Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Ron's China Daily Article


Digging for roots
By Ron Hollander
Updated: 2007-09-14 07:40

Children on the roots-seeking tour at the Children's Palace in Shanghai. Ron Hollander

The handmade signs in the shapes of apples and hearts bobbed above the heads of the beaming grade school children lining the driveway of Qi Yi primary school, in Beijing's Haidian District.

Clad in red scarves and blue and white uniforms, the Chinese children welcoming us strained to hold their signs high, so we could see them through the tinted windows of our air-conditioned bus.

They read like a who's-who of the American, Canadian and Australian children on our tour: Tara, Tayler, Kim Lisa, Sarah Lian Wenhui, and my own daughter, Mei Ming ("beautiful and bright").

It was the second day of the Families With Children Adopted From China Roots-Seeking Summer Camp trip, in which 44 children and as many parents were returning to the motherland for 12 days to immerse themselves in the country of their birth. The program, founded in 2005, is 55 percent subsidized by the Chinese government, so that the approximately 73,000 children - mostly girls - adopted from China can learn about their birth-culture.

"Wherever they go in the world, they will always remain our children, too," said Lei Zhengang, deputy director of the Culture and Education Department associated with the China Overseas Exchanges Association. "We have sympathetic feelings for our children abroad, and they will always be linked to our Chinese traditional culture."

At the school, the mostly American children piled off the bus, to search for their names and the children holding them. Mei Ming, adopted in Wuhan in 1995 when she was 5 months old, quickly found her Chinese counterpart. While the Qi Yi marching band played, they soon walked off hand-in-hand for a tour of the school.

One of the goals of the Heritage Tour is for the adopted children to learn about China. Mei Ming approached that through her own, suburban New Jersey lens, asking her new friend how she got to school.

"So, do you take the bus, or do your parents drive you?" she naively asked. The answer: She walked or rode her bike.

That was just one, tiny nugget of cultural lore that my daughter and the others learned about what life would have been like had they remained in China. Everything from food (no cheeseburgers) to the cost of MP4 players (cheap, but are they authentic?) went into the mix. That was exactly how the parents wanted it.

"People have to understand where their roots are, where they came from," said Phil Strauss, a lean, outdoorsman who owns a parking business in Boston, and who is the father of 9-year-old Betty Jane. "Otherwise, there's a tremendous void when they grow up. As you get older, you start to wonder. I don't want that for BE-BE (Betty Jane)."

Other parents were similarly motivated to take the $675 trip ($985 for parents), excluding airfare - very reasonable compared to other private, non-government-supported heritage tours.

"Six months ago, my daughter Emma said: 'You're lucky, you have grandma, you know where you came from'," said Joni Robinson, an instructional coach for teachers in New Haven, Connecticut. "So, I realized it was time to give her a background, and then we'd all kind of be Chinese-American together."

Donna Ellis, a lawyer in New York, agreed. "Since the day I got Shayna (now 11), I knew I would make the pilgrimage back," said Ellis, who enlivened the tour by enthusiastically buying and irrepressibly modeling ethnic head dresses in every city. "I wanted her to see her birth-country, to experience what it's really like to be Chinese. That's something I can't give her, no matter how hard I try."

Or, as Robinson understatedly put it, "Going to Chinatown is just not the same".

This was the first summer that Canadian and Australian families were included on the tour, and parental sentiments knew no national boundaries. "I want Lilli to have a better appreciation for both cultures," said Patti Carr, of Ontario, Canada, of her 9-year-old daughter from Guangdong Province. "She will always have a dual identity, so I want her to understand both those identities."

Because the tour has grown, it has been split into two itineraries. Coordinating manager Lisa Kifer, who volunteers her time from Columbus, Ohio, and who herself is the mother of two girls adopted from China, anticipated that a third itinerary may be added.



The author with his daughter Mei Ming at a panda facility in Chengdu. Ken Horii

The entire group spent four days in Beijing at the beginning of the tour, and two days in Shanghai at the end. But in between, half went to Xi'an, Hangzhou and Suzhou, while my group toured Chengdu and Guilin, moving from plane to bus to cable car to foot at a needlessly dizzying pace that left us exhausted, and speculating: "If it's Tuesday, it must be Guilin."

Kifer said that the tour was a natural outgrowth of a government program begun in 1984 to bring Chinese children born or living overseas back to China for two weeks. One week would be spent seeing tourist attractions, while the other would be spent visiting their family's home province. That program is still conducted in even-numbered years, and now has thousands of participants.

But the unique aspect of the Children Adopted From China trip is that children who may be isolated and sometimes even ridiculed back home for bearing what their unenlightened classmates could view as the double stigma of being adopted and of being from China, now find themselves traveling with children exactly like themselves.

"I'm sort of embarrassed back home when I'm the only kid adopted from a different country on the other side of the world," said Betty Jane Moore-Strauss, 9. "But this makes me feel great, because I'm not embarrassed anymore."

"I don't feel different," said 9-year-old Danielle Comer from upstate New York, "because there's a lot of Chinese people around me now."

The older children on the tour, which has now brought families from 18 American states, with children adopted from 12 provinces, agree.

"It's a big relief to know what it really looks like," said Kifer's 12-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. "You know where you lived, and you don't have to think where you lived. It fills in a blank in you."

"It makes me more proud to say I'm from China," said Olivia Paradis, 13. "It's kind of sad if you're born in China and (have) never been here."

"Yeah," chimed in Mei Ming. "It's really pathetic."

Another special feature of the tour is that many families chose on their own to visit the orphanages from which their children were adopted, either before or after the tour. While for the parents this can be a nostalgic trip back to a wonderful moment in their lives - the culmination of years of dreaming about creating a family - for the children, this can be a daunting experience, fraught with nervousness and stirring up feelings of having been abandoned at birth.

Several of the parents said that while they were planning to visit the orphanage, their children weren't sure they wanted to go in, were afraid of being the center of attention and feared that they would find it dirty and depressing.

Mei Ming, who visited her welcoming and modern orphanage in Wuhan last year when she went on the tour with her mother, nevertheless said that it was not a happy experience.

"It disappointed me to think I was one of those kids that no one really wanted," she said. "I sort of regret going there. I imagined it special, but it was not. I was one of those kids who were useless, unimportant to their birth parents, just dumped somewhere."

Mei Ming, in the seventh grade in Montclair, New Jersey, also has her own, unique view of being among so many people who looked like her. "In the United States, me and my adopted friends are special," she said. "Here, I just feel the same as everyone else. I lose that special something that makes me me. It makes me want to say to them: 'Never come to the USA. This is my turf, so don't come here'."

But there is no denying that the tour dispels negative stereotypes that otherwise haunt these children. "It's really cool how I can see where I'm from," said Avery Gray, 13, of New Jersey, whose mother, Doris Chew, was raised by Chinese parents in New York. "I thought I'd be in an old hotel, with no showers, starving, that my stomach would hurt, stuff would be stolen. Instead - wow - it's so much different than what I thought it would be."

On the last night of the tour, following individual home visits to Shanghai families, we gathered in the lobby of our hotel for sentimental goodbyes. There were some tears, but I think there was also a sense of gratefulness to China, of course, for "giving" us our children in the first place, but then for caring enough about them to sponsor such a bountiful tour.

Speaking of the children, Kifer said: "They know their family doesn't fit here, doesn't fit at home, and yet here, this country is treating them as honored guests."

Linking a reception held last year for the tour and the origins of her own daughter, Kifer said in a choked voice: "Who would think that a child abandoned in a shoe box would then be walking into the Great Hall of the People."

Ron Hollander was a Fulbright fellow in Beijing from 1994-1996 when he adopted his daughter. He teaches journalism at Montclair State University in New Jersey.


Link
. Speaking of digging for roots, we found Shayna's literal roots....

Author and daughter with Chengdu panda.

Look, Look, Look!

Ron Hollander wrote up the tour and here's his piece in China Daily! Don't wait, read it noooww!!

Sunday, August 5, 2007

31 July

Ca. midnight. They're baaaaaack!!!!

Lucy was so happy that her Mommy returned to her.

3 July

Apologies for any readers out there. This entry is obviously long-delayed.

Worse, it's being written fom my God-awful and hence is really brief.

IIRC:

Morning, off to the TV Tower for a view of Beijing from a high position.

Except, as was not uncommon, it was a really hazy morning. Clear visibility was limited to a couple hundred yards.

Next: a drive by the Olympics stadium en route to a... *%#@, forgot what it's called.... Freedom store?? Anyway, a place to purchase souvenirs at allegedly low prices with a restaurant in the back.

Lunched there, shopped there.

Actually, stopped there, lunched there, shopped there in '97 too...

....also en route to the Great Wall then too. What a small world....

(In '97 remember buying suitcase locks; nothing so mudane availeable now. This trip, bought jade necklace things for Shayna's posse.)

In '97, went to the Great Wall to discover that 2 May was May Day, too, with the Wall (or at least the part to which we were headed) closed to allow dignitaries access without any touristy riff-raff around.... Hours on a bus in stop + go traffic.

But at least when we reached the Great Wall, it was a relatively level stretch.

But not in 2007, oh, noooooo. This time, it was a stretch accessed by a brief cable car ride. And the area itself was very steep. A lot of stairs in really hot and humid weather.

On the way back to the bus, Donna bought her first in a series of silly hats. Eventually, it became a source of small amusement to our, um, comrades. (Note that the group was split into two groups for the tour. One group was cool, the other one was the other one.) I bought a sort of cowboy hat that Shayna adopted -- became her trademark for the rest of the tour -- til forgotten in Zhenjiang. (It also baked her brains in the heat; it was not a hot weather hat.)

from there, next and last stop for the evening was a Beijing duck dinner at a near classy Beijing duck factory of a restaurant. A number of girls, bored, headed to the parking lot where they played with their Chinese yoyos.

And look to the far right; some strange guy is photographing this as well....


See Shayna. See shayna look way, way up where she flung her yoyo. Forget whether she caught it, though....

As I said, that was the day, if I remember correctly....

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Girls Still on the Road....

When we last reported, two guys in the general store (refugees from Wyoming and New Zealand) in what was I later advised was China Camp, Calif., population at that moment, 85. (More here.)

Donna demurred the beer.

From there, a couple of days in a cabin near Lake Tahoe, a couple of hours in kayaks on the lake, then on to the redwoods, Napa, and a little altitude sickness for Shayna at here.

We All Took Better Photos than This

The Li River via National Geographic.

My photos are here, any of which blah blah blah....

I report, you decide....


Monday, July 23, 2007

A Note from Donna

still on the road and loving ca. we are going to yosemite tomorrow, we visited a town called "China Camp, a town of 83. What a hoot. I didn't see any Chinese, but 2 guys at the general store wanted me to hang out and drink beers with the. Either I still have what it takes or in a town of 83, anything looks good. What a minute, I did sing along with them to Stevie Windwood's "Gimmie Some Loving". Could that have inspired them to ask Shayna and me to hang out????

Saturday, July 21, 2007

18 July

Good-bye, China!

Hopped a cab for what we had been told was a one-hour ride to the Pudong airport. (we had arrived in Shnaghai's other airport, about a ten minute ride from the Galaxy in west Shanghai. Pudong is way across the city in eastern Shanghai.) Cab driver, bless him as were leaving about an hour later than we had wanted, flew: Got there in a little more than half an hour. Lack of traffic -- we beat morning rush leaving the hotel at 6:00?? -- helped as did often going -- well, well over the speed limit....

Girls flew to San Francisco, starting point for two weeks in and around central California.

First, the twin nightmares of starting to finish packing at 4:00 for a prospective 5:00 departure (blown big time). Then I went online where the Shanghai-Beijing appeared to maybe (or maybe not) have been cancelled. Called Air-China, travel agent, no clear answers, decided to continue anyway.

Getting to Beijing was again a nightmare albeit a much lesser one than the prior trip to. Landing initially delayed "because of weather", then we were to land at airport 90 miles away to tank up; that was cancelled and we instead continued on where we landed so late that I pretty much had to rush for my connection. According to "plan", I would have had a little downtime with the girls before boarding. Instead, by the time we got luggage, got checked in, got through customs and got to the gate, my flight was boarding.

Nearing landing in Beijing, we did a little arts and crafts with air sickness bags. I drew a bio-hazard symbol, wrote a warning re: toxic contents and drew a skull and bones. I then filled it with air, sealed, the bag, and gave it to Shayna who gave it to one of the stewardesses on disembarking. I do believe she smiled and got a joke if not the joke....

Otherwise, Beijing to JFK was OK; sold out enough to request people to volunteer to be bumped yet the middle seat in my three-across (on the wing, where there's no seat in front!) was empty; go figure; then again, it is Air-China.

Flight otherwise OK, ditto, the girls' flight.

I bussed to Grand Central then Metro-Northed and cabbed home. Shayna called while I was on the train and they were in a cab en route to their hotel, malready missing her dad....

And Lucy was ever-so-slightly happy to see her dad....

17 July

The end of the road, as it were, a day trip with Sandi to Hangzhou, a small city with a tourist destination of a beautiful lake, mostly surrounded by beautiful hills (albeit not on the level of Guilin), with things to do and buy. We walked two causeways going about one-third across the lake. Donna, Shayna and I took a grossly underpowered boat onto a restricted area of the lake for half an hour, giving Shayna another opportunity to skipper a ship (last being when we busted loose in Peoples' Park in Chengdu).

Ended up at an early dinner in the Hyatt, which had a restaurant where Sandi wanted to eat but which did not open that early. We then tried to shlep back to the train station, Donna stopped to buy food for two little child-beggars and their "responsible adult". Couldn't quite find and make it to the station, ended up cabbing about six blocks... but we were fried....

Returned to the Galaxy and Donna went online to make reservations for San Francisco and even managed to get a few hours of sleep....

Donna Writes the Group....

Hi All,

Shay and I are in CA enjoying the dry cool San francisco days. I really enjoyed traveling with all of you and I miss you. We're out and about all day so it's difficult to find the time to write cos I'm beat at the end of the day. Also, my email account is messed up at the moment awaiting the IT department to straighten it out. We should be home in about 10 days, at which time I will begin to plan the reunion!!!! It's late, so I'm heading to sleep. Just wanted all of you to know that you made our travels so much fun. In fact, the best part of the trip was each of you.

Lots of love,

donna

p.s. to Phil, I'm singing a lullaby to you as I write. hahahhahahaha

Friday, July 20, 2007

Letter from Tibet

One of the parents on our tour, Ron Hollander, writes:
Hi, All.

Because so many expressed envy at Mei Ming's and my Tibet trip, I
thought I'd share some of it with you. In a word, it was stupendous!
I've been all over the world, but nothing compares to the "exoticness"
(I know that's a colonial construct, but there it is) of Lhasa (and we
didn't even take any of the many day trips out of the city). I felt I
could have been confined to one block, and never tired of the scene, nor
never stopped shooting and taping: The stream of Buddhist pilgrims
making pilgrimage to the temple; many of them advancing two steps, then
prostrating themselves on the pavement to the four points of the
compass, then taking two more steps and repeating; push carts of
vegetables and fruits, with hawkers holding hand scales to weigh their
sales; motor scooters with cool kids weaving through the throng; porters
bent under bales of produce; holy men sitting on the street, reciting
page after page of prayers; souvenir booths lining the street; monks in
saffron and maroon robes--some with yellow hoods--posing proudly for me;
the cacophony of hawkers, prayers, bike bells, honking horns...you begin
to get the picture.

The Potola Palace was stunning not merely in its size, looming over the
city, and in its storiedness (remember Shangrila) but in the wealth of
its interior (what happened to ascetic, non-materialistic Buddhism?).
The towering, gold coffins of prior dalai lamas put what I saw in King
Tut's tomb to shame. The city was a fascinating meld of bustling
commerce and intense religiosity. Very friendly; people had the most
stunning smiles, and their faces were so, so different from what we had
seen on our tour. Oddly, many more people spoke English (mostly
Tibetans, not Hans) than I found in most parts of rural China. Bing and
I stayed in a really gorgeous Tibetan hotel that was a converted
merchant's courtyard home ($90/day, though there are many far cheaper).
We slept on kangs, the furniture was all authentic, the walls were stone
and orange rough plaster, and the food (lots of yak) was delicious. So
different from most of our soulless, overly glitzy Chinese hotels.

However, it's not for everyone, and certainly should not be part of our
tour. To start with, you need a travel permit, which of course in
typical Chinese style has to be paid for in renmenbi, not credit card
(one of the reasons we arrived early in Beijing, to visit the tour
operator with our cash, about $100/person). There are no direct flights
(most through Chengdu or Xi'an), so it takes most of a day of travel.
However, we easily bought our tix in advance through our travel agent,
and had them in hand when we arrived in Beijing (about $700/person RT).
Most importantly, Lhasa is at 15,000 feet (some of the surrounding day
trips are to even higher altitudes), and it can take several days to
acclimate. I did fairly well, but Ming was still short of breath and a
little head-achy even when we left, despite her using portable oxygen
bottles commonly available. Apparently there's no predicting who will
be affected; marathoners can suffer, while smokers can feel fine; kids
can be great or not.

Even with the above hassles, it was unbelievable. If travel is to
discover the "other", to find life as different as possible from yours,
then Lhasa is a prime candidate. I want to go back. If any of you want
my email contacts--as I provided some before leaving--let me know.
[Slightly editted for publication.]

Monday, July 16, 2007

16 July

A mellow day; was supposed to go to Hangzhou with Sandi. Got to lovely new Shanghai South rail station to find out that the chosen train was apparently sold out and, perhaps more importantly, no at the station spoke any adequate amount of English.

So bought tickets for 16 July.

We then took the lovely new subway to Shanghai's Peoples' Park. Went on a few rides with Shayna (swinging boat and bumper cars; Sandi rode the carousel with her and Shayna soloed one ride). For some reason, I wasn't the only one eager to bump her on the bumper cars.... Also, again, tool copious photos -- Donna too -- including a few of a woman with a really huge lens, much larger than Professor Hollander's.

From there, went to an amusing, ineptly managed, apparently well-known dumpling restaurant in... Old Town.

From there, our mission was to find the counterfeit center of the city, where the quality merchandise was.

We failed.

Best we could do were DVDs of the brand-spanking new "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" and the relatively aged classic, "The Graduate" for a whopping 14 yuan.

We then toured the nearby Shanghai Library, possibly the largest library with the fewest actual books. (Which makes sense; think about it.)

We then split up, us to return to the hotel to begin packing and to have a mediocre, slightly overpriced dinner at the hotel, after which we went to a local equivalent of 7-11. (Dinner included spaghetti bolognese, reminiscent of '97 except this time the sauce was red but lacking cream and meat... the more things change....

Sunday, July 15, 2007

15 July

A mellow day.

Breakfast, in part, with two moms from our bus on the tour, Corinne and Doris.

I stayed back while Shayna and Donna did the last round of gift shopping in Old Town.

We all did brunch with Sandi at M on the Bund. Shayna and Donna then returned to the Galaxy to chill while Sandi and I went to 50 Moganshan Road, a warren of buildings housing galleries and a number of artists' studios. (See this and this and this.)

We walked up the Bund from M, after checking out M's huge bar -- The Glamour Room and Bar -- on the floor below the rooftop restaurant. We then toured the restaurants -- M competitors (all... lacking something in comparison to M) -- next door in 3 the Bund.

We then waled up the Bund, along the river, through the Sunday crowd, towards the creek along which we walked (or tried to walk) towards 50 Moganshan Road until we wussed out and hopped a cab, me shooting the camera about every other step.

The art was generally interesting if, in its frequent derivativeness, short of engaging. (I should say most modern art is to some extent derivative; it is of course what's done with it that matters and little significant -- that is, new, unusual -- was apparent among what we saw. But still, it was an incredible "hot spot" of creativity, something lacking in N.Y.C., so many artists crammed so closely together.)

We then hopped a cab driven by a man with a wee command of English who tried and pump us for a little teaching of the language. He knew July and when Sandi told him it was 15 July, pondered, so to speak, the difference between 15 and its reverse, 51 - until Sandi got a little nervous with traffic and seemingly going the wrong way and got the driver to focus on, like, you know, driving. I, knowing Shanghai like the back of my hand, was almost certain that he was headed generally in the right direction all the way.

We were en route to KABB, home of Shanghai's best burgers (Sandi claimed) so Shayna could have a good burger, not Mickey D's sub-mediocrity. (Of course, she ordered lasagna because Donna wouldn't her to have bacon on her burger.) (Kabb is located in the hip and trendy Xin Tian Di district.)

Got to KABB almost a half-hour later than we told Donna to be there. No sign of the girls for awhile then Donna appeared sans Shayna. She told us that Shayna was playing a game of chess -- on a huge outside board with pieces 2+ feet high -- against a local 9 year old. Alas, she failed to bring honor to the U.S. (unlike at the sckool in Beijing), losing to the geeky little twerp.

After dinner -- adequate frozen Margharitas and burgers for the adults -- it was off for Haagen Dazs for S and D and then back to the Galaxy and bed.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

14 July

Back to Shanghai, again on a new high speed train (rocketed into Shanghai at approximately 130 miles per hour).

It was very difficult to find an honest cab back to the hotel but did find a meter cab with a driver willing to use the meter instead of a grossly inflated flat price.

Returned to the Galaxy Hotel, with now typical difficulty checked in: issues about number of beds (already arranged), charges (ditto), breakfasts (two days, two free breakfasts for three people, not one). But eventually was checked in, eventually got to room. Relaxed just a little bit then hit the street.

Afternoon trek was to be from the Marriott on the opposite end of the Nanjing Road shopping area from where we had been brought by the tour, thence on to and to end at the Ohel Rachel synagogue (read about it here and here and here).

However, the cabbie didn't quite make it; perhaps he simply didn't really know where he was going but a couple of blocks from the Sofitel Hotel, where the tour had left us, he invited us out of the cab. The Sofitel was a couple of blocks in the opposite direction from where we were headed but we headed it to anyway as it was a landmark, a place with which I was somewhat familiar. So we went there and then proceeded along Nanjing Road as well as a few side streets (having learned our lesson in Zhenjiang: main streets were generally retail, side streets had the bargains and the interesting stuff).

First stop after very little walking: yet another McDonald's. Even at 3:00, it was awfully -- literally -- crowded. A worker though found a 4 person table with one chuncky guy seated there; she got him to move in and let us join him, so to speak.

Shayna and I actually shopped in a department store for cheap art supplies: pens, pads and mechanical erasers.

We then continued with what could only be described as a shlep. A German guy asked us to take his picture; Shayna did it.

After much walking, aided by my now legendary navigation abilities (helped by, like, knowing Shanghai, like the back of my hand, even better that I know Chengdu), we arrived at the synagogue.

To find that it was within a small gated residential community. And the guard wasn't going to let us in.

So we turned around and crossed the street to hail a cab.

A native who apparently belonged within the community obviously saw us come from the gate. He understood enough English to understand that we wanted in to see the synagogue and got us in. We walked around and took photos. The rear of the building in now almost completely covered with Ivy. It is now owned by the city: Shanghai is responsible for it but clearly is taking minimal responsibility for it.

Shayna then tried the doors and one was unlocked.

We entered, after a young woman walking around the area came over and entered with us; she seemed to have some vague responsibility.

The building is simple; little more than chapel, upstairs balconies, but essentially stripped; empty pulpit, for example. Presently, there is an exhibit. The young woman said that services are held occasionally.

After Donna chatted with her for a long time and we left to return to the Galaxy.

Where we made plans with my cousin Sandi for a late dinner at a trendy, western restaurant sort of near both of us, Manifesto.

However, first we had to allow the hotel plumber to do some work in the bathroom, defering desperately needed showers....

And when we left for the restaurant, who came out of the room across the narrow hall but nearly all of the tween from our part of the tour. And the two missing ones were also still at the hotel but elsewhere. It was like an immediate reunion! Just two days after tour's end!

One of the first tings we did, though, was to call my mother with birthday greetings: Donna sang happy birthday in Chinese, then Sandi, Shayna and I spoke to her. It was awesome to be able to call half way around the world so easily....

Food was good (so good Shayna ate an entire Caesar!), vodka was desperately needed, and met the owner, a young Polish man now making his fortune (or not) in this boom town.

A lovely late night after a great day in this awesome, amazing city....

13 July

Zheniang

I almost even recognized the train station on arrival. (This after confirming the three subsequent nights at the Galaxy, which involved, apparently, a wake up call to Zoe, who did not sound very awake at all at 0700. (Her agency had made the arrangements including paying in advance.) Great train ride, once we learn the hard way that we had reserved seats (the passenger in whose seat we were occupying literally pointed it out to us). Train was new, clean, fast, with at least one non-flushing toilet. Food was a beverage cart, not a pot of te carried by army personnel or people dressed liked army personnel (aged memory fails on this point).

Met at the station by Lily, the guide/interpreter whose agency was retained on our behalf by George Wu and from there directly to the hired vehicle and the ride to...

The Zhenjiang Social Welfare Service Center of which Shayna was cared for in its orphanage division, as it were, at its prior facility, since torn down for urban renewal. (We did not go there and the babies were brought to us in Nanjing in 1997 because operations were being transfered to the facility which we toured today.)

Met with, exchanged gifts with one of the girls' caretakers, Ms. Zhang, still with the orphanage, its current director, and with the 97 director, now apparently the #2 for the entire center. We were greeted in a sort of directors meeting-type room with a welcome Wang Jiang-Lu banner. We were shown records, some we had, some not, as well as the relevant page from what seemed to be the big book of adoptees, which had all four girls identified as well as a fifth. Donna gave them the printouts of the numerous photos of denise and the one of Julia.

We had a brief tour of the orphanage, now with a lot more or a higher percentage of seriously special needs kids. I should say, it was special needs heavy among the babies and infants, far less so among the older kids. Obviously the reason were told no photos or recording, although same was allowed in the private rooms, where we met and was served lunch.

We said our goodbyes. Mrs. Zhang then led us to a community center to which baby Shayna was taken after being found. (Or maybe not the same one but the one for the area.) While speaking to someone there, Ms. Zhang apparently determined that the then-director, who then (as required by law) took baby Shayna to the police station, still lived nearby; she was called, rushed over, then led the group, except for Shayna and me, to where she was found.

Rewind: One of the records viewed at the orphanage, which we apparently had not previously received, apparently gave the prior history, as it were: found (at a garage or not; more below), taken to the community center, then police, then the orphanage.

Shayna was very creeped out by the idea of seeing the spot where she was found so we stayed back with the driver while everyone else walked on, about a three minute walk from the community center. (Shayna felt unready to see the spot and had been worried for a few days about meeting her past. She wanted to wait til the next time she waas in Zhenjiang to see the spot.)

The area was I supposed working class, more or less, with, typically, must action and busyness on the street, lined with street -level businesses.

We got into the van for the a/c. The driver assumed we wanted to be driven after the women. I corrected him, he parked and we then had a Chinese-style fender bender. A van backed into us in the course of making a K turn (in reverse!) and the driver disregarded our driver's honk. Much scratching around the van's taillight two teeny marks on our minivan -- like two very little scratches. The drivers argued and reached a financial resolution i.e. our driver received a satisfactory payment. My car should have only such little scratches. Lily later told us that the drill is that the drivers would try and work out a resolution between themselves. If not possible, the police would be called who would then determine who was at fault, determine an appropriate sim and fine the guilty driver as well.

When Donna came back and told us that it was all cool and OK, Shayna changed her mind and we all went back to the scene. Adjacent to the tree is a new i.e. post-finding -- refreshment kiosk. Behind that, though, was a small courtyard, along the left side of which was a... garage, an auto service operation. While unimpressive now, ten years ago it must have been significant. Personally, though, I'm, well, intrigued by the idea of a baby being left at such a location....

Photos are here.

We then checked in the lovely but thin-walled International Hotel, made appropriate arrangements, freshened and then was taken to the Golden Temple(?), a temple in a park by the river. It is in a new park along the river, a sort of corniche, with high rises along or going up along its far side -- urban renewal.

Except the temple was closed.

So we headed out to an early dinner at the Mickey D's on the main shopping drag on which the hotel was located. Lily said, and proved, that my beloved DVDs were on the side streets off the main drag (which was essentially all retail). Two FF2s (at least one in English; second one an accident), a boxed set of relatively low-res Bond films (English with Chinese subtitles ), Ocean's 13 and Pan's Labyrinth -- for a hopping 100 yuan. (Got the second FF2 by discombobulating the woman in charge making her show us that the advertised disc was actually in the package and that it was in English.)

The main drag was certainly adequate, no hick town thing. Zhenjiang has grown up these past ten years. It's a popping little city now.

Then home to sleep -- while Shayna stayed up with FF2, which was still awesome, she advised.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

12 July

The end of the Heritage tour.

First stop, a visit to the Children's Palace, an exceptional school including arts and computer skills (little kids writing code!), which, I was told, is open to all requesters -- I was told that there were more slots among the city's 20 such schools than there were people requesting to send their children there. We saw theatre, computer hacking, and dance.

Next was a luncheon banquet at hosted by the Shanghai Overseas agency, brief speeches, and exchange of gifts.

After that, was shopping on Nanjing Road, Shanghai's famous closed-to-traffic retail shopping street. Yes, again, we were taken to retail land, not what one would want, bargains. (although the side streets/alleys offered bargains with a whiff of threat of bodily harm).

Last was dinner with a local family, in our case, the Dings. Three generations living in a small three bed/one and a half bath flat in a post-revolution high-rise. (The daughter, Ivy, a seven year old "one child" (per policy, we were told) sleeps with her grandparents, Daddy Ding's parents.) Ivy was adorable, with a modest command of english and a talented painter and pianist. Daddy Ding works for an American "global realty company", Prologis. Mommy Ding works for HSBC. The Dings own a car in Shanghai (which, Daddy Ding did not mention but our guide, Zoe, previously did: a plate costs about 40,000 yuan -- a not insignificant sum).

Although the Dings were presumably an approved family, so to speak, it was nonetheless a rare experience of street level China, an added bonus, as it were.

And then, the return to the hotel and farewells; we disperse 13 July (except for a couple of families who left the 12th). We ourselves want to be out 0700 for the 0853 to Zhenjiang and a brush with Shayna's origins....

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

11 July

First stop: Pearl (TV) Tower - another hazy day. On the other hand, while working on the 10 July post, we found a couple of sites, some with great photos of the city so that mitigates things a little. From, there we went to the adjacent Shanghai history museum. Interesting history, with a gap from the 1930s to date, just an allusion to Shanghai being exploited, as it were, for the past one hundred years; connect the dots yourself....

Next stop, lunch in the "old city". Or old city turned into shops, many of the rip-off tourist shops but with some legitimate stores as well as name brands -- make that global brands: Esprit, McDonald's, Starbucks. (A few photos are here.) Shayna and I shopped a little: she bought a "chop" with her name on it, I bought a T with the characters for "felicity" on it; bought the T partly because I wanted some black to wear, mostly to have something clean and dry to wear for the rest of the day. We hondled but undoubtedly could have done better....

However, mostly, Shayna and I hung in one of the Starbucks while Donna shopped for the orphanage and to get gifts for people. The child passed out -- baked by the heat again -- while I dozed for a couple of minutes -- no more, I swear -- but so deep that when Donna came in and grabbed the camera, it didn't wake me. The World's Funniest Tween


thought it all funny....

Next was a tour of a gorgeous adjacent garden, the Yu Yuan garden: unbelivably beautiful.
From there, we went to dinner at a very nice hotel; food so-so, space a little luxe. A/c , water and a little food got the child back to normal.

From there, we went to a nighttime cruise on the Huangpu River. (A couple of photos, better than mine, are here.) It's true; both sides of the river, even north of the office buildings, are amazing. One could spend weeks walking Shanghai firing off awesome shots... of course, I like the discrepancy or contrast shots best, the today and yesterday shots....

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

10 July

Morning off, more or less -- so Shayna slept til 10:00 -- when she was awakened (as opposed to, like, waking up on her own).

Ad eventually off to Shanghai and our stay at the Galaxy Hotel.

After check-in and a refresh, dinner at the Seagull Restaurant (photos)on the east side of Shanghai. Everything there more than like four floors high is new since we were there in '97 (only a slight exaggeration, I'm sure.) Photos can be seen here and here and here and here (the last is an awesome site of photos) and a nice one is here.

On the ride back, local guide "Zoe" sang a song -- so we rioted and got all of the other guides to each sing a song and a few o the little kids sang as well. (A tween that won 50 yuan the night before refused to sing; probably not enough money involved now that she's, like, a pro.)

9 July

A four hour cruise on the Li River, between the high hils of the region. A joy for the adults while the kids mostly stayed down elow and inside, reading, playing cards, Nintendo, whatever.

Had, missed chance to taste 80-proof snake wine; did see and photographed the seller though.

Disembarked and ran the gauntlet to the bus, as it were, through sellers and beggars.

Photos (including the mysterious woman in the black dress waiting above the river) are here.

After that, a walk through the overlit Qixingdong Seven Star Cave. So much embellishment, as it were, the authenticity was almost lost. And they were the hottest 64 degrees of my life....

Next was a banquest dinner, more precisiely, dinner in a small banquet room at another hotel.

Meanwhle, Shayna was once again fried from heat and maybe tired as well from a fairly relentless tour. She and Donna bagged the "banquet" and dined at KFC. Or tried to; the popcorn chicken was apparently not the Colonel's recipe but rather a Sichuan one: too for Shayna who apparently required a number of ice creams to get rid of the burning sensation.

Guilin photos can be seen here and even more and better ones here.

Next: On to Shanghai, and back to the real world!

8 July

On to Guilin, land of large hills (or really small mountains) and the almost mighty Li River.

Flight on Air China again perfectly acceptable -- and with a number of empty seats so one can move to where the three-across doesn't have thre seats filled.

Staying at the Plaza Hotel in downtown Guilin; the hotels have been descending from 5 to 4 to now 3 star hotels....

First tourist thing: a visit to Elephant Rock Park, across the river from Elephant Rock, which kind of, sort of looks like an elephant with its trunk in the river.

Next: Forget the name but involved a climb of 200+_steps to the top of a "rock", which featured a view of this entire city of 600,000.

Back to hotel for a tiny break and dinner.

On the way back, Donna sang her swimming song at the very loud and vocal request of he little friends -- who decided that Donna sang better than our Chengdu guide, Jane, the Singing Guide; not an accurate assessment at all but the basis was that the kids could understand Donna's lyrics while Jane sang Chinese songs.

After dinner, we went to a Cirque du Soleil-like show, "Dreamtime Luiang" [??]: Dancing, music, acrobatics (the rings!!) and a laser and some other effects.

7 July -- Bustin' Loose Day!

Or Liberation Day...

Spent the day in the People's Park with Ron and Mai-Ming Hollander. Amusement rides, watched singers, lunch in a tearoom (accompanied by massages for the adults), feeble speedboats on the park's wee lake, Ron and Donna did ballroom dancing. We later returned to the scene of the dancing where Donna then boogied with... a strange guy. Other sights: the wee babies, two Buddhist monks at the shooting gallery then chilling at the lake and a middle-aged guy with a massive reel of kite string with his kite, I dunno, at least a couple of hundred feet up. (Our local guide, Jane, the Singing Guide, later told us that they were fakes, that guys would shave their heads, and dress as monks to shake people down. Again, dunno, but didn't seem these two do any shaking.)

We returned to the hotel then we five went to a nearby restaurant recommended by the front desk. Again, as in the case of the park, I navigated us flawlessly, like a Chengdu native.

But while five of us went to the restaurant, only four dined. So after dinner, I shlepped Shayna to KFC -- except we never quite found it. (Saw a picture of the Colonel but never the actual restaurant.) Instead, spotted a Pizza Hut and got a cheese and pepperoni pie -- ingeniously made with the pepperoni under the cheese.

Walking up the avenue on the food run, picked up a couple of DVDs. As later at Pizza Hut and later with the ride back, Shayna did a little communicating in Chinese! The general couple blocks -- from around where the DVD guy was to Pizza Hut -- were all large stores, lit up and hopping; the whole street was hopping (DVD guy was not the only sidewalk seller.)

For the ride back (walking one way was fine, round trip too much for certain people), we took a pedicycle, which Shayna loved -- and I helped the driver with navigation -- I knew better where we were going than he did (he had the general idea but didn't know 100%.)

So ended our time on her own; fun, fun, fun and no danger experienced....

6 July

First stop: The Panda research center. What we did and see: a pregnant panda. The year's second newborn. No one said but from a film they showed, I would believe the cub was maybe days old. An older baby that, for 200 Yuan, would be posed with a child. Shayna posed and on course the cub wanted to snuggle up with her, get on her lap, give a little arm on the shoulder thing.

More: Approximately five lazy pandas, a few in that enclosure bothering to eat, most snoozing. An adult that posed with adult humans (for way less than 200 Yuan.). Another enclosure had the four I refer to as Manny, Moe, Jack and Curly: they, of course, expended much energy eating but at least also moved around alot in generally photogenic ways. Lastly, was the enclosure with four (visible) red pandas, being fed. This is a whole different species, beagle or terrier size, maybe a little bigger. Yes, they were so cute one wanted to bring one home.

Photos from the panda center are here.

Here's the opinion of another person on another tour in or about October 2007.

As has become her custom, Donna bought a hat (one of two for the day).

Next was another lunch; if not forgettable, one one would rather forget. Again, the menu was mild but for a single dish, which is to say it moved away from local cuisine.

Thence to what could be called Recreated Old Town for Tourists, including a brief boat trip. This was all pretty much on the edge of the city, it seemed.

Donna bought her second hat of the day: a freshly made wreath of flowers and straw.

Then rebellion: Donna had been conspiring with one of the other parents to bust loose from the tour, to bag dinner and the plan for the next day (an aged irrigation system an hour and a half away from the hotel and a temple or something) to hit the streets.

Management took that poorly; management may fear a backlash from their "masters".

There was sturm and drang about the need to sign waivers, after telling us how awful and unsafe the city is. (Subtext: Chengdu is a real $#!thole.) And after earlier events, does one care? One does not.

Someone also hypothesized that busting loose is an insult to our hosts -- essentially party cadres or people whose loyalty is excessively to the powers to be as opposed to putting together an interesting tour that would include efficiency instead of a great deal of standing around; a little downtime and free time; seeing something of reality instead of propaganda. Management has been doing a poor job of serving the customers. Indeed, it was different last year, I was advised by one of the tweens who was on it: less time standing around and some downtime. (She was on the tour in 2006 with her mother who wrote a book about that tour that I understand we will be receiving copies of at the end of the tour so we shall see, maybe, what was what.) I was also told the representatives of the organizers of the tour mentioned these complaints to the tour guide agency and the latter simply does not care; it simply must be their way.

But I digressed: As I was saying.... We busted loose before dinner, after much threats as noted above. (Again, didn't know Chengdu was so freaking lawless.... Thank God for the protection of our personal cadres.)

So we got off the buss. The females cabbed to the hotel -- and we two dads took a pedicycle!

Yes, we bust loose -- to have dinner at Mickey D's; the kids had been going into junk food withdrawal and desperately needed a taste of home....

5 July

Goodbye, Beijing...

Welcome to Chengdu in southwest China. A non-descript city of 12,000,000, with, so fr discovered, the saving graces of spicy-hot cuisine, a fun-filled public park and at least one beautiful gardens.

But getting ahead of ourselves...

Flight again was on Air China -- this time, the complete antithesis of the flight to Beijing: no delay, nice equiptment (featuring agequate leg and knee room, a timely departure (with an unscary takeoff) and a pleasant on-plane staff. It just about made up for abusive security prior to boarding; much wordse than rrival, which, when you think of it, makes no sense).

First stop on arrival was lunch somewhere across the city from the airport. Best dish: intestine-burning hot noodles. Needed more chili oil, though. (Per the local guide, "Jane", the men are fed and eat the spicy hot food, wash it down with bee and, still sweating, rip thier shirts off. But query: What comes nest? No clue....)

Thence to the hotel, extenuated cheack-in (of course; what else is new) then off to the "Peoples' Park" and then to a poet's house -- actually a huge series of gardens -- and numerous shops. Talk about running dog lackies of state-sponsored capitalism! Abd ditto the "peoples' Park" -- which only became a free park recently.

Much action -- singing, dancing, story-telling, fresh-made sugar candy, tai-chi, a goldfish pond, bonsai plants -- at the park, much beauty at the gardens.

Then a disappointingly mild dinner at Dragon Chaoshou.

The guide told us the story of her life: from a city(?) in the northwest of about 100K people about 500 clicks below the Russian border. Surrounded by desert, desserted on a Sarturday night because of lack of action.

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Meanwhile, starting at the Great Wall, Donna is buying bizarro cheap hats to entertain he troops....

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

News Story of the Day, Without Comment

The Chinese government acknowledged widespread quality-control and safety problems for domestically sold goods ranging from food to baby clothing to grass-cutting equipment, a reminder of the toll on its own consumers at a time of increasing foreign scrutiny of imports from China.

Beijing's statistics-filled assessment had a sobering main finding: Nearly one-fifth of the sold-in-China products that were studied failed to meet the country's quality standards.

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Separately, the Ministry of Health yesterday announced a recall of two brands of diapers popular in rural areas because of excessive amounts of fungus, the Associated Press reported.

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Yesterday, the state-run Xinhua news agency quoted Li Yuanping, a senior official in charge of imported and exported food safety at the quality-control watchdog, as saying that "99% of food exported to the United States was up to safety standards over the past two years, which is a very high percentage."

At the same time, an editorial in the state-run China Daily newspaper said food exports have sometimes failed foreign guidelines "not because the food itself was of low quality but because the standards we use may be lower."

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"These are not isolated cases," Han Yi, director of the watchdog's quality-control and inspection department, said at a news conference at the time, according to a report in the China Daily.
Link for lucky Wall Street Journal subscribers.

4 July

Much too much heat and boredom and beggars at Tiannemen Square, a climb on some balony or something at Mo's tomb, a quick run through the Forbidden City. (Another criticism: the tour is very superficial, like we buzz through the grounds of the Summer Palace but go into none.)

Shayna cracked under the sun and heat so we bagged the afternoon activities, lunch somewhere and a rickshaw ride, and returned to the room to recover.

In the evening was a banquet at a hotel, putatively in honor of the group but, because of overlong naps, bagged that as well. One the tweens said it included like an hour-long speech. How much it could be in our honor when we guests of honor are tired and fried and smelly and dirty without a freshening break eludes me....

And the angina (and agita!) with the extra day of hotel stay, with much sturm und drang and stress got resolved... but not at all easily....

Monday, July 2, 2007

2 July: Shayna, Superstar

Day started with a whimper but had a couple of bangs....

Started the day hanging the lobby waiting to bus up and pull out. While so waiting, spoke to a mom and discussed Shayna's Kumon modeling gig; a photo is being used on one of the wee brochures they give out at the various centers. No money, just a What the Hell thing.

Keep that anecdote in mind (as if this entry's title isn't enough hint....

First stop was a pointless one; the Beijing Department Store. Just what Western tourists want to see: luxuries at retail prices. As one of the dads asked our group's guide while congregating to leave: There were more traditional discount stores a block or so away; can we go there? Short answer: No. This stop, we suspect may have been required, so to speak.

At least I saw the Tag-Heuer of which I'd really like a copy....

But it gets better.

Lunch: Too soon -- on one hand, the visit to the TV tower got bagged because of haze and time -- and we were due somewhere at 2:00.

So lunch at the Yun Zun Fu Cabaret: While we ate, showtime! A group of dancers alternating with a man playing handpipes.

And then the 2:00 stop.

Arrived at Qiyi Primary School -- a "model" or special school, I suspect.

Arrive to band and each child being paired up with a student. Shayna's was named Nancy (or "Nancy"). Vert sweet and shy child. Believes knew no English to speak but Shayna claimed that she was just too shy to speak to me in English....

Greetings followed a demonstration of the che ling/ xiang huang/ dou kong zhu -- Chinese yoyo to us lo fan (non-Chinese).

And then the follow-up to the demo; the school's masters teach our kids how to play with the yoyo.

Except there's a ringer in our group.

Shayna.

Who proceeds to bring honor to America with her proficiency.

Tour then continued with a dance presentation and then finished with us == the kids and many of the parents -- singing a few songs for our hosts, "Two Countries" and "Edelweis". With us is the head of our tour, the woman in charge of putting it together every year, Lisa Kifer, who diplomatically and accurately pointed out that while the school spent much time getting its act together for us, we had spent a few hours (actually, a couple of minutes over a few hours) that day getting our act together.

But briefly, about the school: Oldish buildings but very well kept. The course of study seems to be a lot of drilling, somewhat longer days than in America, discipline and a lot of homework.

But there's more to this stop.

The whole thing was being recorded but a large crew from a Chinese TV channel, CCTV.
(Daddy had to throw in that photo.)

After the tour-ending concert, I see the head of English instruction speaking to Shayna. I go up and am told something about a short interview. I hoped it referred to, like, leaving Shayna in Beijing for a year of study.

But nooooooo.

Turns out it was an interview for the media.

Shayna was asked how she got so good with the yoyo. Three years of study and lessons, she said.

She was asked her name, age and where she lived in America. She was asked what she thought of China, similarities an differences. Alike: All the big buildings. Differences: China: Cars and bikes on the roads, US only cars and a lot more of them. And she was asked what she thought of the program. It was good because it gave the kids a chance to see what life was like for kids in another country.

Dinner was back at the YongAn Hotel restaurant. Special of the night: Chinese-style chicken fingers and french fies for the American kids.

And then a very tired group was taken to see an acrobatic show at the Chaoyang Theatre. Many had a great nap. (Shayna and I had seen essentially the same act -- maybe even the same troupe -- last winter.)

Poster's note: One hears about problems accessing certain non-Chinese sites from China, then one actually, like, experiences it. Like, I can post to this blog but I can't, you know, actually see any Blogger blog, including the one I can post to.

And then, this morning, it refuses to upload photos. And God knows we have a choice assortment.

Go figure.

So Plan B.

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Day 2; 1 July

Morning at the Summer Palace (link and link). Unbelievable. Awesome. Makes the case for royalty or near-limitless wealth. Beyond beautiful on beyond beautiful grounds. On the other hand, pretty hot. (But it would get hotter.)

And Donna and I posed for our official portraits.



Lunch at a restaurant/banquet room at the Freedom Hotel. Also had a few shops with an adorable little supermarket.

Afternoon excursion was to the Temple of Heaven. It was hot. Not the temple, which was, but much moreso the weather. People were, like, wilting.


Dinner (too soon after too big a lunch): A resteraunt set up in one of the outbuildings of the Temple of Earth.

And after a hot, tiring day, this:





/mitchell

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Day 1: And so it Begins....

A light, easy day: The group meets for the first time (officially), assembling in the hotel lobby, at noon, for lunch at the Jackpot Club at the Landmark Hotel, located... across the circular drive in front of our hotel; a 20 second jog in the rain.

Afternoon was downtime and we next gathered for dinner at an anonymous restaurant at the Beijing YongAn Hotel. This was far enough away from the Sheraton that we had to be bused: A right out of the hotel, then the first left, the first left after that and then the next first left then the first right. Which put us on a road adjacent to the back, as it were, of the Sheraton, a couple of hundred yards from it. On the other hand, it was raining and there are a number of little kids....

Quickie reviews:

Jackpot: Eh, and our table had, well, unacceptable service.

Chez Anonymous at the YongAn: good, except for the interruption of a call from our alarm company to tell us that the burglar alarm at the house had been tripped.... (A story for another day, maybe....)

/mitchell

Friday, June 29, 2007

A word from Shayna

Hi!

We have been in China for two days. So far we went for a walk in Beijing (near the hotel where we're staying, the Sheraton Great Wall)and saw many things such as fruit carts, bikers, people selling pencils and pens, and a lot of people selling DVDs. We got three movies on a pedestrian bridge over a main road and highway near the hotel. I got Norbit and my dad got Fantastic Fours 1 & 2. That's all for now.

Sincerely
Shayna

Dad adds: FF2 was in French but who was to know?

And we're staying here:




Link.

/Shayna and mitchell

Mission Accomplished!

Well, not really (there are still a couple of movies to score on dirt cheap DVDs). One of my missions on this return was to investigate whether China has discovered red sauce and a perfectly adequate Spaghtetti Bolognese is available.


It is, it is, it is!! (Annie's.)

-- post + photo/mitchell

First Photos

At some point, waiting for launch on the 27th:






-- Post + fotos by Mitchell

29 June

Touched down in Beijing at approximately 0400 hours Friday morning.

Was to touch down like 6:00 P.M. Thursday.

As I was saying in the last post: Get to JFK and through security around 2:30. I was told by a fellow passenger plane already delayed two hours.

Sometime thereafter, corrected information pops up on display: flight delayed til 8:00.

8:00 comes goes. Storms come. All other gates along the wing where out gate is announce delays, update their respective info for their passengers.

But not the flagship of the PRC.

Short version: Passengers get rerstless, almost unruly. We're boarded at 11:30. The girls are seated in the middle of 4-across on the world's oldest 747 that is still flying. I'm in the middle of 3-across. We're I am, there is no A/C, no adjustable vents. It's a sauna. Get repeatedly kicked by passenger behind me. All trip, I'll try to sleep, to no avail; get minutes on the hour.

Rewind: What's interesting about the boarding is that no other flight in our wing of International departures boarded because of the storm.

So it's not surprising that we end up on the plane, waiting, til takeoff. At about 0300 hours.

So, yeah, the flight sucked. Plane configured for maximum seating; no room. Minimal amenities. Rotten, limited food. Two bad movies. Theoretically not allowed to boot computer or DVD player. Boot them anyway, eventually and the flight starts to suck somewhat less.

Ugh.

Good point: Landed a half-hour early in Beijing.

Disembarking, I get call on cell from... a colleague who won't be named. And receive a text message Shayna sent from JFK Wednesday night (ET).

Taxi at an exorbitant rate to hotel (I was in too big a rush to get to hotel and shower to care about a relatively modest act of extortion.)

Check in; being a day late no problem. Shower, drop down for breakfast.

Meet someone from our tour; from our part of the world no less.

Return to room, and Shayna and I get hit if not by jet lag per se, the reality of pretty much being up very approximately 36-odd (some torturous) hours.

We're here!

-- mitchell

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

10:08 and We are...

A brief post from the floor of JFK's International Departures -- I mean, literally from laying on the ^%$#ing floor:

Not on our away, sitting on the floor near the gate.

The 4:30 departure, I was told as I was passing through security, was delayed two hours; allegedly because the plane was delayed getting to JFK from Beijing.

-- mitchell

Why are W Still Here???

4:30 departure delayed til 8:00 -- P.M., I think.

Yippie-ki-yay, to coin a phrase....

Sunday, June 24, 2007

And Now We Start to Get Freaky-Deaky....

Depart for Beijing 27 June 2007.

Are we ready??

Of course not.

The question to ask is: Will we?

Undoubetdly.

So the real question is: How crazy will we get getting ready???