Finding Myself in China: Well to cut a long story short, I walked all the bloody way to Tiger Hill. With Sweat pouring off me I finally met up with Chen Rongmei who had telephoned 'Meimei' to come and help look for me. The two of them had apparently been driving all over the place looking for me. Hot and exhausted, the three of us sat down in a little cafe, under an air conditioner, and cooled off while we ate a very nice 'overpriced' lunch. After lunch the three of us did the tour of HuQiu, and while I really loved the place, the heat of the day combined with all that walking (before and during sightseeing) gave me an awful headache. All I wanted to do was rest. I even considered booking back into my hotel!
This article was originally published at Magic City Morning Star on May 23, 2009. The original article has been edited for American spelling and grammar points. Extra photographs have been included and there is also an additional photo file titled: Inside Tiger Hill HuQiu Yunyansi Pagoda
Suzhou's answer to Italy's Leaning Tower of Pisa
In a recent article about YanDu Park Yancheng, I mentioned that having failed to go to Suzhou on 'May Day,' I promised my friends that I would definitely visit them the following weekend.
True to my word, Saturday 9th May 2009 saw me on a bus to Suzhou, accompanied as usual by my lifetime partner - 'Mr. Murphy,' of 'Murphy's Law' Fame. (Not the Theatre production Dummy!) How often I wish I could leave home without Murphy, but the little bugger sticks to me like glue. I am positive that one of my ancestors at sometime in the past kicked a leprechaun and I have been chosen as the recipient of his wrath. How else can you explain that from go to woe, every possible thing that could stuff up did stuff up on my weekend away? (Not to mention every other day, week, month and year of my life!) But before I get on to my myriad of complaints, I first had better let you know something about Tiger Hill; the location of all the photographs in this article. I only went to Suzhou because my friends wanted to see me, so to make the trip worthwhile, I insisted on taking them to Tiger Hill.
Yunyansi Pagoda Suzhou. Tiger Hill - HuQiu: Suzhou's answer to Italy's Leaning Tower of Pisa.
The rather grainy photograph on the left is quite important. It was taken from the now defunct Fuma Hotel. In August 2015 the Pagoda is surrounded by scaffolding - not sure what is happening.
I had been outside the North Gate at Tiger Hill many times, but had never actually entered the complex. The funny thing is that when I lived in Suzhou I had a card that would have provided me free entrance, but I never used it. Anyway, paraphrasing a sign within the complex, allow me to give you some background information on this Pagoda.
Yunyansi pagoda is called Tiger Hill pagoda in English, and is also called 'Hu Qiu.' It was commenced in the Later Zhou Dynasty and finished in the Song Dynasty. (c. 959-961 A.D.) It is a brick pagoda with seven floors and eight sides, and is said (at least in the French Version of the sign) to look like it is made of wood. It is 47.7 meters high, and leans 2.34 meters (in the French Sign) to the northeast at 3.59 degrees. It weighs about 6000 tons. This pagoda has become the Symbol of ancient Suzhou. It was put in the protection list of national important historical relics in 1961.
Below: Yeah! Me too! No Idea what these were but they were located just inside the north Entrance. I have been back to Tiger Hill since these photographs were taken and these things are not there now. Well - actually the 'well' is, cause it will always be there. These types of well can be found all over the place in Suzhou.
Wikipedia - Later Zhou Dynasty will provide you with some historical information about the 7 year old Emperor under whose reign the pagoda was built. OK, now you know something of the details about the Pagoda. The additional photograph file which contains other larger and different photographs also provides text from some of the other signs around the place. Those signs related to small buildings with rather funny names (at least in English); such as: Five Sages Hall, Yulan Magnolia Villa, Room Leading to Seclusion, Three-Fear House and Green-Embracing Pavilion. It certainly is worth a visit to the complex, and I'm sure that as long as you don't turn up on a public holiday, you will thoroughly enjoy yourself there. Unfortunately, when I turned up, Suzhou was celebrating some special holiday - don't know what - and everything was expensive and everywhere was crowded. But that's my luck! Yours is bound to be better.
Some of the many buildings around the place. (This is a huge complex - plan a 3 to 5 hour visit.)
I should have known better on May 1st that I was not destined to have a good trip to Suzhou. Murphy's Law was working overtime May 1st, so I should have guessed that it was going to throw a spanner into works for the rescheduled trip. Firstly let me say that I had cancelled my trip to Suzhou on May First, just so as to keep my friends in Yancheng company. They ended up abandoning me, leaving me to my own devices. I should not have given them the slightest consideration. I should have gone to Suzhou that weekend instead. I didn't even really want to go to Suzhou, because I am watching my pennies at the moment, but one thing you learn in China, is that if you want to have real Chinese friends, then you have to follow at least some Chinese Customs. Part of the Custom is travelling long distances to visit good friends, and this is what I did. On Friday May 8th, I telephoned Chen Rongmei in Suzhou to tell her that I had just purchased my bus ticket.
My Two Friends The photo on the right show Chen Rongmei walking ahead of her little sister. That is the little sisters head sticking through the hole in the wall.
That conversation of course was in Chinese. Chen Rongmei does not speak any English. She asked me when I would arrive, so I told her that the bus would leave next morning (Saturday) at 9am from Yancheng, and would arrive in Suzhou somewhere around 1pm. I informed her that in the Evening (Saturday) I was inviting her and her husband to dinner, and on the following day, (Sunday), I was inviting her to accompany me to Tiger Hill. She asked me what time I wanted to go to Tiger Hill, and I told her that I wanted to go in the morning. She said: 'I am not free in the morning.' So I replied: 'Not a problem! We can go in the afternoon!' Having sorted that out, she asked me when I would arrive at my hotel in Suzhou.
I told her that I didn't know whether the bus would arrive at the North or South Suzhou Bus Stations, but that by 2pm or so, I would have arrived at the Fuma Hotel, around the corner from her home. The first thing I should have done when I arrived at the South Bus Station in Suzhou was buy the ticket I would need to return to Yancheng. You see in China it is nigh on impossible to buy a return ticket from your starting point. It doesn't make sense to anyone. Why would you want to buy a 'return' ticket? How do you know when you will return?
So as I say, 'I should have bought' my ticket at the South Station, but I simply forgot. I jumped off the bus, went the 'loo' (W.C. - Toilet - Washroom), and headed outside, down the road, across the crossing and up to the bus stop to catch a 933 down to Xiyuan Lu where the hotel (and my former school) is located. As I was boarding the 933 it occurred to me that because I had not stopped to buy the return ticket to Yancheng that I would now have to make a trip to the North Bus Station. With some time up my sleeve, I decided to head down to Shi Lu (the small walking street - not the big one - Guanqianjie), go to MacDonalds, eat lunch, and then hop a taxi over to North Station and get that ticket. It was at this point that my plans slowly began to unravel.
This is a big place with lots to see. And there is a lot of climbing to be done. You can even walk around the hill on a path.
Before Proceeding with my story, let me tell you about this photo immediately below. I arrived at MacDonalds with enough time to eat lunch, grab a taxi, go buy that bus ticket and still get to the Fuma hotel by 2pm; the time I had indicated that I should have arrived. So I ducked into MacDonalds, and I am sitting downstairs in a secluded corner facing a wall (I was too hot and tired to bother looking at anyone - it only encourages them to talk to you), and while eating, turned my head slightly just enough to see a flashbulb go off. I looked up to see this guy taking my photo. I turned to my left, unzipped my backpack, pulled out my camera, set it up, and then yelled out: 'Hey!’ Everyone turned around to look at me, including this guy. I then took his photo! (Superstars should learn from me! They should do this!) You could see the look on this guy's face. It said: 'Why is he taking a photo of me?' Why indeed? 'Look everyone! I have a photo of a Chinese man!' he he he! I can understand why someone (a boy) might want a photo of a cute little peach of a female thing like in the photo on the right, or even of a sexy, flat gut, 6 pack, firm ass young guy; but a photo of this old 'has been?' Maybe he thought I was a sexy 'old thing.'
My Chinese friends thought it impolite of me to take this girl's photo above, while she was posing for her boyfriend. But Hey! - at least I did it on zoom lens from a distance. Anyway, back to my story. I finished my lunch and headed off to the North Bus Station where I requested a ticket for the next afternoon (Sunday) as late as possible. (Remember? Chen Rongmei said she was not free in the morning, so we would have to go to Tiger hill in the afternoon.)
"The last bus leaves at 5:30pm" said the attendant.
'Great! One Ticket Please!' say I.
"That will be 93 RMB please!" she says.
"93 RMB? It only cost me 63 rmb to get here!" I think to myself as I hand over the money. 'Maybe it is just because it is the last bus?' I checked the ticket to make sure she had heard me right, and that it was for the right destination. Yes that was right! I couldn't for the life of me work out why it cost so much. Anyway, with that done and so so many people on the streets around the bus station, I caught another taxi and headed off to my hotel.
At the Hotel I called Chen Rongmei. I told her my room number and asked where and when she would like to have dinner. Eventually it was decided that we would dine at the Muslim Restaurant up in Shi Lu. Whilst she and her sister have dined with me there previously, it would be the first time for her husband. Rather than meet me at the hotel and travel together to Shi Lu, Chen Rongmei suggested that I take the bus to Shi Lu while she takes her bike; and that we meet at about 5:30pm. Not a problem! Well as luck would have it, despite my tiredness, I could not sleep, and so headed off at about 4pm to go look for some Movies up at Shi Lu.
This place used to be a great place to buy (pirated) movies, but the police had done a crack down and the shops were all empty the last time I was there. Not so this time! I bought quite a few movies, including Hugh Jackman's 'Wolverine' Origins movie. That turned out to be a blast actually. The pirates had knocked it off before all the computer graphics were finished. There were these great fight scenes in front of white screens with drawings all over them, and of course the special effects tricks had not yet been edited out. Anyway, the one thing I could not get over was the number of people up at Shi Lu. There were people everywhere, not to mention all these makeshift market stalls, and a ton of police. I figured something was up!
Muslim Restaurant in Suzhou at Shi Lu
At the appropriate hour, when I met up with Chen Rongmei at the Muslim Restaurant, she explained to me that there was a special festival on, and it was somehow connected to the name of one of the streets at Shi Lu. Don't ask me - I really don't know, but it explained why my bus ticket from Suzhou to Yancheng was marked up 50%, as was also (as I would discover on the morrow) - the entrance fee to HuQiu! Ok. So that was one mystery solved. Now for the other!
'Where is your husband?' I ask Chen Rongmei.
'He is busy! He can't come!' she replies.
'Mmm! Just you an' me for dinner?'
OK! Just the two of us means less cost to me for dinner! So in we go! Now the funny thing is that I have eaten in this restaurant many many times and I love eating there. The staff are wonderful! The food is great! The price is reasonable! And I always leave a tip for the waitresses who are dressed in Brown 'Hijabs.' On this occasion however, we had a really surly girl serving us, who, being from Xinjiang, apparently (I would even say 'obviously') didn't like Han Chinese. To add insult to injury, neither Chen Rongmei nor I could understand her Chinese. And so the fun began. We had problems with meals, with equipment, with drinks etc.
Close up of performers in the Stage area opposite HuQiu pagoda And a close up of the base of the pagoda
Anyway, we had ordered far too much food; thanks to the waitress who kept telling us that these were small dishes and we would starve to death if that was all we were going to order. Eventually Chen Rongmei called her sister to join us. Although I knew her, I actually don't know her real name - she is just 'Meimei' (Little Sister) to me. During the course of this well drawn out dinner, Chen Rongmei informed me that the next day was going to be very hot, and wanted to know if we could go to HuQiu in the morning rather than the afternoon. I pointed out that it was she who said that she was not free in the morning. She then said that she had made a mistake, and that she meant that it was Saturday morning (that very day) on which she was not free, but that she was able to go to HuQiu Sunday morning. Well was that a lovely surprise! Not! I had booked a return bus ticket to Yancheng for 5:30pm, and was now being asked to go to Tiger hill in the morning, leaving me with the whole afternoon in which to kill time, with no place to sleep or wash. I was not too amused.
South Side of Tiger Hill travelling down from the pagoda to Yulan Magnolia Villa
Meimei suggested however that I should remain in my hotel till check out (midday) and that Chen Rongmei and I should then take a leisurely lunch up at Tiger Hill, and then as the heat of the day passes, we could walk around and sightsee. I could then (as departure time drew close), take a taxi to the bus station. This was indeed a very good, wise, and comfortable suggestion. Another thing that Meimei suggested during our prolonged dinner was that after dinner we go to the local 'GeWuTing' (Dance Hall). I had never been to one before (despite having received invitations from others), and gladly agreed to go. We had a marvelous time! But as this is a 'misery' story, I'm not about to tell you all the great things that happened at the Dance Hall. Anyway... By the End of the night it was decided that there would be three of us going to Tiger Hill next day, and that by my hotel checkout time, Chen Rongmei would be at my hotel with her bicycle so that I could ride to Tiger Hill, whilst her friend (somebody or other) would double her on the motorbike. I smiled and said 'Ok' but wasn't happy about having to ride the pushbike in the middle of the day.
Next morning I am getting dressed to go to Tiger Hill when I realize that I had forgotten to pack my shorts. That meant that I would have to wear my 'dress trousers,' something which was sure to heat things up a little. When Chen Rongmei arrived at my hotel, she informed me that her friend couldn't make it, and that she would ride her bike and I would have to take a bus to Tiger Hill. "Not a problem!" I thought to myself. 'I'll take the Travel bus No. 3. Done that before!' And I did! But bloody Murphy just had to have his finger in the pie. Because of the new Highway, the No.3 bus route has been changed. It went completely past the street that used to take it to Tiger Hill. At first I thought 'Fair Enough! It will turn off a little further up!' Well it didn't. Additionally, it began to head away from Tiger Hill toward the Railway station. So, having some common sense, I got off the bus, intent on completing the journey by taxi. Ha! Murphy certainly knew how to put that boot into me!
When I got off the bus, I found that that street had a barricade so that I could not get across to the other side of the street, so as to hail a taxi. My only choice seemed to be to walk 'against the traffic' on the enclosed footpath until I could cross the street. In the meantime I am on the phone to Chen Rongmei and I could not even tell her where I was, because what signs I could see were only in Chinese characters which I cannot read. After about 15 minutes of walking, and being able to see Tiger Hill across the highway to my right (but with no way to get over there) I spotted a set of stairs that took me down to an underpass. That got me to the other side of the Highway and from there, I actually knew that I was on the right street but couldn't work out how far away I was.
Well to cut a long story short, I walked all the bloody way to Tiger Hill. With Sweat pouring off me I finally met up with Chen Rongmei who had telephoned 'Meimei' to come and help look for me. The two of them had apparently been driving all over the place looking for me. Hot and exhausted, the three of us sat down in a little cafe, under an air conditioner, and cooled off while we ate a very nice 'overpriced' lunch. After lunch the three of us did the tour of HuQiu, and while I really loved the place, the heat of the day combined with all that walking (before and during sightseeing) gave me an awful headache. All I wanted to do was rest. I even considered booking back into my hotel!
Up those stairs on the right to Five Sages Hall and then out to the Pagoda.
Eventually, I left the women and caught a Taxi to the Bus Station. You would think that there was nothing else left to happen now - wouldn't you? Wrong! The bus had only just left the station when I got a call from one of my students to tell me that because of sports day, all the classes were rearranged, and that my next teaching class was to be held on Wednesday. This was Sunday! I could have stayed another 2 nights in a hotel! I could have done the Tiger hill Trip the next morning in the cool of the day!
No matter! I was in the bus on the way home! The air conditioning was on! I was beginning to feel better, and everything was just - - oh Damn! Yes! Murphy still had one trick left up his sleeve. The air conditioning blew up! I spent more than three hours on that stinking hot bus. There were no windows and no air conditioning, and it was the hottest day of the month! By the time we arrived in Yancheng, (about 9.30pm) just about every male on the bus had his shirt off! That's how hot it was!
South Gate Area - one side of the Canal
So there you go! That was how I spent the weekend. Anyone know how to lift a Leprechaun's curse?
We followed the bus driver’s suggestion and found ourselves walking through a very beautiful but desolate area which took us forthwith to Jin Ji Lake, but we arrived at a point reasonably removed from public use. After taking a few photos we set off to return to the bus stop and instead, eventually, found ourselves on a main road serviced by buses that none of us knew anything about. The trip to the bus stop however was quite interesting for it took us through a new development area of housing and shops - all far too pricey for any of us hungry guys to even consider stopping for food, but at least the scenery was great.
Toward the end of dinner, some children spotted the foreigner and began coming to the door to say 'hello' 'hello' 'hello,' as they do, and then one little girl entered the room and handed out candy to us all. That was a first, as too was the cappuccino that I drank at a coffee house after dinner. I could swear it was an espresso. Ah! What would a foreigner know! Next morning we headed off to our next destination, the major places of interest of which (according to the 100 rmb entry ticket) are, Little Lotus Villa, Home of Zhang Shiming, Jiaye Library, Qiushuli Place, Home of Liu Tiqing and Ancient Stone Bridges. Additional Photographs
Well to cut a long story short, I walked all the bloody way to Tiger Hill. With Sweat pouring off me I finally met up with Chen Rongmei who had telephoned 'Meimei' to come and help look for me. The two of them had apparently been driving all over the place looking for me. Hot and exhausted, the three of us sat down in a little cafe, under an air conditioner, and cooled off while we ate a very nice 'overpriced' lunch. After lunch the three of us did the tour of HuQiu, and while I really loved the place, the heat of the day combined with all that walking (before and during sightseeing) gave me an awful headache. All I wanted to do was rest. I even considered booking back into my hotel! See Also:Cycling Around Tiger Hill Area SuZhouandTiger Hill Additional Photographs
Hanshan Temple Suzhou by R.P. BenDedek Various Dates
This Stele is made of Shandong Jiaxiang Blue Stone, and composed of stele cap, stele body and stele pedestal. Its facade is engraved with Zhang Ji's (Tang Dynasty) poem To Moor at Night at the Maple Bridge inscribed by Yu Yue (Qing Dynasty); while the back is engraved with The Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra (Prajnaparamita Hridaya Sutra in Sanskrit) handwritted by Emperor Qianlong (Qing Dynasty).
Dr. Ben-Shahar made a statement to the effect that people need to understand that it is from the journey itself that we derive pleasure, not the destination. In order to find balance in life, people must stop and take time out to look at the day's events, and see the joy that was in it. Far too often we only reflect on flaws and failures, rather than on joys and successes. True happiness is found in the many small moments in our lives, and we have to remind ourselves daily of all the things we are grateful for and appreciate.
After following the pathway around the mountain we were faced with a choice of either a path downward or a trail upward. We chose the upward trail, and hoped to find something. After climbing over boulders and headed in the direction of some boys sitting atop one, we arrived at a spectacular viewpoint. We had an almost 360 degree view of Mudu. While we were marveling at the view before us, I heard a few voices off in the distance behind us. When I turned to look, I was surprised to find that there was a ridge there, completely jam packed with people taking in the 'better view.'
The Garden of Couple's Retreat. Located on the northeastern edge of the ancient city of SuZhou, the garden was first created in the early Qing period as a pleasure garden of Baoning Prefect Lu Jingzhi. In the 13th year of Tong ZhiReign (1874 AD), Shen Bingcheng, governor of Susongtai Region, acquired it and expanded it into the present scale.The park is located by one of the major canals on the North / East side of SuZhou. It is not far from the Old Water Gate, and right behind it is the SuZhou Zoo. I have been in YanCheng now for 6 months and no longer have a map of SuZhou from which to give precise directions. The entrance looks great from the overpass, but otherwise you wouldn't know it is there. I did take some photos of it at night when I was on the canal tour. That tour leaves from 'ShiLu' which is the 'small' walking street - not Guanqian Jie which is the big walking street.
Now I am not going to repeat the title here, but it showed a room in which plant roots are used to grow new plants. Unfortunately, whilst the caption may have been strictly correct in an Agricultural context, the words also constituted a very vulgar idiomatic expression in English. As the particular slide lit up on the big screen, there was an audible gasp from numerous people (including Chiara and I), followed by muted laughing and serious attempts by individuals not to break into hysterics.
Moving to Suzhou by R.P. BenDedek February 21, 2015 (2007 Magic City Article transferred to Kingscalendar)
I had been told many times that if I could be a successful teacher in Hubei, then I would find it so easy to teach elsewhere in China. I never understood what that meant, until I came here. These kids are a joy to teach, even though their English level is no better than the kids in Hubei. It really feels like I have been transported to a different country.
Traduzione di Chiara Braccagni: Nel 2005 mi sono trasferito a Wuhan da Hong Hu, in modo da poter insegnare inglese e allo stesso tempo imparare il cinese. Tuttavia, dopo due anni a Wuhan, avevo seguito solo un semestre di studio del cinese. Avevo accettato il lavoro di insegnante a Wuhan ad uno stipendio minore rispetto a quanto mi era stato offerto da altri istituti, in modo da mettere in pratica il cinese che impraravo in un dialetto che mi fosse familiare. Quando ho richiesto all'agenzia di trovarmi un nuovo lavoro per il 2007 ho messo in chiaro che lo stipendio era la mia priorita.' Sebbene il governo cinese avesse decretato che gli insegnanti stranieri potevano ritornare a casa in anticipo lo scorso semestre, cosi' da trascorrere il Natale con le loro famiglie (decisione resa possible dalle anticipate festivita' del capodanno cinese) la mia scuola non mi ha lasciato partire. Infatti, una clausola mi obbligava a rimanere a scuola fino all'ultimo giorno del mio contratto. E cosi' ho fatto (e sto ancora aspettando lo stipendio che mi devono).
I have to say it was a great honor to meet him, an honor that might have had more significance had I only known in which of the photo ops I actually did meet him. I'm guessing it was the guy who had both an English and Japanese translator trailing him.... Turning the camera on, I raised it and began to focus the lens. Just then a wave slapped against the side of the boat and my friends and I got drenched as water spurted up and in through the open window. By the time I recovered, wiped the lens dry, got the camera working, and focused, I had little time left to do a reasonable video, and no time at all to take any more still photographs.
I can say that the new computer cost me half of what I had expected to pay, and the money saved will almost pay for a special trip I'm planning to the other side of the country in October. We had our conversation on a Tuesday at about 11.45am at the end of March, and two days later on the Thursday, I picked up my brand new computer already loaded with all my programs. It also came with a gift of some high definition movies (Mr. Kang is able to provide 1500 HD Movies on an external hard drive.) If you are coming to Suzhou and you really NEED to buy a new computer, go talk to him. Maybe you just need some repairs - he'll fix you up. Maybe you want some High Definition Movies - he's the one to talk to. -and-Computer Repairs in SuZhou City Jiangsu Province Nov 7, 2011
I ran into Jian up at Shi Lu one night, just before the Americans left town. We had a long talk about the fact that he was wasting his life; that his parents really just wanted him to apply himself equally to Chinese and Math studies, as to his English Studies. When I left him, I thought that maybe he was finally going to go home. I spoke to him about the parable of the Prodigal Son and asked him to get the Americans to explain it
You will arrive at Taipa House Museum Area with so much to see. If you want to go into the Museum you must pay. But there is also much to see outside. This is a museum beside the A-Ma Temple on Macao Island. This sits on the waterfront and you can see Zhuhai in China across the harbour.
Mt. Emei - The first day we climbed to 940 metres. The Second Day we took the bus up as far as the Cable car. just 200 metres or so below the summit. At over 3000 metres the clouds just kept coming and going. Rather like the tourists! Bloody tourists! Noisy nuisances! Don't know why they let them spoil the tranquility!
In the temple, there are many places of cultural and historical interest. Tianwang (Heavenly Kings) Hall, Guanyin Hall, Wuyou Hall and the Arhat Hall are solemn in ancient style, Kuangyi Pavilion is charm and elegant. On Erya Terrace you can overlook the river, while in Tingtao Pavilion, you can enjoy the music of the current. If you want to see how the three rivers meet go to Jingyun Pavilion; to enjoy flowers, butterflies and singing birds, go to the Plum Garden. What is mostly worth mentioning is that it is the temple and the hill on which it stands that form the head of the Giant Sleeping Buddha.
Many people say that my cursive Chinese writing is just terrible scribble. Now I know that they are just jealous because I have mastered a unique form of calligraphy. Du Fu Selected Poems Translated by Rewi Alley Foreign Languages Press 2001
(Note: Chiara Braccagni's articles are in both English and Italian)
A una di queste chiamate, ci fermiamo a fianco a una coppia di giovani. Non solo i due incauti avevano diversi sacchetti, ma portavano con sé anche una torta. Dopo varie discussioni con la bigliettaia perché la torta nel pulmino proprio non ci stava, provano ad aprire il finestrino e a passarla alla ragazza seduta di fronte a Justine. Visto che non riuscivano a spostare il vetro, sporgendomi, faccio alla bigliettaia: "Lo faccia passare da qui" (okkei, va bene, ho detto solo "da qui," il resto della frase era sottinteso!). Io, anima ingenua, credevo che una volta saliti i due giovani avrebbero trovato il modo di riprendersi la torta. E invece no! Mi sono fatta una decina di chilometri di strada sterrata con una torta gelato sulle ginocchia! E giusto per renderla ancora più precaria, era una torta a due piani con complesse decorazioni, tra cui un drago giallo con occhi e baffi di cioccolata. Avevo il terrore di spetasciarla. A questo punto, però, ridevamo da non riuscire più a respirare.
Built in 1406-1420, The Imperial Palace, popularly known as the Forbidden City, was the permanent residence of the Emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It's buildings are divided into two parts. The front part, or the 'outer court,' consists of Tai He Dian Hall, Zhong He Dian Hall and Bao He Dian Hall, which are taken as it's main body, plus Wen Hua Dian Hall and Wu Ying Dian Hall, which are taken as it's two wings, Where the Emperor held important ceremonies
If you do an internet word search for Badaling, you will find many addresses to choose from in your pursuit to know more about the Great Wall. After leaving the great wall we traveled to the Ming Tombs. Unfortunately we never got to go into any because there was a good deal of restorative work being carried on at that time. One of the lesser appreciated side effects of the 'Cultural Revolution' was the amount of malicious damage done to these tombs and other relics of China's past, and our guide was quite open in informing us of some of these events. Such a pity
After years of living in China, I finally got around to organizing a trip to Tibet. I was due to pay for the trip at the End of June and I was to go in October during the Chinese National Holiday. If you have been wondering why the Chinese Government put a ban on foreigners going to Tibet, then now you know the reason. It was to stop me! Alleyways and Streets are more narrow than the canals in Xitang Town ZheJiang. Once we cleared the bars it quieted down. Now this is where I point out why the title of this article has 'Clown' in it.
Qing Ming, means clear and bright in Chinese. It is both the fifth term in the traditional lunar calendar and a festival to hold memorial ceremony for the dead. Being as how I was the only white face in the crowd, the Chinese attendants jumped on me, baptised me, confirmed me and handed me the brochure with all the church services times listed on it. They wanted to know if I was Catholic or Christian. Usually I just tell people I am a Muslim, and it makes them think twice. This time I said something that I regretted. Ha! I'm not telling you what I said!
I provide here two links from which you may glean information should be coming to Yancheng and decide to stay at the YanFu Hotel. The Hotel is located in the very heart of YanCheng near to Da Tong Ma. "Ben" - Guo Haibin - Advertising Manager at the YanFu Hotel on the left.
Do you know how to Samba? You do? Well you know how you have to bend the knees and at the same time push your bum down so that you do a pelvic thrust - yeah? Well I gave my teacher two options. I could bend my knees or do a pelvic thrust, but not both at the same time. He told me that I would eventually learn it. Surprise Surprise! By the end of my second night I had it figured out, and let me tell you - it is not a pretty sight! I should know - I have to watch my self in that monstrous bloody mirror!
Xiangfan is a historical and cultural city in the southwest of Hubei Province. It has an area of 26.7 thousand square kilometers and a population of 6.75 million. The central part of Xiangfan is a plain. The rest are mountains and hills. Xiangfan has a subtropical monsoon climate with an annual average temperature of 15.8C, and has 240 frost-free days. Annual rainfall averages 878 millimeters.
, 2006My Student friend has already 'cheated' in 4 exams this school year. Well, he doesn't actually 'cheat,' he just 'pretends' to be someone else, and does their exams for them. It's a simple process really. They merely substitute photographs in their identity cards. The first thing I had to tell him was that the reason I seem so happy, is that if I allowed myself to be controlled by all the 'negatives' that surround me, I would have to quit my job and go home. 'The Secret of Being Happy,' I informed him, 'is that happiness comes from within you. It is not the result of happy experiences.'
You may find this hard to believe, but Chinese students can memorise a 20 minute monologue - perfectly. They memorise their lesson texts. They might understand nothing. They certainly cannot commence at paragraph two or three: they must start from the first word and go through to the end. However, they can memorise perfectly. So this is what these two girls did.
Since 2004 he has been writing academic articles, social commentaries and photographic 'Stories from China' both here at KingsCalendar, and formerly as a contributing columnist at Magic City Morning Star News (Maine USA) where from 2009 to 2015 he was Stand-in Editor. He currently has a column at iPatriot.com and teaches English to Business English and Flight Attendant College Students in Suzhou City Jiangsu Province People's Republic of China.)
BenDedek originally created the site to publicize his research results into the Chronology of Ancient Israel. Those results were published under the title: 'The King's Calendar: The Secret of Qumran.' Whilst there have been many attempts to solve the chronological riddle of the Bible's synchronisms of reigns of the kings of Israel and Judah and their synchronism with other Ancient Near Eastern Nations, no other research is based on a simple mathematical formula which could, if it is incorrect, be disproved easily. To date, no one has been able to dismiss the mathematical results of this research.
Free to air Academic articles set forth Apologetics for and results of his discovery of an "artificial chronological scheme" running through the Bible, Josephus, the Damascus Documents of the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Seder Olam Rabbah. Check the Chapter Precis Page to see details of each chapter and to gain access to the Four Free to Air Chapters
(The Download book does not contain a section on Seder Olam)
Definition: King's Calendar Chronological Research
The Premise: Between the 5th and 3rd centuries BCE (but continuing down to at least 104 BCE), Sectarian redactors transcribed the legitimate 'solar year' chronological records of Israel and Judah, into an artificial form, with listed years as each comprised of 12 months of 4 weeks of 7 days, or 336 days per year, thus creating a 13th artificial year where 12 solar years existed.
When the Synchronous Chronological Data provided in the Books of Kings and Chronicles for the Divided Kingdom Period are measured in years of 336 days, the synchronisms actually align. [Refer to Appendix 5. to see how it synchronises the Divided Kingdom Period]