Author: Davey Dreamnation (page 127 of 237)

Ni Hao! Greetings to the world from Shanghai, where for some reason I am able to open the Blogger site but not my homepage itself, meaning that for the next week or two I will be posting blind, hoping that some of my formatting is not lost, and that these posts and poems will not be intercepted en route by cyber-cops or game-hackers, virtual worms or stanza-bots. While I haven’t exactly been feeling very poetically inspired, it’s a rainy day today, meaning that I have lots of time to noodle, so maybe this will be the start of a massive downloading of thoughts and experiences. Or maybe I’ll just get drunk on deadly white spirits instead.

I’ll spare youse all the travelogue-type entries that we have all come to know and love, except to say that after about a week in Beijing, being here in Shanghai is a disorienting experience – going from “ancient” China to “modern” China in the space of thirteen hours does involve a bit of a head-trip, and I have to admit I now long for the monumental boulevardes, grey and dusty hutongs and persistent “art” students of the capital. I’ll also miss the sheer scale of the place – and despite the incredible amount of construction going on there, and the hideous effect the approaching Olympic juggernaut is having on the city’s character, I personally hope and believe that it would take something far more drastic to obliterate the real Beijing.

I mean, I’ve seen some temples and palaces in my time, the nearest comparisons being the vast complexes dotted around Seoul or Kyoto but seriously – after visiting the very-forbidding-indeed Forbidden City and the collossal lake-bound Summer Palace and the rounded platforms and blue tiles of the Temple of Heaven, I came away feeling (apologies to Korean or Japanese readers) that the former are to the latter what The Hobbit is to The Lord of the Rings – that is, nice story, kind of cute but somewhat lacking in grandeur, style and scale. Not to mention elves in lead-character roles. In fact I’d say the growing glut of huge building projects in Beijing, if anything, adds to this feeling. That being said of course, I’m finding it hard to fit the number of KFC joints springing up into my perhaps convenient “not all development is bad for everyone all of the time” theory. There is, however, a Chinese Colonel, a picture of whom I will upload here when I get home.

The guidebooks do spend some time bemoaning the removal of the hutongs (traditional alleyways and lanes) from the city grid but I was lucky enough to be staying in a part of town (near Jishuitan subway station, along Xinjiekou Dajie) where the hutong culture is alive and well, complete with total gridlock at intersections where wheelchairs, bicycles, carts, motorcycles with sidecars, cars, small lorries and – oh, of course – people stare each other down, daring everyone else to get out of the way. Steamed buns, suspect meat-handling techniques, millions of hairdressers, Muslim restaurants, tragic nightclubs (“Beijing: are you ready?”), miniature phone-call booths, street vendors, craggy beggars – they’re all still here, and all still stunned to see a Westerner walking down the lane, when the main street with its fashion shops, KFC, gigantic malls and upside-down Nike logo chain-stores should be calling me and generally keeping me out of the way. It’s a shame more travellers don’t turn left once they leave the hostel.

So yeah, I liked Beijing a lot. Shanghai is perhaps a bit more like Sydney – I know that sounds a bit insulting but when you think about it they’re roughly the same age, okay not the same size but both filled with huge skyscrapers, traffic gridlock and a kind of monied arrogance that’s taken a bit of getting used to. It’s still China but it does feel like a kind of foreign-created fiction. Which doesn’t really bode well for my trip to Hong Kong but I’ve realised since getting here that maybe I am more a temple/culture guy than a “wow, look, another big building” kind of guy. I’m hoping to get to Hangzhou (paradise on Earth, apparently) before visiting my friend Ali in Wuhan early next week, so maybe I’ll be able to fulfil my temple dreams once more before facing the insane nano-city of the future with its glittering steel towers and sardine-like people. It just amazes me that this whole place still functions. Well, that’s all for now. Let’s see if this virtual-postign technique actually works. Love youse all.

In less than twenty four hours I’ll be on a plane heading towards China, where I’ll be spending the next three weeks drinking tea and Tsing Tao beer, eating noodles and Peking Duck, catching high speed trains and tediously slow buses, walking down new hutongs and old expressways, listening to symphonies of traffic and melodious choruses of spitting, mis-reading Mandarin street signs and Dan Brown novels, visiting the Beijing Museum of Tap Water and the Great Wall, meeting kooky travellers and even kookier locals, dancing to David Bowie and Iggy Pop singing “China Girl” (okay, that’s a joke), spending oodles of Yuan on Gucci face masks and Louis Vuitton bum bags, breathing in fragrant pollution and the blissful steam from lotus buns, touching the falling dust and the rising sky, dressing up as Mao and Deng Xiaoping at the same time, dodging taxi touts and suspect puddles, riding cranky bicycles and mud-brown waves, laughing at myself and others and generally doing all of the things I don’t do in my normal life. I’m sure, however, that within days I’ll be yearning for the intramanet, so this post is not so much a farewell as a temporary retreat from blogging, which I hope to take up again at some point in the future. Then again, I may never come back. Goodbye Melbourne, and thanks for all the potato scallops.