the north side of the Square I would have been 20 minutes walk away from my hotel! Following this I hole up in a charming and old-fashioned bar where I write this up over a pot of green tea!

  

 Later that afternoon I meet Phantom at Great Leap: I'd originally planned to visit the Sanlitun area but neither of us is able to stay out too late as I'm too far away from my hotel and she has plans for the next day. (I do want to find some more interesting bars even though I like it here. Sanlitun tends to be full of bearded, slightly geeky, bespectacled young American men looking for a Chinese girlfriend) So we stay for a few beers and have a heartening talk followed by a visit to 4 Corners where I can have some stuffed squid and spring rolls, all very tasty, as Phantom does not tend to eat in the evening. We also chat to the owner who looks Vietnamese but is in fact Canadian of Vietnamese heritage. He has the extraordinary English name June, about which we have an interesting conversation: he is quite a fascinating character who seems to have been travelling most of his adult life.

 Finally we finish the evening in our favourite bar near the Lama Temple.

The hotel is very pleasant and I wish I'd booked it again. I look into this but as time goes on it seems to get more expensive so I live with my current choices. I arrive back at around 10.30pm and have a walk around the area, but I've had enough to drink and so stop and buy a Big Mac, which as it turns out I forget to eat when I get back to my room owing to my tiredness and state of inebriation, so the next day it's still intact in its box with one bite taken out of the edge like something out of a comic. It actually makes a passable breakfast. I set off for Beijing West at about 11am and the train journey to Baoding East passes off smoothly.

BAODING LIFE 5

The weather fluctuates between periods of warmth and relative cold, with mostly cloud-free days. On occasions when it does become cloudy the drop in temperature is noticeable. Life in the shacks carries on as before, but now tables begin to appear outside and soon, barbecue stalls will be placed outside as well. Since the end of the winter break the area has been restored to its former lively atmosphere, although it will be some time before spring really arrives, perhaps three to four weeks. At any rate I am able to walk and cycle around the area without wearing so many layers, although sometimes I know I'm being premature because occasionally I do become chilly. I don't need the heating on any more however. At night it still becomes cold because of the clear skies and the street outside the campus has a night market which bustles with street vendors. I spend some time making my own meals although I do eat out fairly often, perhaps more often than I should. I aim to visit the hutong around the old town and the old campus more, as there is a wider selection of food and drink available.

So I arrange to stay overnight one weekend in the rooms I was accommodated in when I first arrived and my former flat was not ready. I can get there by bike and I am to spend a little time in the old town. I also cycle out to Route 66 and come across my old acquaintances from the time before I went o Guangxi. I have a pleasant evening but I know things are no longer quite the same and I've learned to live with it. I need things to look forward to so I spend quite a lot of time online with Sarah organising our summer holidays when I get back to England, and also planning the rest of my time in China. I'd like to visit Beijing once a month before I leave so I go online looking for cheap hotels, which in Beijing is becoming more and more difficult if you don't want to sleep in a dormitory. However I do manage to find three or four: the ones I stayed in before are either too expensive or are now unavailable. Perhaps something is happening to the Chinese economy.

 I feel the need to make much more of my own food but I haven't done much food shopping apart from a few vegetables, so for the present I'm just managing with some meatballs and salad this week. Next week I guess I will need to think about getting some more supplies from the Chinese supermarkets.

 So I cycle to the town centre with an overnight bag to stay on the old campus: (it takes about 20 minutes to check in as they spend an inordinate amount of time reading my passport) and that evening ride out to 66 after a hot shower which relaxes me, where I treat myself to a pizza which I'm unable to finish so perhaps that' s a mistake! There is no-one around so at 7.30 I ride back and I feel utterly exhausted. I feel the tiredness is due to emotional stress so I have an early night at around 8.30. On and off I sleep over about 11 hours and wake at 8 the next day. I feel I need this change of scenery. In 66 and other places I'm sometimes irked by the seeming rudeness of Chinese diners, especially the women. They constantly bark “FU-YUAN!” (service) which is a little bit like shouting “Garcon!” in France and is generally regarded as rude even by younger Chinese.

The next day I decide to walk around the area. There is a video shop about a mile away which I visit to see if I can find anything worth watching but I fail to find anything I like so I take the bus to the shopping malls on the other side of town where I stop for sushi: there is a restaurant there which sells good quality sushi and sashimi, with dishes on a conveyor belt like those in the UK. It's still relatively early after this and I'm anxious to avoid drinking alcohol too much as I take the bus back to the campus area and walk around looking for a tea shop and fail to find one so I finally remember there is a coffee bar in the University, so I hole up here for a while with a bottle of water. You would be surprised to fund out how difficult it is to find a good tea shop in this area. In China there is a strange custom of drinking hot water ( as the tap water is not filtered properly from the sewers) So when I want cold water it has to come from a bottle:in the sushi restaurant there is a water tap like the ones in English sushi bars but of course the water is hot, which tends to taste terrible, although cold water can be the most refreshing drink in the world at times. There are a number of students here, some of them asleep. The Chinese capacity for sleeping in public is astonishing. You find them sleeping in restaurants and offices,on buses and trains, (although this is not so remarkable as train journeys in China can take days) in shops and by the roadside.

Balloon seller outside  the shopping mall

Kite market at the military school park.

I feel tired and sleepy myself so I go back to my room and have an afternoon nap, which is not something I normally do. However I feel this is due to emotional pressure as, owing to mounting administrative pressure, personal difficulties which this journal is not the right place to record, and deep seated worries I have become anxious and sometimes depressed. I wake up after an hour and decide to cycle around the corner to a bar I found last year called the Big House. This one is a good choice as it sells a variety of of teas including Lapsang Souchong, Sarah's favourite tea. So I sit with a pot of this for an hour or so and do some writing. Finally at around 6.30 pm I go and have dinner in a nearby restaurant where they do a good if expensive prawn and cashew nut dish which I have with fried rice, and following this I've planned to cycle into the old town. The old traditional restaurant I used to visit last year has sadly been turned into a Chinese bar although it still ha s a stage for music as the owner is a musician. I feel the place is an extension of his music but now it doesn't sell food which is a shame as it was my favourite restaurant. So I cycle into the old town where in the quiet alleys I see some streetwalkers who call out to me as I pass a doorway. When I go in I'm made very welcome although it's hard to talk due to our mutual language barriers. I take something of a liberty and phone my friend Abby who knows the owner and we talk through her for five minutes. (She warns me to be careful cycling home.) There is a young man there who speaks a little English as well, so I show them some of my Guangxi photos: they also have a short jam session.

 I begin to relax and feel something of the warmth I felt last year. Cycling back through the hutong the same streetwalkers are still there and I feel sorry for them.  

 Finally I get back to the Big House, where I have one more beer and get talking to a student and the owner of the bar. Like the boss of the other bar he's pleased to see me although we have to talk through the student. We have a warm conversation and I get back to my room at about 11pm. The next morning I feel refreshed and I also feel I have dome myself good by having this change of scene: this and the long sessions of sleep I've had seem to have restored some of my energy.

SPRING APPROACHES

 As March arrives the weather begins to move slowly away from the savage cold of December and January. The sky tends to be clearer and the smogs are far less perceptible. At night however it still becomes bitterly cold, mostly owing to the lack of cloud. It does become very windy at times making cycling somewhat dangerous. There are more re-erected shanties appearing around the campus border and more of these are becoming occupied but for how long it's impossible to say. The most compelling sign of an approaching spring is that the trees around the universities are starting to bud.  

I hear from Seven and Christine, something like 3 weeks after my original message but I'm pleased. We arrange to have dinner together in a traditional old-style restaurant in the old town, where to food is mediocre but the surroundings and the conversation are good. I hope to see them again. They seem sad that I'm not coming back to China after the summer.

In the shacks the local Chinese never seem to eat anything but soup noodles: these horribly undignified dishes consist of a bowl of soup with doodles, boiled egg and some sort of meatball. They are truly disgusting and I'm constantly assailed by the sound of people slurping on these things. I do manage to find a new shack that makes a good fried rice although I have to order it in Chinese which is frustrating due to my ineptitude and I do some more home cooking: curried crab with rice and an omelette, spag bol and chicken curry. I also visit a local hot-pot place one evening with a colleague: it's a place I've tried before but have been unable to order due to language barriers.  

It gradually becomes warm enough to occasionally sit outside in the sun with only a light coat on, which is very encouraging, and there is a feeling of spring in the air: although in my experience winter can take a long time to disappear. I encourage the students to work outside the classroom as there is a huge skylight on the floor and a lot of space, so there is an atelier atmosphere!