Showing posts with label Yashow Market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yashow Market. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Time is limited; enjoy the life [69-70]

I spent the weekend checking more things off of my list of things to do in Beijing. First on my list was to visit 798 Art District, a large quarter in northwest Beijing with warehouses that were converted into art galleries. It was a really cool mix of rustic buildings and contemporart sculptures, art and paintings. My favorite art was by the Chinese artist Liu Bolin (Google it!). I must say, though, that I felt more like a tourist here and less like someone who had lived in Beijing for two months. I had never seen so many Westerners in one place in China than at 798.

I took a bus to Yashow Market after I had seen enough art. I couldn’t resist one last visit to the DVD store. Naturally, I got a Jackie Chan movie to take home to the States. I then took another bus to Keith’s apartment in Nanluogu Xiang. Lenore and Tobias arrived soon after I did, and Tobias wanted to show off the sidecar motorcycle that he was renting/about to purchase. Tobias, Keith and I took the bike out for a spin. It was super cool being on the back of a bike in Beijing traffic – something that most Americans don’t get a chance to do (for free, at least), so it made up for feeling like a tourist earlier in the day at 798. However, I was also kind of scared for my life when we topped out at 65 km/h. Not to mention that no one wears helmets and drivers in China are CRAZY. But I’m alive.

Once the twins, Brian and Kevin, and their Chinese friend, Con Lin, arrived, we all took a bus to Ghost Street for hot pot. This was only my second time eating hotpot – kind of like fondue, but with more beer and less chocolate. I got the “spicy” hotpot this time, so it was much better than my first hot pot experience with the “swim team.” We filled ourselves with delicious mutton, mushrooms, potatoes, dumplings, lettuce and pijiu. The conversation dynamics were interesting because everyone but me could speak Chinese, and everyone but Con Lin could speak English, so it kind of just flip-flopped from language to language naturally. The group took a picture with a small Chinese boy selling glittery roses outside of the restaurant before heading to WuDouKou.

In WuDaoKou, we had planned on going to Propaganda, a popular bar for foreigners, but when we got there, we noticed that everything was closing at midnight. Confused, we asked around. Some Germans we met told us that midnight marked the beginning of a national day of mourning for the victims of the flooding and mudslides in Gansu Province, China. Luckily for us, there was still one bar opened, called Laowai’s Lounge. Its name literally translates to “Foreigner’s Lounge” and is owned by the same people as Propaganda. We enjoyed some fries and 5 kuai pijiu.

Despite staying out late, I woke up at 6:30 the next morning to meet Jessie at FuChengMen Station to take a bus to Xiang Shan for some hiking. The mountain’s name translates to Fragrant Hill, named for its odorous pine trees. The bus took about an hour, and the hike to the top took about two hours. At the top, Jessie and I took pictures by a tree strung with red penants on which people had written their wishes. This was also the first time that I could see all of Beijing at one time. It was really cool being able to point out the Summer Palace, the CCTV Tower and the other landmarks of my summer home. We then hiked to a grassy spot where we had a picnic. Jessie had made sushi and brought peanuts, peaches, grapes and pijiu. We both felt so relaxed that we fell asleep laying in the sun. We left the mountain and took the 714 bus back to FuChengMen, where we caught the 800 bus to the market with the tailor who had made my suit. This time it fit very well, so I paid the man and left satisfied.

That night for dinner I decided I wanted street food one more time. I walked to the street across from Jian Mart where I had eaten before. I’m not entirely sure what everything was that I ate, but it was all delicious and cheap as hell. Once again, the barbecued corn on the cob was my favorite.

Friday, July 30, 2010

I am Rachel. I hate serving people. [51-54]

This was my last (full/official) week at work! It’s bittersweet. I don’t know if I will see most of these people that have been so kind and welcoming to me at China.org.cn again. But this also means that I will have about 2.5 weeks to travel around China and do things I want in Beijing one more time! The summer flew by, especially this past week.

On Monday, Annie and I took the subway to Yashow Clothing Market to do one last (maybe the last) souvenir shopping trip. We loaded up on DVDs, Chinese lanterns and wedding envelopes (I’ll get to that later!). I bargained my butt off and was proud of how little I had to spend. We saw one of Keith’s roommates in the market, which further supports my claim that the huge city of Beijing is a small place, and the world, even smaller (if that’s possible).

We had been craving the meal that we ate with Keith and Ithzel at Nanlougu Xiang about a week ago, so we took a bus there and tried to re-create the meal. The restaurant was out of the sweet and sour pork, but everything else was delicious. Chinese food in the States will never be the same.

We walked around a bit in Nanlougu Xiang, also, sadly for our (probable) last time. I picked up a “Save the Pandas” sticker because, duh, I love pandas and want to save them all (for myself).

Tuesday was my dinner with Jesse, my new Chinese friend from the rock show. I asked her to pick out a Sichuan restaurant since I have been told it is spicy food and I hadn’t tried it yet. It was great to see Jesse again and the food was good. Since being in China, I had always wanted to eat out of one of those huge bowls with chopsticks, and this was my chance. It was a popular Sichuan dish with blood (really.), vegetables, fish and other unidentifiable things. It was better than it sounds. It sure was spicy, but it had “ma la” in it—a numbing agent. It was strange to feel my mouth tingling while I ate. We talked about our favorite foods, sports we liked, American television (she loves CSI: Miami) and places for me to get a suit tailored. The language barrier tested my patience, but all in all, we made it into a pleasant evening (even if we both had our dictionaries out at the table).

Wednesday was another special dinner—Pang Li took Annie and me out to his favorite Beijing noodle place. John came too, and we had a great time. The noodles were out of this world (even better than Mr. Chen’s from Great Wall Fresh!). The restaurant was “old-style” with Chinese opera playing in the background and panoramic scenes of Old Beijing on the walls. It’s not hard to guess where the four of us went after dinner—the Beer Garden. As always, we had a great time there.

On Thursday, Annie and I planned to do a lot since our days are dwindling down. We walked out of the office after work to immediately feel this heavy, uncomfortable humidity that had set in during the day. It made the parts of the evening spent outdoors almost unbearable. Anyway, we decided to have a quick bite to eat outside of WuMart and happened upon a man making steamed dumplings. We ordered one helping each, but they were so delicious that we stayed and each had another. We then experimented with the bus system and took the 87 to the subway station (we usually take the 27), where we took line 4 to Xidan.

Annie wanted to find a Chinese-style straw hat at 77th Street, an underground mall for Chinese locals. We both ended up finding things there, so the pit stop was well worth it. We transferred to line 1 which we took to The Place, a hangout that I have mentioned before (and you might recognize). The huge screen/roof had English and Chinese messages displayed for all to see that people had texted (like at a Major League Baseball stadium).





We then got to our final (and favorite) destination – Friend’s CafĂ© in SOHO! The staff was so nice – and they even had nametags that were characters from the show! Our waitress, “Rachel,” was the sweetest. Annie and I will miss this place so much! I got an espresso with whipped cream and a cream-filled “doughnut.” Believe it or not, the same episodes of “Friends” that we watched last time were on again… but they were still funny the second time. We even participated in our own “name the 50 U.S. states in 10 minutes” challenge that Ross and the gang cringe over in one episode. The best news: I got pictures this time!






I will share my last day of work when I get back from Hebei Province next week. Pang Li invited Annie and I to go to his best friend’s wedding on Saturday! It’s such a cool opportunity and should be interesting from the stories I’ve heard about other Chinese weddings.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

What the hell? [44-46]

Work this week has been a little more enjoyable thanks to a care package that my mom sent from the States. In addition to things that I needed like contact solution, socks, and real deodorant, she also sent a whole ton of snacks (I’m talking sour gummy worms, nuts, REAL JIF PEANUT BUTTER…) and some books. It has been a great comfort having my favorite things and notes from her and my grandmother. Thanks, Mom!

I decided to take my first of six allowed days off of work on Wednesday. It ended up being one of my favorite days in China.

Back home in the States, I have a great internship with Schmap, a web-based start-up. They have two offices: one in Carrboro, and the other, interestingly enough, in Beijing. The CEO, Paul Hallett, whom I have met a few times in Carrboro, has lived in Beijing for over 15 years and runs the company from that office. I e-mailed Paul, and that became my first stop on my day off!

I took the subway to the Schmap office, which was easy enough to find. Paul greeted me and showed me around the office. I met people that I had only worked with remotely for over two years – it was great to put faces to names. Next, Paul took me to get dumplings for lunch. They were delicious. We caught up on each other’s lives, what the company was planning for the future, and our thoughts on China.

The next meeting I had planned was with a woman named Annette Fuller who graduated from UNC and now works in Beijing with China Daily. This publication has a print and online edition and is distributed all over China. I wanted to check out the differences between China Daily and China.org and connect with a fellow Tar Heel. She was very welcoming and helpful in showing me around the large office building, introducing me to a colleague, and chatting about everything—UNC Greek life, working for the Daily Tar Heel, the cost of living in China, working for the Chinese media and blogging.

Both were great opportunities that I’m glad I took the time for.

I had some free time before I planned on meeting up with Annie and Sherry for dinner, so I decided to do some shopping. I had heard of a place by Yashow Market that sold DVDs for less than 10 kuai, so I had to check it out. I ended up buying more than I should have, but how can you beat owning a DVD for $1.50, some that haven’t even been released on DVD in the States? Let’s hope customs doesn’t mind… I also bought a knock-off designer wallet, because… who comes to China and doesn’t buy knock-off merch??


I walked from the market to Nanluogu Xiang to meet up with Annie and Sherry. We ate dinner at Taste, where I had egg-fried water chestnuts and walnuts and rice. ‘Twas yummy.

The main reason for being at Nanluogu Xiang was to surprise Keith for his 24th birthday at 12SQM. Ithzel had planned the whole thing, and it went really well! Everyone was there that we had met through Keith in the past few weeks. I wish that we could have stayed longer, but it was Sherry’s first time in a bar and she was tired by 11 p.m.

We took the bus home, where a man started talking to me in Chinese when he saw that I was looking in my Lonely Planet book. He took the book from me and pointed somewhere on one of the maps. I pretended to understand, but Sherry explained to me that he was showing me where we were, in case I didn’t know. Apparently he worked for a Chinese travel agency and wanted to give me a warm welcome. He was so friendly, and I liked him even though most of our words were "Lost in Translation."