HutongThe traditional homes of the working class, Hutongs or alleys were also places where the merchants lived, and the size of their statues in front plus how large thier threshhold was showed the level of
... [more]Upon arriving in Beijing, I was greeted with the usual noise, pollution, pissed off cab drivers, and...a nice clean air conditioned car. The hostel I was staying at arranged to ahve me picked up by the Chinese version of Bob Hope. The Far East-Beijing Hostel was actually a hutong, a traditinal courtyard home in an old back alley. The house over 300 years old, was divided up into dorms, which I was surprsed to find clean and comfortable. The main theme of my two days in Beijing so far has been one of surprise: that the people here are really making an effort to clean up the city, and that the city still smells like rotting cabbage in a pit full of smelly socks. You are now asking yourself: why is she there? Why is anyone there??? Because it's China, where madness and beauty collied in front of you and you cannot look away.
A point on surviving Beijing and all of China for that matter, is to cross the road without becoming one more dead Wai Guo Ren (forienger). It is possible as long as you observe what the locas do: follow how they cross, looking even when the
My ArrivalThe only blue sky near Beijing is high above.
green little man tells you to go, becaue the traffic can go if it turning right, and left, and straight...in fact...just cross with the locals as a human shield.