China

Here we are on the Bund, with the skyscrapers of Pudong on the east side of the Huangpu River

Here we are on the Bund, with the skyscrapers of Pudong on the east side of the Huangpu River

Damn – we almost made it to the four-year mark of our adventure without a police incident. Almost.

First, though, just a quick word about Shanghai. This is our third stop here since we started this adventure, in part because it’s a convenient regional hub and in part because it’s a big city we usually like. It was a good place to set off from for Japan so here we are.

It’s a lovely, civilized city that couldn’t have felt further removed from our time in the far more provincial Yunnan. Because the detailed spreadsheet we keep of all our spending reminds us of what we liked, we could easily return to a couple restraints that were good, including in particular the Long Bar at the Waldorf Astoria down on the riverside (the “Bund”) for perfect Perfect Manhattans.

This time, in contrast to previous stops in Shanghai, we stayed in the French Concession, an area that was effectively ceded to the French from the mid-19th to the mid-20th centuries. While there has been a lot of development in the decades since China reasserted control it retains great personality with low-rise buildings and cute parks, feeling in some ways more like being in New York’s Greenwich Village than in China.

The French Concession area has beautiful parks that feel, well, Parisian

The French Concession area has beautiful parks that feel, well, Parisian

The French Concession was lovely, but one thing that just annoys the hell out of me in Shanghai’s core is the way male tourists are harassed on Nanjing Road – the main pedestrian shopping street in the city – by women offering “services.” Sometimes it’s not even so subtle, as when the woman just came up and asked “Sex?” It’s bad enough when Mark & I are walking together but when I walked it alone they were just all over me. I thought maybe if I put my headphones on to listen to music while I was walking back to the hotel they would leave me alone. Oh, no, now they would grab me by the arm to get my attention. That was really, really annoying. I kept thinking, “Why do we have to put up with this? Isn’t this supposed to be a police state?”

Oh, right, the police. On our last night we went to Lost Heaven, a restaurant we’d been to two years ago. They serve good Yunnan food, so we figured it would be a good send-off as we leave China and our three weeks in Yunnan. The meal was fine, but paying for it didn’t work so well. The restaurant takes advantage of Visa’s Dynamic Currency Conversion scam. This is the thing where the vendor offers to charge you in your home currency instead of the local currency. Sounds convenient, right?

What they don’t volunteer is that they tack on a service charge of anywhere from three to five percent and give you a bad exchange rate to boot. On top of that, if your credit card charges a fee for foreign transactions – ours doesn’t, but many do – they will still add that charge. It is a foreign transaction fee, not a currency conversion fee, and it’s still a foreign transaction even if they charge it in U.S. dollars.

Dinner at Lost Heaven before the mayhem began

Dinner at Lost Heaven before the mayhem began

In other words it’s just a scam that pads your bill; it provides no real benefit. But it gets worse, as here in China there’s a particularly virulent strain of the scam. Here you get the choice of being billed in either U.S. dollars or Chinese RMB. When you choose RMB, though, you still get charged in U.S. dollars, with all the fees added. That is, they ask “Do you want A or B?” You say A, but they’ve already assigned B. We only know that from experience; as far as you can tell you’ve checked the RMB box and only when you see your credit card statement do you know you’ve been really, really scammed.

The we got the credit card slip that night, before we signed it we saw that’s what had happened and quickly went online to Chase.com to confirm they’d charged in the inflated U.S. dollar rate. They had. So we told them to reverse the charge and do it again, this time in RMB. They did. Except when II logged in again (thank God for the SIM cards that allow us to be online all the time) it was charged again in the inflated U.S. dollar.

Now we’re frustrated and angry and start arguing with the manager about what they’d done. I can show him how it’s posted online you can see a charge, a refund, aWnd another charge, all in the wrong amount. Mark insists that if they just give us the 47 RMB difference in cash – about $7 – we’ll call it even. They refuse. Now I’m getting really angry, but there’s nothing we can do. I finally tell Mark, “Let’s just leave. We’ll challenge the charge with Chase and get the money back that way. Annoying, but not the worst thing that could happen.

Time for a break from the story to enjoy a sign we found in one of the French Concession's cute parks

Time for a break from the story to enjoy a sign we found in one of the French Concession’s cute parks

OK, back to the story. We start walking out … and they attack us. Wait, we’ve been overcharged, we try to leave, and you’re fighting with us? I figured out later that they thought they’d refunded our charge twice and that we were leaving without paying anything. That clearly was not the case, as we could demonstrate with the online Chase access, but by then it was too late. We were trying to leave, they were calling the police, and in the process knocking the shit out of us, or at least me (I’d encouraged Mark to get away first to protect his still-sprained ankle) to keep us from leaving. All I could think as they were slamming me to the ground was that they were showing us that Shanghai was still capable of shanghaiing people!

Fair fight? I had probably six inches and 30 or 40 pounds on them; they were 30 or 35 years younger than me. You decide.

Now if we had to do it again I’d like to think that we’d have just paid the charge again – to be clear, paid the overcharge again – and made Chase clear it all up later. But by then there wasn’t a lot of time for clear thinking; I’d been thrown to the ground in the parking lot and was trying to get the hell out of that mess. I did manage to get up and somewhat free, where we all waited for the police. To our enormous benefit one of the cops spoke remarkably good English. I showed him the transactions on my i_hone, demonstrating that we had indeed paid, and – after seeing to it that we all exchanged email addresses, they let us go.

And that was it. We walked back to the hotel and collapsed in bed. Only when I woke up the next morning did I notice blood stains on the sheets from where my elbow and both hands had been scraped into the pavement. As I write this three days later in Tokyo the wounds are still painful though obviously merely surface wounds.

Thus our streak of staying out of trouble with the police on this adventure ended at 1,429 days. I’d like to think that the next time I’ll pay what they want and deal with the credit card company later. I hate being ripped off, though, and if at 61 I still react that way I can’t be sure that the next time will be any different. Oh, if you were wondering, my TripAdvisor review for Lost Heaven wasn’t very positive. I don’t like being ripped off and pummeled to the ground.

Hell of a way to leave China, eh? The next morning, though, it was off to Japan for a month of cherry blossoms, so I’ve got nothing to complain about.

Shanghai is a huge city with mean waiters but you can still find little pockets of peace and serenity

Shanghai is a huge city with mean waiters but you can still find little pockets of peace and serenity

Some very early cherry blossoms

Some very early cherry blossoms

Mark's ankle had healed well enough that we could do a long walk through a variety of neighborhoods. Part of it was through this maze of multi-level highways.

Mark’s ankle had healed well enough that we could do a long walk through a variety of neighborhoods. Part of it was through this maze of multi-level highways.

Some great food at a Sichuan restaurant we'd discovered two years ago.

Some great food at a Sichuan restaurant we’d discovered two years ago.

Aidao Nunnery, which we just stumbled on while walking to a monastery

Aidao Nunnery, which we just stumbled on while walking to a monastery

Tourists come to Chengdu, capital of Sichuan Province, for one primary reason: to see the pandas. There are fewer than 2,000 giant pandas in the world and perhaps 80 percent of them are in Sichuan. Now, you’re not going to see them in the wild, but back in the 1980s Chengdu built the Chengdu Panda Base for research and – presumably – tourists. We’d already seen it, though, when we were here in 2015, and there’s only so many times you need to see a panda zoo in a two-year period. For us, that would be precisely once, so we didn’t go out there.

We came here, instead, for a remarkably prosaic reason: it’s where the flight went. From Shangri-La you can fly to three cities: Kunming (already been there twice this trip), Lhasa (wrong direction; it’s west of Shangri-La and we want to go east), and Chengdu. So we went to Chengdu. We could have caught a connecting flight on, but we hate doing that so we spent three nights here.

Sichuan Province may have the hottest, spiciest, and tastiest food on earth. This fish dish was loaded with the kind of Sichuan peppers that leave your lips just numb. Oddly, though, except for this place we had a bit of trouble finding good food in Chengdu and in fact had what was undoubtedly the most boring meal of our three-plus weeks in China here.

Sichuan Province may have the hottest, spiciest, and tastiest food on earth. This fish dish was loaded with the kind of Sichuan peppers that leave your lips just numb. Oddly, though, except for this place we had a bit of trouble finding good food in Chengdu and in fact had what was undoubtedly the most boring meal of our three-plus weeks in China here.

But for the panda zoo and Mount Qingcheng – another day trip from Chengdu we did two years ago – there’s really not that much of interest in here. It’s just a big, not terribly attractive city of 10 million people. To add to the sense of boredom, Mark was recovering from the sprained ankle he’d acquired the morning that we were flying here. The good news was that we had a gorgeous suite at the St. Regis, thanks to Starwood’s generous upgrade policy. It made hanging around and not doing much except reveling in the Republican melt down over repealing Obamacare relatively pleasant.

The grounds of Wenshu Temple create a little slice of calm in Chengdu

The grounds of Wenshu Temple create a little slice of calm in Chengdu

By our third day there, after a bit of healing and more than a bit of cabin fever, Mark’s ankle was good enough to walk to Wenshu Temple, a beautiful and peaceful spot in what is otherwise a pretty intense city. Unfortunately, because of a ban on photography inside the temple itself we were unable to capture one of those memorable moments that you get to experience in travel. There was a big statue of the Buddha and, as often happens, someone came in to pray. In this case it was a young guy who got on his knees and bowed faithfully to the Buddha so we could clearly see that the back of his jacket was the word “FUCKING” in big, bold, capital letters.

We love China. Sometimes, at least.

No, Steve Jobs didn't rise from the dead in Chengdu. Right across the street from our hotel was an imitation Apple Store. I went in to see if I needed anything and discovered this mini Apple Museum. It was actually really fun to walk through the history of Apple, seeing a bunch of the old Apple products and pictures of Steve Jobs as he aged, got heavy, and then got thin.

No, Steve Jobs didn’t rise from the dead in Chengdu. Right across the street from our hotel was an imitation Apple Store. I went in to see if I needed anything and discovered this mini Apple Museum. It was actually really fun to walk through the history of Apple, seeing a bunch of the old Apple products and pictures of Steve Jobs as he aged, got heavy, and then got thin.

And then imagine how excited I was to discover the very Macintosh - with one whole MB of RAM! - that Mark had when we were in graduate school

And then imagine how excited I was to discover the very Macintosh – with one whole MB of RAM! – that Mark had when we were in graduate school

Wenshu Temple

Wenshu Temple

More of Wenshu Temple

More of Wenshu Temple

The streets of Chengdu could be interesting. Here's an itinerant peddler selling fresh chickens. Never thought of just buying a dead, cleaned chicken from a guy on a scooter before.

The streets of Chengdu could be interesting. Here’s an itinerant peddler selling fresh chickens. Never thought of just buying a dead, cleaned chicken from a guy on a scooter before.

You meet the most interesting people on the streets of Chengdu

You meet the most interesting people on the streets of Chengdu

And then there was the street we were walking down that turned into al fresco dining. We're familiar with sidewalk restaurants, but in this one spot - we didn't see it anywhere else - they'd spilled over the sidewalks and way out onto the street. Strange.

And then there was the street we were walking down that turned into al fresco dining. We’re familiar with sidewalk restaurants, but in this one spot – we didn’t see it anywhere else – they’d spilled over the sidewalks and way out onto the street. Strange.

The old town, beautifully rebuilt after a devastating 2014 fire, had a distinctly western feel to it

The old town, beautifully rebuilt after a devastating 2014 fire, had a distinctly western feel to it

The name evokes an earthly paradise, a Buddhist utopia. It was the name Franklin Roosevelt gave to what we now know as Camp David, though the current White House resident doesn’t think so highly of it, displaying his normal degree of class in a January interview when he called it “nice.”

“You’d like it. You know how long you’d like it? For about 30 minutes.” Really classy.

At any rate, Shangri-La was the fictional setting for James Hilton’s 1933 novel Lost Horizon and while it’s not well read these days the name has endured. And though it was fictional, various Chinese locales claimed that they were the inspiration for his novel. In late 2001, though, the city of Zhongdian one upped the other contenders by changing it’s name to Shangri-La. And so the tourists came.

Actually, tourists had come before and continue to come because of the lovely old town, pleasantly cool summer climate, and a temple that includes what is allegedly the world’s largest prayer wheel.

Up on the temple with Buddhist prayer flags that we saw all over Bhutan flying in the breeze and the world's largest prayer wheel in the background

Up on the temple with Buddhist prayer flags that we saw all over Bhutan flying in the breeze and the world’s largest prayer wheel in the background

One of the first things I noticed was the altitude. We were staying at a hotel maybe 20 minutes from the old town and I was surprisingly winded during the walk. We’d just finished hiking Tiger Leaping Gorge, of course, so I thought maybe I was just tired from that until I checked the app on my phone that shows altitude and discovered that we were 10,800 feet above sea level. Well, that explains things.

The other quick observation was just how different Shangri-La (née Zhongdian) is from what we’d experienced up to this point in Yunnan. It’s only a couple hours north of the Gorge, but it was as though we had suddenly moved into Tibet’s orbit more than Kunming’s or the rest of Yunnan’s. This just felt like we’d reached the west with wide streets, measurably colder climate, and surrounding mountains.

Yaks are big in Shangri-La. It seemed as if every shop and every restaurant advertised their yak-ishness. And these beauties were right near our hotel.

Yaks are big in Shangri-La. It seemed as if every shop and every restaurant advertised their yak-ishness. And these beauties were right near our hotel.

Didn't believe me about how central yaks are? This was a page from the menu at Three Brothers Cafe, our favorite restaurant. So yeah, yaks are big here. We ended up trying a few of them, including yak cheese, and they were OK, sometimes even good.

Didn’t believe me about how central yaks are? This was a page from the menu at Three Brothers Cafe, our favorite restaurant. So yeah, yaks are big here. We ended up trying a few of them, including yak cheese, and they were OK, sometimes even good.

We’d originally planned three or even four days in Shangri-La but cut it back to just two days so we could avoid forecast rains on the hike; thus we didn’t have a lot of time to explore the town. That was probably OK as there really wasn’t that much to see. The old town is beautiful, but much of it isn’t that old: a fire in 2014 wiped out about half the buildings there. They’ve done a remarkable job of rebuilding and maintaining the historic feel of the place, but it seemed as though a lot of the newly constructed replacements were empty. They got the infrastructure back but now they have to fill it all up.

There was one beautiful temple in the city, on the edge of the old town, and we enjoyed poking around. And there’s a monastery maybe an hour’s walk outside of town that’s supposed to be beautiful. On our second day we were going to go out there in the morning, before a mid-afternoon flight to Chengdu. As we were leaving the hotel and watching a group of local people in beautiful and colorful native costume arriving for a wedding or something Mark missed a step and did a total face plant on the sidewalk. One second he was walking with me and the next second he was flat on the pavement. Fortunately there was no permanent damage, but he sprained his ankle and thus that was the end of our idea of walking out to the monastery or doing anything else before the flight, for that matter.

Mark enjoying Shangri-La's temple and prayer flags before his little accident

Mark enjoying Shangri-La’s temple and prayer flags before his little accident

And thus we close out our three weeks in Yunnan Province. It’s been remarkable, often even stunning. It’s possible there are more beautiful areas of China and more interesting places for tourists to go but if so I can’t wait to find them. From here we fly to Chengdu and then on to Shanghai before heading north to Japan. This has really renewed our interest in traveling in China and, in Mark’s case, studying Chinese. He thinks that with another three months he could learn to read Chinese pretty well. So who knows, we may spend more time back here in the coming years than I would have ever imagined.

The temple is on a hill, up a whole bunch of stairs. And here I'd thought after the gorge hike I was done with climbing.

The temple is on a hill, up a whole bunch of stairs. And here I’d thought after the gorge hike I was done with climbing.

Old town at night was beautiful but kind of quiet

Old town at night was beautiful but kind of quiet

To our surprise, though, we discovered Mokkos Bar, as cool a bar space as you could hope to find

To our surprise, though, we discovered Mokkos Bar, as cool a bar space as you could hope to find

Here I am for dinner at Three Brothers Café. It was on the second floor, right above a town square where the locals come at night to dance. And this was huge: it was heated. As we've traveled through Yunnan, with temperatures down in the 40s and even 30s, almost nothing is heated. Dinners are normally eaten in heavy coats. The heat here was enough to make you think you really were in some utopia.

Here I am for dinner at Three Brothers Café. It was on the second floor, right above a town square where the locals come at night to dance. And this was huge: it was heated. As we’ve traveled through Yunnan, with temperatures down in the 40s and even 30s, almost nothing is heated. Dinners are normally eaten in heavy coats. The heat here was enough to make you think you really were in some utopia.

And finally, dinner - kung pao chicken on the left and a cold yak dish on the right. Even the tea was interesting, hot water poured over buckwheat. Surprisingly good!

And finally, dinner – kung pao chicken on the left and a cold yak dish on the right. Even the tea was interesting, hot water poured over buckwheat. Surprisingly good!