Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A WORD OR TWO ABOUT GUIDES - by TODD

NOTE: there are changes in italics below to try to clarify this post. We like CCAI very much and very much loved and appreciated the guides for their help. In the original post, I made some speculations as to the reason that we might have been brought to these specific shops, but I really have no proof of these things, and there are definately alternate explanations (e.g. the shops were reputable, but, without the paticipation of the guides, the shops realized they had a captive audience, and thus would not bargain - also the fresh-water salt-issue could have been an isolated mishap). My fear is that, in trying to just tell people to not take things for granted and to use their judgement, that I might get someone in trouble. Our guides were great and I love CCAI... I'd use them again. So these changes reflect the wish not to accuse anyone of anything but to act as a caveat to everyone to use the same "shop around" cautionary philosophy you would use in the US.

I have been swamped this week at work, and I wanted to get some kind of post out (to let you know I'm still intending on continuing). I figured I'd sqeeze out a small post about guides - maybe doesn't deserve a full chapter heading, but it deserved to be in the book, so:

TODD'S GINORMOUS GUIDE TO CHINA

PART 3: GUIDES


During your visit to china, you will have 2-3 groups of guides – one in each city that you stay in. They will organize the paperwork-filling sessions, arrange to get you to appointments, and arrange other optional excursions. Some of these excursions will be pure shopping, and others will be sightseeing (most of these have shopping too). Many of the trips to big stores (friendship stores, department stores) may be necessary or even mandated by regulations, but I was surprised (this is likely a product of my own naïveté) that when the guides bring you to stores in multi store shopping areas that they say have been “recommended” to them you should try other places as well.

In the pearl market in Guangzhou, our local guides brought us to 2 stores (out of hundreds):
We weren’t really happy with these stores as they wouldn’t bargain very much, with the store proprieters droning on about the “quality” of the merchandise, which seemed OK but not really top notch. We came back to the mall (as I’ve mentioned in other posts) alone, and found some very good stuff at a better price at “Apex Jewlers.” Later, a member of our group discovered that the salt water pearls that they bought at one of the recommended places was fresh water, confronted the staff, who told them that no, they were really salt water, they didn’t know what they were looking at. Three more opinions later, the guide went back with them to confront the store, the store owners gave some face saving excuse, and then made it right.

The problem here is that the places who are having groups of people brought to them feel like they have enough of a captive audience that they don’t have to play by the same “rules.” My more well (internationally) traveled colleagues tell me that this is a time honored tradition, and is no big deal, I just didn’t expect it. This should not hamper your appreciation of the guides, but you should realize that the places you are brought to might not automatically be the best places to go. I definitely wouldn’t buy from the these particular places again.

Our guides in Guangzhou were otherwise very good. They walked us line by line through the yellow envelope paperwork, and kept me from making at least 2 mistakes. They helped us get over our single feeding hurtle at 8:00 at night (I think), were always on call to answer questions (in the hotel), didn’t let us forget anything, and took us exactly where we needed to go. Despite the above, we tipped at over the recommended amount (everyone in our group tipped them 100$ each – not all that much for 13 days, really).

All of the guides in each location arranged for a number of meals, which emboldened us to try things ourselves. One funny thing is the way they made such a big production out of producing silverware for us, and asking us if we were SURE we could handle the chopsticks. It was adorable. The protectionism (when they find out you left the island on your own, they act surprised) can get annoying, but mostly it’s kind of cute too. They obviously care very much.

The guides weren’t really good at getting the hotel staff to change things, whcih is the hotel's fault. They don’t eat with you when they arrange meals, which is hard to get used to (they are too busy serving you). The guides in Hong Kong were good also and always tried. All guides, especially the ones in Hong Kong have peculiar senses of humor (the Hong Kong guides, as I may have mentioned, have 2 jokes – the Jackie Chan joke, and the women-like-to-shop joke).

We hired a private guide in Beijing, and she did NOT bring us to any specific shops. She was a recommended guide by the hotel, and she just took us where we told her to. The guide on the Great Wall tour did take us to specific shops, though (bus tour).

So that’s enough “short” post for me. I’ll be back.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

ELECTRIC PLUG POST, IT TAKES FOREVER, AND THAT’S A MIGHTY LONG TIME – by TODD

TODD’S BIG FREAKIN’ GUIDE TO CHINA

PART 2: ELECTRIC PLUGS


Electricity use while in China is a surprisingly big topic. The reason for this is that the unpredictability of both your appliances and what the plugs will actually be like in any given room make a simple 1-2-3 BAM! bottom lining impossible. I thought I would explain the basics of understanding, and tell you what I think this boils down to (so skip to the bottom if you could care less about the specifics).

The first thing to understand is the idea of “dual voltage.” All non-US countries (i.e. sane countries… ones that use the metric system and all) run their outlets on 220 V (the US uses 110 V), so the first crucial thing about a given appliance is whether of not it will work with the 220 voltage. On most appliances, this information exists on the “adapter” box (i.e. the small black box with the plug prongs sticking out of it) although some appliances will have this info in raised letters in the plastic housing of the appliance, or on an adhesive plate on the item. What you are looking for is something that says either “110V” or “100-240V” or something like that. If 220 is within the range of the item, then it is “dual” voltage, and can use the foreign electricity straight, which means all you need to do is adapt the plug (i.e. put something on the plug so it will fit the holes – more on adapters later). If it’s not dual voltage, you NEED a converter or transformer for the item.

In my case (and in most cases) the laptop, camera battery recharger, camcorder recharger, and one of my cell phone (Motorola) rechargers were dual voltage. Only the other cell phone recharger (for my wife’s Samsung) and the Game Boy DS recharger were single voltage of the ELECTRONIC items. My wife’s flatiron for her hair and the hair dryer (the ELECTRIC or HEATING items) were single voltage, and, as you’ll see, this was the big bugaboo.

Lets focus on the DS and Samsung phone for a second. Low power draw items have the advantage of being able to use the 110V “shaver” plugs. These were in the bathroom of all of the hotels rooms we had during our trip. This basically is a plate on the wall which contains 2 sets of plug holes labeled 220 and 110. The 110 always (in our cases) had holes shaped like the Greek letter omega, with the flat base of the letter pointed toward the center of the plate - like the hole pairs in thisThis meant that it would fit either USor common international round pin plugs without an adapter (note the ABCD nomenclature for plugs is, in my experience, variable and thus a crapshoot). HOWEVER, one of our friends in the Swan had no wall plug in the bathroom at all, so this varies, and can’t be counted on. In Hong Kong, because I wanted to charge both the DS and the phone at once, I used (for the only time) the low amp converter (Best Buy, the black converter) and it worked fine.

Hence, all of our electronics could have been used with plug adapters only. A word about these adapters: We took 2 sets of Radio shack adapters (5 pieces, 5 different plug prongs) which cost 5$ a set. There are universal adapters (this is an example: the ones I saw had a different male end), but these aren't really helpful prospectively - the wrong side is "universal" (although the hotel may give you one that fits their outlets if you request an adapter). All of our hotels had at least one international universal outlet (which is very helpful), which looks like the FRONT (“female”) side of the above universal adapter. These outlets/adapters can take any international plug, including the US plug. I wouldn’t count on this kind of outlet being in every room, however, and sometimes the plugs fit funny in the adapter (the holes arent exactly the right size).

In Beijing, they also had universal outlets, the round plug outlets (for the plugs I showed above), and the big british plug outlets (these are the “big plugs”, usually with 3 prongs, in a plug adapter set). There may have been a flat slant outlet (like that in this picture, only the 3rd plug is often absent like the way most American plug-ins don't have a third prong to fill the third hole), but I’m not sure. Hong Kong definitely had all of these different types of outlets, while Guangzhou had one universal, the round ones in the bathroom, and maybe a flat slant (I remember this was either in Beijing or Guangzhou, but not both). So, in total, the places were able, in various outlets, to accommodate specifically the big British, the flat slant, the common international round pin, and US plugs, with each place having at least a single universal outlet. So I can’t recommend a single adapter to bring. See below for final recommendations.

The big issue was the flat iron. We brought a high amp converter (Best Buy, the white one), which by all info on the box should have worked the flat iron with no problem, but it didn’t. It was inert (no heating occured). I tried the low amp one just to see if it would work, but it started smelling pretty quick (iron got hot, but the converter got hotter).

So, since coiffing is sine qua non for my wife’s existence, we got the iron working by getting the hotel to give us a transformer in each place. In Beijing, the hotel offered us one on the phone before we got there, we said yes, and it was waiting in the room (2 American plugs on the front). In Hong Kong, I had to play charades, but they brought the 186 pound WW I transformer I talked about earlier (it worked – 1 American pug on front). In Guangzhou, we requested one, they knew what I meant, and they brought one with a universal plug power strip with 6 outlets:
This solved the problem nicely, and in Guangzhou we ran everything off of this strip.

***********BOTTOM LINE ALERT************

So, the deal as I see it is this: if you want to be absolutely sure you are covered and you need to work heat generating appliance, bring a transformer (these are big and a little heavy, but not too much so when you consider how much you are packing for 2.5-3.5 weeks), a power strip (a standard US power strip is fine, although you may want it to have a surge protector if you are using a laptop, etc.) and one set of adapters to make sure the transformer plug can fit the wall. If you are a member of the unwashed masses who finds hair care less necessary or more low tech (THE HORROR! THE HORROR!), the take a set of adapters, a low voltage converter only if you have a non dual voltage item (also you could, for flexibility, grab an additional set of adapters in this case for a total of 2 sets), and a power strip rated for 220 V use. If you want to wing it, you can bring nothing, as we could have gotten by purely on help from the hotel desk as it turns out. However, we are nothing if not high strung, and winging it is something dirty hippies do (just kidding, I like hippies). Almost anything on this list can be obtained at either Radio Shack or Best Buy, but a good transformer (watch the amp clearance - make sure your heating appliances amperage is covered by the transformer's range), any universal plug adapters, and the 220 rated power strip might have lower availability, and might be be better purchased online (possibly at one of the resources below) if you have the time.

Resources:

Stores that carry plugs (there are many more... just google "internantional plug adapters):
http://bargainoffers.com/catalog/plug-adapters-c-30_35.html
http://www.stayonline.com/power-international-power.aspx
http://www.buytravelconverter.com
and Travelproducts.com, which has a nice overview and definition of terms as well as selling stuff

More info:
Kropla has a nice summary too. Between here, this, and travel products, you should be good for basic sources.

So, there it is… the not so simple guide to electricity. I think the white converter not working was an output issue at the outlet level (i.e. the OUTLET wasn’t rated for enough amps), but I’m guessing. Tune in at some soon but indeterminate future date for more “getting ready for China” fun!

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

AND I’M TIRED OF LIVIN’ IN THIS HERE HOTEL... – by EMO-TODD

Ryan Adams… scraping the bottom of the barrel for music reference titles, I guess. I’ll have to switch to another Jeopardy category like “famous lines from post modern fiction” or “fart jokes.” Some new photos before we start the main thing:
Ahh, I feel better now. So get ready for the beginning of a looong series of posts I like to call

TODD’S MASSIVE GUIDE TO CHINA

PART 1: HOTELS IN CHINA

We began our China expedition in Beijing (Grand Hyatt, 3 days),




went to Hong Kong (Regal Riverside, 3 days),


and ended in Guangzhou (White Swan, 13 days).





Hence, much of the info will be primarily about the White Swan with contrasting points from the other two. I obviously have no info about the other provinces, so your mileage may vary considerably.

The Lobby was exceptional in all places.
GRAND HYATT
WHITE SWAN

The front desk staff varied in their English abilities, but (except in one or two instances) were able to call someone over who was more adequate when I insisted on using words like “bovine” and “transubstantiate” and “exegis” when asking how to get to McDonalds. At the non-White Swan hotels, they were LOUSY at recommending places to eat, varying from “our hotel restaurants are the best places” to “our hotel restaurants are the only safe places.” We needed to ask the guides about this. We never asked at the Swan because they gave us such extensive info before hand.

SUBSECTION A: Money changing - Cash exchange was a little more involved in Guangzhou where they entered the serial numbers of all bills that they gave you into a mini-register so that they had a record of which bills they gave you (I suppose this was in case you come back and claim they gave you a counterfeit bill). If there is a line of two people for the changing, I would definitely come back later. We were told repeatedly to bring our passports to the counter when we changed money but we never needed them (just the room number was good enough). One crucial thing is that the US money needs to be in good condition when you change it (something they told us) but tears are the most important thing, as we had a bill rejected for having a 2 mm corner tear (in an otherwise pristine bill – they never mentioned this particular to us beforehand).

More Swan info: There is a business office on the second floor (other side of the elevators from the front desk) of the Swan which you can make copies, use the computer and print. It’s not cheap, but not too too expensive, and we used the computer only to print airline stuff before we came back and to make one set of A4 – the rest of the world other than the US’s standard paper size - copies. The second floor has the taxi stand “main” entrance by the main hotel lobby desks. The “primary” first floor exit by the elevators is the main one you will use to walk in and out (it empties onto the street where all the restaurants and laundry services are). In this area are 2 ATM’s and a booth where they sell mooncakes that was ALWAYS crowded. This may be seasonal though. You eat in the AM with your breakfast vouchers (they usually ask for them up front) in a buffet setting on the first floor on the other side of the elevators from this entrance. It is open till’ 10:30, but the last half hour they are ACTIVELY trying to get you to leave (they stop refilling the juice containers and let them run out, they completely stop refilling your coffee when it’s hard enough to get refills as it is, they start taking away food 15 minutes early… man, I hate “they”- “they” are rude). So don’t cut it close unless you enjoy the bad wait staff game. The food is somewhat predictable and you can always find something - even if the bacon was uniformly soggy you can always eat 20 hash brown cakes to contribute to your overall excellent gastrointestinal health in China!

On the first floor on the other side of the stores from the elevators are the “back entrance” where you board all the busses you might use, and a group check-in desk. There is a small but (seatwise) well stocked lobby here. Behind this is the Mattel themed playroom


where you can visit the Juicy Barbie (tell her hi for me). This playroom has a variety of stuff, so for toys I would only bring small stuff from home – some jangly things like plastic key rings, a few books maybe – to play with in the room, but the playdates with others from your travel group are very helpful in combining playtime with acclimation.

Elevators in China are often missing floors with 8’s in them. The Swan starts on floor one, but almost every other elevatored building we were in China had a G floor and a first floor. One of the Swan elevators was “haunted” and kept doing funky stuff. The Swan fire escape is fun, and I highly recommend using it, at least experimentally, if you have to go down or up a floor by yourself. To do this, though, you have to avoid the hall monitor… yes, each floor has a person (usually female) at a podium who is on you like a wet leaf as soon as you leave your room. They press the elevator button for you, hold the door open, etc. THE GOOD: if you need pillows, ice, etc, you just have to stick your head out of the door and ask. THE BAD: it gets incredibly intrusive, you get self conscious having an open door conversation with your neighbor, you are constantly trying to figure out whether you need to throw the “race” they are having with you to the down button… this last is not as trivial as it sounds: you are forced to interact with someone in two well defined social settings just to get into the elevator, and you constantly wonder whether you need to slow down and let them hold the door or press the button for you. I still have nightmares about opening the door to the room and seeing a woman with no face maintaining a distance of 3 inches from the tip of my nose as I walk towards the elevator. At least I’ve sopped having the dream about riding that steam-powered snake through the tunnel.

So, at last we get to the rooms. The AC’s in China weren’t that powerful (except at the Hyatt), and I’d advise against turning them off or significantly down even if you are cold. In the Swan and one other hotel, the AC return was accessible in the room by prying open a panel, and we got better airflow by messing with the filters which were overdue for cleaning. You can’t really feel the air blow (the fans on the unit aren’t so hot).

The laundry prices were much better on the street than at the hotel (we only know this for the Swan), and there are several laundry places immediately outside the entrance (we used Shelly’s on the corner right outside the hotel… the place that has “40% off laundry” painted on it in large friendly letters… we are easy). Look in the drawers in the closet rolling drawer set, as there are some helpful items (several White Swan bags, for instance) that we didn’t find until later.

Bathrooms – All toilets were fine (no complaints) as was the toilet paper (please note… this goes for the hotels ONLY – most of the squatties have no toilet paper). Sink space is limited but decent. The Swan tub was a little small, but the Riverside tub was IMPOSSIBLY small – if you are into conjugal bath time, I hope you are a Leprechaun. The water in the tub is brown, which is nice as it serves as a reminder not to get any in your mouth. The faucet is “Giardia” brand, so that helps too. The outlets in the bathroom on all places were dual voltage (i.e. had plugs that would work with any US shavers), but are low output so only stuff like shavers and game boys would work – no hair dryers won’t cut it here, so all my wife’s coiffing was done at the desk. There was an additional British plug only outlet in the adjustable mirror in the Swan – this is key to note in that I have been in rooms in the Swan where there was a remodel and they forgot to put in any other outlet. So if you don’t see an outlet, check the little mirror.

The rooms are variable in size, but a little on the small side in general. At the Swan, they all had a tiled area near the window with a crib, a chair, a small table, and a hutch. The hutch had a badly formatted honor bar (I knocked over bottles constantly) on some shelving, with a staging area which is about 2x2 feet , with some of the back part less usable due to the shelving. They place your 2 free bottles of water a day here (Watson water at the Swan, Cool brand water at the Riverside, and 3 bottles a day of some local "white label" brand at the Hyatt). On this area is the best thing in china – a pot that boils water in, like, 7 seconds. I am not overstating when I say it is a miracle. It is the best invention since the mitochondria. I can’t find them in the US. That sucks. This pot is your friend. Your 6:00 AM bottle makin' friend. Under the hutch is a fridge that is stocked with juices and stuff, that only had door-room to hold the 3 liters of the TsingTao that you buy at a time at 7-11 (and by you I mean all those drunken reprobates in our travel group). The rest of the fridge has only about 2 pizza slices of clearance above the bottles. Very cramped, but if you are smarter than I was maybe you can get the intrusive hall lady to clean it out for you.

A note about cleaning at the Swan… they are good about restocking, making the beds (more about the plural in a minute) and doing the turndown, but they don’t clean the room adequately or even tolerably. We had to ask someone to come and remove the trash or clean the surfaces on several occasions. They seem to regard detritus as something that the room inhabitant should be ashamed of… i.e. they expect you to clean the room of all evidence that you are not a robot before the cleaning people arrive. They did not ever wipe the spilled formula powder or rice flakes from the hutch without being asked. In one event (the details of which I am not at liberty to disclose) we had a routine biological accident that, ordinarily in the US, a hotel would have dealt with and ignored – they had a manager call us and tell us that if it happened again, that we must contact them immediately. They scolded us about effluvia! Wouldn’t fly stateside, boy.

In China, the hotels have consoles – this bears specific mention. The nightstand, between the beds, contains a series of buttons that work the lights and TV in the room, as well as the do not disturb light. This is usually styled in a very 70’s way, but is kind of cool. Only problem is, it is attached by a harness to the wall that makes it impossible to move the nightstand more than a few feet. This means that you can’t push the beds together, which is necessary because…

THE CHINESE DON’T CARE WHO GETS TO SLEEP TOGETHER. We had 2 twin beds and could not switch rooms. Of our travel group, only one family that I know of had a bigger solitary bed (a king). This is out of 14 rooms. The sleeping arrangement thing is not something that is considered while booking. I don’t think that there is anything you can do about this (except maybe to ask your adoption group in advance to ask your in country guides if they could arrange something) but sleeping apart was unusual for us. Also, the beds were very hard at the Swan, but there is bunting in the room (up in the closet? can’t remember exactly) that helps some. Get ready for a firm rest, though.

Overall the Grand Hyatt was the best and most Western of our experiences, while the Riverside was the worst (I didn’t talk a lot about it specifically, but it was out of the way for anything you wanted to do, was very un-updated in appointments, had a criminally small tub, had exposed wiring, and smelled like aspergillus), and the White Swan was OK. If you adjust your service expectations, or are alright with being insistent, and don’t care about the manager discussing you bodily processes, it was pretty good. If you have a river view, there are (basically) light shows outside you window every night
(in a related note, the curtains come together a little funny, but once you make them meet they are very thick and block out the light effectively).

There is more to say about the hotels, but the other things fall under separate categories, and I’ll address them there. Sorry for the long and less snarky post, but there was a lot of info to dump.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

I'M BACK... BACK IN THE VEGAS GROOVE - the Todd solo album






Hey!

I still do plan to continue posting, but my first week back at work was too catchy-upey too do anything during the week, and this weekend kind of got away from me (didn't do any of the stuff I was supposed to - pretty accomplishment free - oh well).

The above are a few catch up pics' The shaggy yet distinguished gentleman-dude holding MJ is Brandon, her oldest brother, back from USC to meet the new addition. Also included are: her first bath in the sink, hangin with the doggies, and learning to crawl: an epic in many parts.

My plan, as I think I've mentioned, is to to keep posting with some new pictures and some summary posts. Posts like "Electrical Outlets In China: the Truth Revealed!", "Drivers in China and the Importance of Life Insurance", and "Tipping Do's and Don'ts... Your Guess is as Good as Mine." I want to do some of this soon before my knowledge fades. The hotel post is probably the most important, so I'll probably start there in the next few days.

Till then, it's been good to be back. Bye!

Saturday, September 22, 2007

A SORT OF HOMECOMING - by TODD

We're Home. MJ has met Chase and Aidan. I'm kind of tired, and trying to watch the LSU and USC games, but I wanted to connect the dots for the end of this trip, and let you know that I plan to keep going with summation posts (hopefully useful to people who haven't gone yet), additional commentary, and #99 fortune bonus pictures.

But first...It's choose JUICY. Apparently, Juicy is "a contemporary line of casual apparel based in Pacoima, California." "Slogans often adorn Juicy apparel, such as "Wake up and smell the Couture", " Go Couture Yourself", " The Joy Only Bling Can Bring", and "Dude, Where's my Couture?."" And apparently "Choose Juicy" also. Wikipedia confirms the existence of the Barbie (scroll down or ctrl-F "Barbie"). If you read the wiki entry, the idea of a Juicy shopping barbie is a no brainer. Ergo, no Barbies in my house, ever.

Our last night we ate at the hotel BBQ again, and had a nice time with the other families. I think we lucked out with a group of very nice, well adjusted, funny people. Except that one family. Boy, we hated them. Just kidding. At the BBQ we got to watch them park the Disco boat right next to us:Which was nice.

Let me quickly mention how much we appreciated the comments. I tend to do the blog "real time" meaning you will get an incomplete version if you check it before I'm finished. Sometimes, in fact, Brandi will make me edit stuff out, so checking before I'm finished is the only way to get the unrated version. Anyway, I see that Truly Blessed (who, along with Wes, Terri, Emma, Sam, and, of course, David and Marie - congratulations on your referral, guys, we'll follow your blog because you ARE DOING ONE - are the most devoted of the commenters who I've not met in the flesh) posted before I finished. I'm very gratified that people care about our adoption and our trip, and the comments mean alot to us. Thank you. These thanks also apply to the people we knew before who were so nice to follow our trip (Ralph, Mom, my sister Caren, Gia and family, the Shellingtons, Sue, Cara, etc.), but I need that hammer you borrowed back.

The last full day saw us taking alot of pictures on the famous red couch. Now, get ready for this... there are 7 red couches! I felt somehow betrayed by this. There should be a "the red couch." We took family photos:And pics of all the babies, although this is the closest we got to all babies not crying or falling over:The process of trying to set up for the picture was a full post's worth by itself, but a picture is worth a thousand words:Hey, that's me! Finally, all the families together: DONE!

Finally, it was time to go home. As we pulled away from the White Swanwe all got a misty. Had we known how truly dreadful the trip back would be, we might have stayed. 36 hours awake for me and I began to, as Gia says, "hellucinate." One good night's sleep, though, and I'm back in the saddle. MJ tolerated the trip the best of all of us. One last glimpse of Chinaand then we're back in the USA! When we pulled up to the house, the kids were all outside waiting:Awww, that sign. I'm getting choked up looking at it. This is the first picture of MJ in her house (Aidan gazes lovingly at his new sister, while she prepares to rule - "I wonder if I like the color of those drapes? No matter. We will get everything in shape in due time").

So, for now, I leave you with MJ and her two older brothers: In conclusion, we're back, we're safe, and the whole thing was less ordealious than anticipated. All things considered I'd do it again, however we may just have enough. We'll see.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

IF ONLY THEY HAD THE WORLD LARGEST HEAD LOUSE - by TODD

As you guys have probably guessed by now, I'm a route-66-travelin' snake-farm-attending world's-biggest-chunk-of-earwax viewing type of guy. That's why this post contains pictures of an enormous bird cage:

AND a pile of food on another table's plate at Pizza Hut (yes, we eat at all the exotic locations here):

All this to bring you, gentle reader, the very best in local flavor.

We ate at the barbecue place in the hotel, night before last, and the food was quite good (although more pricey than the local places) and it offered us a nice view of the skyline over the Pearl river. The lights on the other side represent the bar district, but the beer on this side of the river is quite good, and our guides tell me (from experience?) that people often come back from there with no money, hangovers, and rashes medical science hasn't named yet. It's pretty from this side, though.


In our relentless pursuit of excellence, we brought out the stackie cups, and tried to get MJ's spacial architecture skills boned up.

She's not a natural yet (not really surprising, as we are keenly aware that her only toys for nine months was her hands and feet... she looks at them all the time), but we'll keep trying, and keep yelling at her in German till she improves. She has a real gift for flexibility, too, so gymnastics is in her future. Also, likes to throw chopsticks at people = decathlon. Olympics, we're coming.

We got on the elevator yesterday and talked with some other passengers about the heady topics of the day for 3 minutes until someone noticed no one had pressed a button. I felt like a far side cartoon. School for gifted youngsters, indeed.

Last night we went to Lucy's

a staple here... I've mentioned it before as the only place you can get a hamburger without taking a taxi or walking until you look as sweaty as Newman from Seinfeld at one of the Zion gatherings in the Matrix movies (or a Christina Agulera video... take your pick). As we get close to leaving (less than 2 days to go now) we seem to be having more dinners with most of our travel group. I haven't talked about our group that much because, although they are all very nice and are wonderful characters, I didn't want to expose them unwittingly an the internet, and I might inadvertently offend someone with a colorful story. And they are all drunken reprobates. (NOTE: none of them are alcoholics or, uh, reprobationaries. I would signify this with an emoticon, but I can't stand people who use emoticons! They suck ;-)
actually it is the 25th anniversary of the emoticon today! Please send all appropriate cards, letters, and death threats to Scott Fahlman at Carnagie Melon University).

File this in the "I kid you not" department. This is a statue, right outside of Lucy's which shows the, ahem, progress of women:

All the statues around here have a "point," and many are a bit odd. Like the one of the skipping obese woman walking a dog, which is supposed to represent the Chinese response to Nixon's visit, or something. Here, the ontology of women is represented by venerable dowager, giving way to pretty 40 year old, giving way to hoochie' mama (sp?). One small step, and all that.

Oh yeah, greco-roman wrestling:

2024 Olympics, watch out! Actually, she is just playing with her friend Mia who kept trying to sit on MJ, who took it a bit too easily.

One thing I think is kinda' awesome is the TVs in the taxis:

They are always playing shows in Chinese (as you might expect) but there is some INTERESTING stuff on. There is a show animated in the South Park style in which people get into violent arguments, presented in backgrounds that give you mixed signals as to where they are, so context doesn't help (one episode showed a woman and a man arguing in a bathroom with a concierge desk, I think), and look on the brink of gouging each others eyes out with their car keys, when Mao wanders in and helps them talk it out. It's like "Mao Knows Best" (although for some reason, my brain prefers "What's Happening, Mao").

We went back to the pearl market (we've got the hang of it now), and they were decorating for the red sperm festival:

I think it's really the moon cake festival, again. Have you had a moon cake? Ask yourself this question... how much do you like bean paste. Let the answer guide you as to whether you try one.

Have I mentioned that there are babies and brides all over this island?

This is a very desirable place to take wedding photos, for some reason. Wedding photos here are taken before the wedding because, and I quote our guide, "every one is much too drunk on wedding day. Yes." So brides and babies. There's more crying here than at my Junior prom.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

THE LONG AND BUMPY ROAD - by TODD







Another gap day in blogging - sorry - this time because of a looong day... we'll get to that in a minute. The first picture above was taken to disabuse everyone of the notion that I might be making the whole Barbie thing up. Readers are invited to send there contest entries, and on the last day I will ask them to open the case to see who wins. I don't have much in the way of prizes, except maybe dysentery. Good luck all.

We went to the pearl market (picture 3) the next day (yesterday, blogtime) and had a good time haggling with the brick walls over there (the Beijing pearl market was a MUCH better place to buy pearls... they would at least budge). Brandi had the guides averting their eyes in shame... they had never seen such a blunt bargaining style before (Sample: "These would have been MUCH cheaper in Beijing" "but these are very good quality, there... not so good" "that's what THEY said about YOU"). Strand of 22 inch very good salt water pearls - 98 dollars US. Watching the missus kick merchant butt... priceless.

We went back to the providential arts store for some gifts, and came back to play in the playroom. MJ likes playing with the balls and the Blues clues doll (see her relating to an electronic toy picture 2 above), but likes the other babies most of all. She head butts them most effectively (balls and babies).

The next day was the long one. We took a trip to the orphanage which was 3.5 hours away, and more than half of that distance was on the bumpiest expressway I have ever been on. I think they put the shock absorbers in backwards, effectively creating shock enhancers. MJ had me pinned in place, so the lower half of my body was numb for a few hours each way. Meredith was the best behaved baby, crying very little, eating well, sleeping all the time, and finding ways of laying that didn't allow me to twitch my ears or, you know, breathe much.

The orphanage itself was a mixed bag (see second to last picture above for all of our group at the orphanage gate). The place was, as you might imagine, quite depressing, with the dilapidated building and the 2 caregivers at any time for at least 60 kids and the bathing room that was operated more like the Winn Dixie produce department or an autopsy suite (pull down hoses). But we discovered that all of the babies in the older baby room (twenty something remaining now that ours were gone) were all going to have their paperwork submitted for adoption. 14 dossiers had been sent to CCAA and 5 had already been matched. I think the director of the orphanage tries very hard to place the babies, so that's good. The nannies were nice.

We ate at a local restaurant where, I poop you not, they had sweet and sour pork rinds. There was beer, but only the driver of our bus and the nannies drank. I think the driver drove better with a 40 in his stomach, though.

We went to the place MJ was found (see the whole family at the spot in the last pic). She was found there dressed in yellow and wrapped in a yellow towel, although I don't know why they bothered BECAUSE IT IS SO FREAKING HOT ALL THE TIME HERE. This local area (Yangjiang) is famous for knives, so we went to the knife store to buy something local. We bought the top of the line cutting knife set. Others bought (again, not kidding) some swords (I hope they check these on the plane ride back) and scissors advertised to "effortlessly cut the head off of chicken." If I had known this at the store, they would have had another sale. The one time I wasn't the one buying the cool stuff.

There are lots of local interesting items for sale in China. There is a local artists that will paint your babies picture inside of a snuff bottle (Note - Thanks TrulyBlessed for pointing this guy out to us!). You can watch them paint, again, INSIDE the bottle. It is very cool, and you can always think of your baby while DOING YOUR SNUFF. Brandi wouldn't let me buy the woolly mammoth tusk jewelry, though.

That night I went to McDonald's, which is cool here, as they serve squid. I got the BigMac with extra emu foot, and the spicy McEel sandwich. Brandi got fries (some had legs). Brandi's back hurts, and we're all a bit exhausted, so I'll talk to you later.