China

Mark and Jim start their Chinese holiday

Mark and Jim start their Chinese holiday

From Bangkok it was a couple hours north on Air Asia to Kunming, capital of China’s Yunnan Province. (As a quick aside, we love Air Asia, a relatively new discount airline that, for the price, has been great.) This is the start of a three-week exploration of Yunnan Province in the southwest of china. And so far it’s great even beyond the fact that – except for a brief week in New Caledonia – this is the first time since September we’re finally in a place where they drive on the right side of the road. It’s actually a little disconcerting; I’d genuinely gotten used to the left-side stuff.

At any rate Kunming, a city of some 6.5 million people, is known as the City of Eternal Spring. And while we only spent a couple days there, it certainly lived up to that reputation during. After months across the South Pacific, Australia, Bali, and Bangkok, we’ve had plenty of hot weather. Kunming? Daytime highs in the mid-sixties, just about perfect for touring. And nighttime temperatures in the mid-forties, just about perfect for sleeping. Oh, and the cherry blossoms are just starting, adding a nice little touch of beauty. Amusingly we’re going to be in Japan in April, supposedly for their cherry blossom season, so we should be getting lots and lots of pretty pink flowers over the next several weeks.

Just a quick glimpse of the many cherry blossoms we expect to see over the coming weeks

Just a quick glimpse of the many cherry blossoms we expect to see over the coming weeks

With three days of our three weeks under our belts we’re already experiencing much of what we love about China and much of what makes travel in China challenging. In that sense this relatively brief pass through Yunnan might be perfect; just enough to experience what we love and out before the rest of it drives us too crazy.

What’s the love part? Part of it is just the feel of true adventure; this is what I dreamed being a permanent nomad would allow, a part of the world not many Westerners get to. Beyond that, it’s just so nice to fly into a city and have a gleaming new airport where the immigration process is easy and the bag collection is quick. And transportation can be a delight in China; in this case the drive into town on a big, fast, comfortable freeway is nothing like the pot-holed congestion of Boston or New York. The food in China is often just out of this world (more on that below) and stunningly inexpensive, and the architecture – where they haven’t torn down the old stuff – can be great.

A cool Chinese temple

A cool Chinese temple

The stuff we don’t love so much? There are real challenges traveling in China. Even in a big city like this, the provincial capital and regional hub, there’s really not much English spoken. When we checked into our cute boutique hotel the sweet young woman barely spoke any English at all. She was trying, but it was hard to communicate. And that’s at a hotel that presumably caters to tourists. In restaurants and bars it can be much worse. One day for lunch, when we were on a day trip out of Kunming, our driver took us to a restaurant that basically had fresh ingredients out and presumably we were supposed to tell them what we wanted and how we wanted it cooked. Not easy to do. Fortunately they found a menu with pictures and that worked, but it’s always a challenge. With that said, Mark has been studying Chinese again and it’s been a godsend on occasion.

Mark and his new doggie friend are both off their leashes

Mark and his new doggie friend are both off their leashes

And on the subject of pets, every morning our hotel would put out a couple of birdcages for the day, including these two cuties

And on the subject of pets, every morning our hotel would put out a couple of birdcages for the day, including these two cuties

Other drawbacks? Because the Chinese government blocks Google (and lots of other sites) we need a VPN connection that essentially bypasses local servers and heads straight to Singapore or San Francisco to get access to Google Maps. As we live and die on Google Maps, it’s a real inconvenience when the Internet in general and then the VPN connection can be more than a little flakey.

Smoking, everywhere, is an annoyance. Not just out and about, but regularly in restaurants. And oddly it’s hard to get tea in a restaurant. Really. In China. Usually they bring you a pot of hot water, and that’s it. Don’t they know there’s supposed to be unlimited tea in China?

The noise; Chinese don’t have the concept of “inside voice,” and outside it can be even worse. It’s not just voices; there’s obviously no prohibition on the amount of noise a business can make because often – a mobile phone store, McDonald’s, anything – will just be blasting music or announcements or whatever outside their shop.

And the hacking and spitting. It is obviously not considered rude to hack up phlegm, apparently from the soles of your feet, and spit out whatever comes up. Disgusting to us, but not something that’s an issue here.

With all that said, we still love traveling in China. Kunming, for instance, is beautiful. It’s a huge, sprawling city and we’ve only seen a tiny fraction of it, but where we’re staying in the old city it’s beautiful. Our hotel is one of those historic old Chinese buildings and there’s a bunch more like it. While you don’t find parks dotted around everywhere as in Paris, for instance, the parks they have can be beautiful, attracting fun crowds on weekends in particular.

One of the thing that surprises me here in Kunming, even though we’ve seen it before across China, is how comparatively wealthy people are. Economists have been predicting a Chinese crash for years – decades, probably – but so far the boom is still on. When I think that in my lifetime, during both the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution, literally millions of Chinese starved to death, today’s wealth seems inconceivable. And yet much of this place looks like just a slightly exotic middle class community. Our tiny little piece of Kunming, in the middle of the Old Town, is just a beautiful little slice of old China blended with modern luxury.

We're having great food so far

We’re having great food so far

Yes, that's duck in the foreground and yes, that's his head on the platter

Yes, that’s duck in the foreground and yes, that’s his head on the platter

A real highlight of traveling in China is the food. It can be difficult to communicate what we want, and to find restaurants where the menu is more than just Chinese symbols and a price, but when it works it can be absolutely great. On our first day here, for instance, we got into the city after noon, so we had to hurry to check in and find a place to eat before the restaurants closed for the afternoon. We ended up at an utterly uninteresting-looking place on the second floor of a small mall nearby. It had pictures, they were still open after others had already closed, so we sat down. The food was just amazing – tasty, fresh, fiery (why does the noun “fire” become the adjective “fiery”? Why does that “r” let the “e” just jump in front of it?), garlicky, gingery. Everything has a bunch of peppers, including often the Sichuan peppers that leave your tongue and lips almost paralyzed for a few seconds. Great stuff. And pretty much every meal so far has been amazing, with flavors and textures that are just utterly new.

There is this weird thing with tea, though. You’d think it would be easy to get in China; you know, the whole “all the tea in China” thing, right? And yet when we go into a restaurant overwhelmingly they bring us what looks to be a teapot, but it’s just hot water. And when Mark asks for tea, in his functional though obviously basic Mandarin, they point at the hot water. That’s not tea! It’s just strange how hard it is to get tea in China. And, just for the record, and despite all the American stereotypes of the Chinese laundry industry, we rarely find anyplace to do laundry except the hotel sink.

Yunnan's Stone Forest

Yunnan’s Stone Forest

In addition to hanging out in Kunming, we took a day trip down to the UNESCO-cited Stone Forest about 70-miles due south of here. It’s a big area where limestone karsts have formed and you just walk around marveling at the many shapes and the weird things nature can do. And, if you’re a Westerner, you notice while Chinese surreptitiously point their cameras at you or, more directly, ask if they can have their picture taken with you. We were the only people like us with the whole funny eye thing going on that we saw, so we had a bunch of pictures taken with the locals. Oh, and Mark used the opportunity with our driver, who spoke very little English, to get the best Chinese lessons he’s ever had. Definitely a fun day.

OK, that’s enough; I’ll run out of things to say for the next few weeks in China. But here are a few pictures. OK, a lot of pictures. We thought the place was beautiful.

Kunming, The City of Eternal Spring

Kunming, The City of Eternal Spring

The entrance to our hotel in an historic Chinese building. It's on a pedestrian mall, so our taxi driver dropped us a couple blocks away and indicated it was in that direction. Given the lack of signs, it was not easy to find.

The entrance to our hotel in an historic Chinese building. It’s on a pedestrian mall, so our taxi driver dropped us a couple blocks away and indicated it was in that direction. Given the lack of signs, it was not easy to find.

Once we got in, though, we loved it with the classic Chinese courtyard and all

Once we got in, though, we loved it with the classic Chinese courtyard and all

The library in our hotel, where I spent a few relaxing hours reading and writing

The library in our hotel, where I spent a few relaxing hours reading and writing

Shops in the old town, where we were staying, were often beautiful

Shops in the old town, where we were staying, were often beautiful

We love this bean dish and get it, or something like it, whenever we can

We love this bean dish and get it, or something like it, whenever we can

And more good food

And more good food

We found a nice looking bar near our hotel that was always pretty much empty except for us, notwithstanding the fact that there were a half-dozen or more people working there. We loved the big spherical ice cubes and the fact that a good-sized glass of Johnny Walker Black was $5.

We found a nice looking bar near our hotel that was always pretty much empty except for us, notwithstanding the fact that there were a half dozen or more people working there. We loved the big spherical ice cubes and the fact that a good-sized glass of Johnny Walker Black was $5.

At the entrance to that cool bar was a fish tank full of jellyfish. Seriously, those are live jellyfish Mark is posing with.

At the entrance to that cool bar was a fish tank full of jellyfish. Seriously, those are live jellyfish Mark is posing with.

The UNESCO-recognized Stone Forest was a great day trip from Kunming

The UNESCO-recognized Stone Forest was a great day trip from Kunming

Lots of pictures from the Stone Forest

Lots of pictures from the Stone Forest

I love the goldfish you can see here

I love the goldfish you can see here

While lots of the Stone Forest was crowded with tourists, we also hiked through some relatively isolated, narrow spaces

While lots of the Stone Forest was crowded with tourists, we also hiked through some relatively isolated, narrow spaces

You can see in the background a viewing tower where some of the pictures were taken

You can see in the background a viewing tower where some of the pictures were taken

More cool hiking

More cool hiking

I was there, too

I was there, too

Maybe too many pictures?

Maybe too many pictures?

Cool shapes and stuff

Cool shapes and stuff

Limetone karsts AND cherry blossoms

Limetone karsts AND cherry blossoms

Here we are, inside the Stone Forest, and there's a place where vendors are set up. Fair enough. This woman, though, has a loudspeaker and is just blasting out a pitch to buy her stuff. So annoying ... and so Chinese.

Here we are, inside the Stone Forest, and there’s a place where vendors are set up. Fair enough. This woman, though, has a loudspeaker and is just blasting out a pitch to buy her stuff. So annoying … and so Chinese.

Including another classical Chinese entertainment, using a huge brush to write with water on the sidewalk. It's surprisingly beautiful.

Including another classical Chinese entertainment, using a huge brush to write with water on the sidewalk. It’s surprisingly beautiful.

And you can always count on finding old guys playing games in a park, with crowds watching

And you can always count on finding old guys playing games in a park, with crowds watching

Another shot of spring in Kunming

Another shot of spring in Kunming

Jim & cherry blossoms

Jim & cherry blossoms

Here's one of several locals who wanted pictures with us

Here’s one of several locals who wanted pictures with us

And I saved the best for last

And I saved the best for last

Other Chinese cities honor Mao. Shenzhen has this huge poster of Deng Xiaoping, their patron saint.

Other Chinese cities honor Mao. Shenzhen has this huge poster of Deng Xiaoping, their patron saint.

Shenzhen? Really?

I first heard of Shenzhen three years ago when I read a fabulous biography of Deng Xiaoping, China’s preeminent leader in the early post-Mao years. He recognized that China needed to introduce market economies into its system and starting in 1980 chose Shenzhen, then a village of about 30,000 people but with close proximity to Hong Kong and a good port, as the first Special Economic Zone. This is where China would experiment with what Deng called “socialism with Chinese characteristics.” Largely, that translates as “capitalism.”

That first experiment was a pretty significant success. In the 35 years since all that started, Shenzhen has grown to a city of some 10.5 million people. If you’re doing the arithmetic, that’s a growth rate of a little 18 percent per year. For 35 years. Pretty unbelievable. To put that in context, it would be like Monroe, Michigan, growing into a city of 7 million by 2050. Heck, if it grew that fast it would warrant a visit from Stephen Colbert or someone like that!

The view from the hotel's 96th floor lobby. That little park way down there is a little over a mile in circumference; gives you a sense of just how high we are.

The view from the hotel’s 96th floor lobby. That little park way down there is a little over a mile in circumference; gives you a sense of just how high we are.

So there we are, in Hong Kong with Mark recovering from knee surgery and me still getting over whatever awfulness I got in my tummy as we were leaving Bhutan. The hotels were way too expensive and we weren’t happy with any of the options when Mark said “Hey, why don’t we catch a train to Shenzhen and see what that’s all about?” Great idea. We could save some money, stay in a very cool hotel where the lobby is on the 96th floor, and see this little slice of Chinese – indeed, world – history in the making. How bad could it be?

Ugh. Turns out there is even less to do in Shenzhen than in Hong Kong, particularly if you’re comparatively immobile. And still hot as hell if you go outside; up to the low-90s pretty much every day by 9:00 AM or so. The food options are pretty grim. The hotel aspires to greatness but they haven’t learned to actually provide decent food or services yet. And when I decided I needed to see a doctor to see what the hell was going on in my tummy (OK, to be honest when Mark decided I was going to see a doctor), it wasn’t at all clear he had much to offer.

The park was very pleasant, if unbearably hot most of the day

The park was very pleasant, if unbearably hot most of the day

So it’s been a pretty grim week here. We went into Hong Kong once to have dinner with Shideh one more time. That process is interesting; even though Hong Kong and Shenzhen are both in China, Hong Kong is treated just like a foreign border. So coming into Hong Kong you go through passport control on the China side of the “border” and then the same on the Hong Kong side. You have to make sure you have both currencies. And then coming back to Shenzhen it’s getting your passport checked twice more, on each side of the border. It’s the only “border” we’ve ever taken the subway to, as far as we can remember.

Drinks with Shideh. Next time we see them it'll be in … London? Stockholm? Who knows; that's the fun of having such interesting friends!

Drinks with Shideh. Next time we see them it’ll be in … London? Stockholm? Who knows; that’s the fun of having such interesting friends!

There’s a nice park a couple blocks from the hotel, and if you get there before 8:00 AM or so it’s merely in the mid- to upper-80s, so you can join hundreds of Chinese getting their morning exercise walking, running, dancing, playing badminton, practicing tai chi, etc., etc., etc. I managed that a few mornings when my stomach was calm, but my recovery has been two steps forward one-and-three-quarters back so it didn’t always work for me.

A couple days after getting here to Shenzhen, though, Mark’s doctor gave him the all-clear to travel by the end of the week. Very quickly, then, we went online to see where we could get frequent flyer tickets to. The winner was Munich, with a connecting flight – again – through Bangkok. I love having this flexibility; we’re free on July 5 and not meeting the Germains in Greece until the last week of July. Pick a place to spend those three weeks. Germany wins, though the Greeks might not be happy with incoming flights from Germany these days.

As we went to get on the subway to go into Hong Kong we saw this vending machine selling … wine. How cool is that? On the topic of weird local flavor, a sign at the hotel gym warns against storing radioactive material in the lockers. It had never occurred to me to do so, but I'll be careful in the future.

As we went to get on the subway to go into Hong Kong we saw this vending machine selling … wine. How cool is that? On the topic of weird local flavor, a sign at the hotel gym warns against storing radioactive material in the lockers. It had never occurred to me to do so, but I’ll be careful in the future.

Our room was on the 88th floor up there, and then we'd go for a drink in the evening at the bar on the 100th floor. Not for those who don't like heights.

Our room was on the 88th floor up there, and then we’d go for a drink in the evening at the bar on the 100th floor. Not for those who don’t like heights.

The view from Mark's hospital room as the crazy typhoon weather was just starting to pass by

The view from Mark’s hospital room as the crazy typhoon weather was just starting to pass by

A funny thing happened on the way to India. The plan had been that after Bhutan we were going to go up into Kashmir, the Himalayan region in India. So we’d fly to Delhi, spend a day or two, and then head back into the mountains. But, as it became clear Mark’s knee was an unsolved problem, we decided instead to go from Delhi right to Hong Kong to confer again with Dr. Tong. We’d already booked the flight from Paro to Delhi, one of the few places you can fly to out of Bhutan, and decided we could manage it for just two days despite the forecast highs of 107 degrees. Seriously, the forecast was for 107 degrees.

Mark was up early our last morning in Bhutan and he had a thought. “I wonder if we need a visa to get into India?” Now, you might think that experienced travelers would ask that question before they were ready to head out to the airport. It turns out Americans do need a visa to enter India and you need to apply some measurable time in advance; there are no visas on arrival for Americans. Huh.

This was a time we were distinctly happy to be staying where the staff would go above and beyond to help us figure it out. One of the women in the office called a friend of hers with Royal Bhutan Airline to see what our options were. Getting on the flight to Delhi was simply not one of those options. In short order – a hectic and scary 60 minutes or so, but short order in the scheme of things – we’d rebooked for a slightly later flight to Bangkok, booked a night in a hotel there, canceled our reservation in Delhi, and changed our Delhi-Hong Kong flight to a Bangkok-Hong Kong. Remarkably there was surprisingly little hassle with the various airlines and hotels involved.

Our first couple days in Hong Kong were sunny, but  I was just curled up miserable in bed. After a couple days here in the midst of Hong Kong we moved across the bay to Kowloon where the hotel rooms were bigger and much cheaper.

Our first couple days in Hong Kong were sunny, but I was just curled up miserable in bed. After a couple days here in the midst of Hong Kong we moved across the bay to Kowloon where the hotel rooms were bigger and much cheaper.

So instead of a night or two in Delhi, we had a night in Bangkok. But then a funny thing happened on the way to Hong Kong. Somehow, somewhere, I ate something I really shouldn’t have. By the time we were up the next morning to go to the airport I was miserably sick. Just awful. And this as we’re taking Bangkok’s elevated subway system to the airport in the intense heat with few elevators or escalators to ease the burden of traveling with luggage. Pure misery. How did that happen? Our lodge in Bhutan was totally First World quality – and really good First World. I’d eaten one meal on Royal Air Bhutan and then we had dinner at a top-notch steak house in Bangkok. That was it. One of those, though, was a killer.

A panoramic shot of Hong Kong from Kowloon

A panoramic shot of Hong Kong from Kowloon

Thus we were quite the couple on arrival in Hong Kong. Mark was probably there to have surgery on his knee (and indeed that’s what the doctor ordered) and I was as sick as I’ve been in a number of years. The result of all that misery is that the pictures we have from our first 10 days back in Hong Kong are pretty much all from the inside of our hotel room looking out. Looking out at rain, I should add. A typhoon apparently passed by the region and for pretty much a solid week it was either raining or getting ready to rain. As we sat in the hotel, Mark nursing his knee after the second arthroscopic event, me staying close to the bathroom. It was lovely.

The view from our second hotel, this time in Kowloon. We looked at this a lot over our week there, neither of us really able to do anything beyond take the elevator to the mall below us for lunch and then dinner. Great fun.

The view from our second hotel, this time in Kowloon. We looked at this a lot over our week there, neither of us really able to do anything beyond take the elevator to the mall below us for lunch and then dinner. Great fun.

The good news is we’re both on the mend, we think. I was down for nearly two weeks, sometimes better, sometimes worse, but sick enough that I haven’t had a cocktail in 12 days. That’s serious. Finally, though, I’m confident the worst is over for me, at least. It’s too soon to know yet whether Mark’s surgery fixed the pain he’s had walking pretty much all year, but I’m an optimist.

From Hong Kong island, this huge sign signals that something big - mostly Lars's museum - is happening in West Kowloon. From our hotel this was just a quick walk as I started to recover some strength.

From Hong Kong island, this huge sign signals that something big – mostly Lars’s museum – is happening in West Kowloon. From our hotel this was just a quick walk as I started to recover some strength.

There were a couple bright spots in our otherwise bleak time in Hong Kong. One night our friends Lars & Shideh invited us to tag along to a little party they were going to with a bunch of artists and architects (recall that Shideh is an architect and Lars is building a huge new modern art museum in Hong Kong, what is described as the most important new museum project since the Pompidou Center was built in Paris 40 years ago). It was fun hanging out with this artsy crowd of European ex-pats and Hong Kong locals. One of the young women there, who works with (and claims to worship) Shideh, is Victor Hugo’s granddaughter. How cool is that?

And then on our last night in Hong Kong Shideh & Lars invited us and two other couples to celebrate – a week late – midsummer’s eve, a big holiday in Lars’s native Sweden. One of the other couples was Mark’s knee surgeon, whose wife just happens to be one of Shideh’s closest friends. Such a small world. Suffice it to say that a Swedish midsummer feast includes more varieties of pickled herring than you’ve ever imagined, free flowing aquavit, and Lars teaching us Swedish drinking songs accompanied by some crazy dance moves.

The always beautiful Shideh describing the various herring dishes we'd be trying

The always beautiful Shideh describing the various herring dishes we’d be trying

We’re continuing to lie low while Mark’s knee heals, but we were bored beyond words hanging out in our hotel in Kowloon, across the bay from Hong Kong city proper so Mark came up with a crazy idea. We crossed over the “border” with China – Hong Kong is of course in China, but the border between the two is just like an international border with visa requirements, passport control, and customs – and are going to hang out for a week in Shenzhen (if we can stand it that long), a city that’s sprung up in the last few decades to link China’s massive workforce with Hong Kong’s access to global finance. We’ll report on this odd place soon.

The middle building was our hotel in Kowloon. The tall building on the right includes a Ritz Carlton hotel on the top floors, so one night we went for drinks up on the 136th floor or something, what turns out to be the world's highest bar. Pretty cool.

The middle building was our hotel in Kowloon. The tall building on the right includes a Ritz Carlton hotel on the top floors, so one night we went for drinks up on the 136th floor or something, what turns out to be the world’s highest bar. Pretty cool.

Finally, our last full day in Hong Kong the weather broke. Mark & I were both feeling well enough to go to the pool on the 76th floor and enjoy the sun and view of that Ritz building.

Finally, our last full day in Hong Kong the weather broke. Mark & I were both feeling well enough to go to the pool on the 76th floor and enjoy the sun and view of that Ritz building.