{"id":1205,"date":"2023-01-25T09:13:40","date_gmt":"2023-01-25T14:13:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/?p=1205"},"modified":"2023-01-28T23:54:00","modified_gmt":"2023-01-29T04:54:00","slug":"shanxi-adventures-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.andrewandlisa.org\/?p=1205","title":{"rendered":"Shanxi Adventures: Day 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.shinnphoto.com\/frame\/slideshow?key=m8kPc4&amp;speed=3&amp;transition=fade&amp;autoStart=1&amp;captions=0&amp;navigation=1&amp;playButton=1&amp;randomize=0&amp;transitionSpeed=2\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">On the way to breakfast, I met a young man who insisted on speaking to me in English.&nbsp; It took a minute to adjust &#8211; I kept trying to use Chinese with him.&nbsp; He repeatedly replied in mechanical, stilted English, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can just speak your native language.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d&nbsp; He went on to tell me about his time attending high school in Canada.&nbsp; He especially wanted to tell me about his favorite geology teacher, whose resume he recited to me in exhaustive detail.&nbsp; He also asked how I was finding the Tai Yuan region\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s environment.&nbsp; When I, thinking that he was referring to the culture or the infrastrucutre, replied with some innocuous pleasantry, he launched into a short diatribe on the mismanagement of mining and coal production.&nbsp; I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d found China\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lone environmentalist.&nbsp; I wanted to ask him how Shanxi differed from the rest of the country in that regard, but I refrained.&nbsp; His life must be hard enough without antagonism from abroad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The environmentalist wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the only person who wanted to use his English with me.&nbsp; Everywhere I went, people would smile at me and push their young children forward to show off the English they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been learning in school.&nbsp; Not a single child seemed comfortable with this.&nbsp; But the parents all beamed, happy to have found, in the flesh, an object lesson for their child on the usefulness of their studies.&nbsp; The parental subtext seemed to be: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What if you come across a foreigner at a tourist destination and need to greet him?&nbsp; Then you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be glad you applied yourself in school!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Breakfast at Chinese hotels is usually interesting.&nbsp; This one proved to be no exception.&nbsp; Chinese people enjoy a range of breakfast options, and the Jinci Hotel seemed eager to cater to them all.&nbsp; While I would have been happy to have noshed on some jiaozi or suan la tang (hot and sour soup), the attendant who showed me around the breakfast room kept pointing out all the bread options.&nbsp; Someone must have told her that what foreigners really like for breakfast is bread.&nbsp; I nodded politely and went off in search of spicy noodles, green tea, and a pair of chopsticks.&nbsp; Undeterred, she took it on herself to make me some toast.&nbsp; A few minutes later, she showed up at my table unbidden with two slices of toasted white bread.&nbsp; I ate one of them, just to be polite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This morning\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s adventure was a trip to the Meng Shan Giant Buddha statue.&nbsp; It has an ancient body, and a head that was rebuilt from 2206-2008.&nbsp; It only opened as a tourist destination after the reconstruction of the head.&nbsp; Security to get into the statue was structurally robust, but procedurally deficient.&nbsp; Everyone goes through the same metal detector, and everyone sets off the detector.&nbsp; This is pretty common in China &#8211; airports seem to be the only place where metal detectors are used for their intended purpose.&nbsp; The guards looked me up and down, then asked me one question: whether I was carrying any cigarette lighters.&nbsp; I considered this for a minute &#8211; I had brought a few cigars and a lighter on my trip on the off chance that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be able to smoke them.&nbsp; But then I looked around &#8211; it was 15 degrees below zero.&nbsp; There was snow on the ground.&nbsp; It was so cold that my camera buttons froze and stopped working.&nbsp; The chances of me even getting the lighter out, much less using it for a nefarious purpose, were as low as the temperature.&nbsp; I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not sure what they were hoping to prevent; there were many people smoking at all parts of the outdoor exhibit.&nbsp; So I lied.&nbsp; The guard grunted and pointed me through the security check.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Any tourist destination with a religous theme will be riddled with irony.&nbsp; In China, trebly so.&nbsp; While a site that venerates an ancient religion, a visit to the Meng Shan Giant Buddha isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a calming trip away from civilization.&nbsp; It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a nice hike up a gorge to see the statue.&nbsp; But it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not a serious athletic challenge.&nbsp; Of course, the presence of an oxygen bar halfway up this low-elevation hike might hint otherwise.&nbsp; The walk is decorated with plastic animals and plastic flowers.&nbsp; Poppy, energetic music plays from speakers on the walk up and down from seeing the Buddha statue.&nbsp; While there are two people dressed as monks at the base of the statue who periodically ring a giant singing bowl and facilitate worship at the base of the statue, they are also selling electric candles for use in your home worship.&nbsp; You can pay them with WeChat using a convenient QR code.&nbsp; QR codes for donations also show up on donation boxes in the less-visited temples off the beaten path.&nbsp; One of the many gift shops, next to the Virtual Reality lounge, was selling wire-framed machine guns.&nbsp; Despite all this, there were a decent number of actual worshippers coming to venerate the Buddha.&nbsp; Several of them, after bowing down, came to ask me if they could take pictures with me, too. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d like to take this opportunity to remind the reader that I, like the Buddha Siddhartha, make no claims at divinity.\u00c2\u00a0 Every taxi driver I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve met in China will agree with you.\u00c2\u00a0 They universally despise me.\u00c2\u00a0 Case in point: the unlucky driver who answered the call to take me from the Giant Buddha to the Tai Yuan train station.\u00c2\u00a0 Like every taxi driver, he called me to talk about the ride before picking me up.\u00c2\u00a0 You must understand, my Chinese language skills are impressive &#8211; if you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t speak Chinese.\u00c2\u00a0 If you do, then they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re somewhere on a range between bewilderingly incomprehsible babble and an outright offense to this beautiful language.\u00c2\u00a0 No matter where you find me on that scale, one thing is certain: every taxi driver I try to hire would like to have an ent-length conversation about the ride before picking me up.\u00c2\u00a0 Often I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer the phone, but that just makes them more angry.\u00c2\u00a0 When they call, I select from a few of my most-used phrases: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is embarassing, but my Chinese is bad.\u00c2\u00a0 Please speak slowly,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d or, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry, I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand.\u00c2\u00a0 Can you speak more simply?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0 Usually, the response is a torrent of words, possibly an attempt to expose me to every Chinese word at once.\u00c2\u00a0 Probably for my improvement.\u00c2\u00a0 But I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t improve.\u00c2\u00a0 I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t learned any new words from a taxi driver yet.\u00c2\u00a0 Talking with one driver on the phone, I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The more words you say, the less I understand.\u00c2\u00a0 Keep it simple: Are you coming or not coming?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\u00c2\u00a0 His response might have been the entire text of \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcRomance of the Three Kingdoms\u00e2\u20ac\u2122.\u00c2\u00a0 Or just a version of his family\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s history, ending with the reason that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on the way to pick up a *bad word* foreigner in a taxi.\u00c2\u00a0 My most successful conversations usually end up with me hanging up the phone on the driver.\u00c2\u00a0 Often when they see me and realize that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a foreigner (wai guo ren, or outside country person), a small light of realization flickers in their eyes, and I get a grunt of absolution.\u00c2\u00a0 Either way, I finally connected with my driver after a painful (for both of us) series of communication missteps.\u00c2\u00a0 The dropoff happened without any hassle, and I was back into the TaiYuan train station for my trip to PingYao.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It was comforting to be back on the train, navigating a station that was no longer new.&nbsp; The Swiss have got nothing on China: the Chinese system of high speed rail is impressive.&nbsp; The trains are fast and comfortable, and ticket prices are cheap.&nbsp; You can get almost anywhere in the country by rail.&nbsp; Every train I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve taken has run on time, to the minute.&nbsp; Tickets cost about three or four times the cost of most in-town taxi fares.&nbsp; First class tickets are only a little more expensive than coach.&nbsp; I settled down for a nice ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.shinnphoto.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-37LJWgN\/A\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/photos.smugmug.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-37LJWgN\/0\/b410158d\/L\/AJS_7471-L.jpg?w=660&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\"\/><\/a>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">From the train window, I saw stepped farming. It seemed an attempt to turn the foothills nestled next to a small mountain range into productive land.&nbsp; All seemed to be fallow, with no sign of crops apart from neatly plowed patterns in the soil.&nbsp; The small steppes were occasionally riven by what looked like dry river gorges or wide runoff channels.&nbsp; These, too, were plowed at the bottom.&nbsp; Snow and small clusters of concrete houses dotted the jagged steppes and the bottoms of the gorges.&nbsp; Many of the concrete slab houses had solar panels on top, and all of them had traditional New Year\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s decorations.&nbsp; I wondered if the residents use WeChat and AliPay.&nbsp; From everything I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve seen so far, they probably do. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.shinnphoto.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-NcVdmQ5\/A\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/photos.smugmug.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-NcVdmQ5\/0\/872ca4db\/L\/AJS_7470-L.jpg?w=660&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\"\/><\/a>\n\n\n\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.shinnphoto.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-fGBVp58\/A\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/photos.smugmug.com\/Shanxi-Adventures-Day-4\/i-fGBVp58\/0\/302fbc46\/L\/AJS_7453-L.jpg?w=660&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\"\/><\/a>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Arriving at PingYao, I saw the same thing I see all over China: endless rows of massive apartment building under construction.&nbsp; The number of new units being added at any given time must be massive.&nbsp; I asked a taxi driver where all the people will come from to live in these houses.&nbsp; As expected, I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand his answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Old town PingYao is fabulous.&nbsp; Upon arrival, I decided that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s probably my favorite place in China, and maybe in the world.&nbsp; My major metric for place-attraction is ambiance, and PingYao has so much ambiance that the word \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcPingYao\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 should henceforth be substituted for the word \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcambiance\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 in all future usage.&nbsp; The entrance gate to which my taxi driver delivered me had a police station and a ticket booth.&nbsp; It cost 125 RMB to enter the old city, and this seemed to be on the honor system.&nbsp; So I did what everyone else walking through the gate was doing: I walked by, between the ticket booth and the police station. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A driver from the guest house met me inside the old city wall, and drove me just around the corner to the hotel.&nbsp; The place he stopped didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem like a guest house &#8211; I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell from the outside that the building was even occupied.&nbsp; But when he opened the door and ushered me in, I stepped into a world of ancient oriental delight.&nbsp; This is the place that every ancient-Chinese-themed place in the world aspires to be.&nbsp; Large fish chased each other around a massive fish tank in a corner, right by a table whose design practically announceed that old Chinese men were to use it when drinking tea.&nbsp; The guest house hostess ushered me out a back door and toward me room, and into a courtyard whose beauty literally took my breath away.&nbsp; It was nigh on evening, and red Chinese lanterns lit the courtyard, creating a beautiful sense of PingYao. &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All of the guest rooms open to the courtyard, with only large windows and wooden screens creating a small amount of privacy for the guests.&nbsp; What the rooms lack in modern convenience (nowhere to put clothes, no hotel bathrobes, etc.) it made up for in PingYao, with ancient-looking furniture.&nbsp; The large bed, which took up most of the room\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s square footage, aspired to be a slab of concrete or a hardwood floor.&nbsp; My Chinese teacher warned me about the use of \u00e2\u20ac\u02dckongs\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 (or traditional hard sleeping surfaces) in this type of guesthouse.&nbsp; She cautioned me to be sure to reserve a room with a bed and not a kong.&nbsp; I tried, but I think I failed at this.&nbsp; No matter: when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re tired enough, you can sleep anywhere.&nbsp; And I was tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>(If you&#8217;ve read this far, I have a special message for you: &#8220;Hi, Mom and Dad!&#8221;  If you&#8217;re anyone else, please leave a short comment just so I know you&#8217;re out there and interested.)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On the way to breakfast, I met a young man who insisted on speaking to me in English.&nbsp; It took a minute to adjust &#8211; I kept trying to use Chinese with him.&nbsp; 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