I am sure that many of you had a good laugh when you read about our cleaning lady and the fridge cleansing. I was rudely reminded of it again yesterday. I was reclining quite comfortably on my reclining chair about 4 pm and waiting to go out to dinner with George and Zhao Ming (the VP at Terry’s school and his wife), when the thought occurred to me that I would like to enjoy a martini. “Wait,” I thought “No no NO – the full bottles of Grey Goose and Bombay were in the freezer!” Yes, they are gone too.
Anyway, so off we go to dinner. Now Zhao Ming has little English (but more than she allows, we think) but she wants to know if we saw any lady-boys in Thailand – of course I had to show my photo op with them to howls of laughter! We have a very pleasant evening at “The Grandma’s” restaurant. The best Chinese food we have had since arriving here – and the crowd attested to that. It was packed, no reservations and while you wait, they serve tea, oranges and popcorn.
We got there about 5:30 and didn’t get our table until 6:15.
We started with this fish. It really was very good. All the meat was removed and fried up and then mixed in with the vegetables. We also had veal, eggplant, green beans, lamb chops, noodles, potatoes and 5 large excellent beer. Total bill – $56.00. (The noodles at the end, however weren’t particularly good.) As the dinner was winding down, we told them about the fridge escapade. I thought George was going to wet himself – twice. He not only laughed while we were telling him, he continued laughing all the time he was translating for Zhao Ming.
This morning, I realized that not only was the liquor gone, so too was 1/2 – 3/4 pound of Starbuck’s finest.
Terry here. I keep forgetting to write about two rather unfortunate names for stores seen here and in Shanghai: Titty, a shop for 20-something women, and Anyone Anytime Anywhere Anyway, same same. What else is there to say, really?
We walked along the Jiaxing Greenway this afternoon and realized that the Grand Canal runs less than a block from our apartment.
We can see a bit of the barge traffic through a gap in the buildings but the real action is when you are down on the shoreline. The Canal runs N-S and we are convinced that the we could get on a barge here and end up on the Huang Po at Shanghai, or even as far as Beijing. Now that would be a trip! We stopped to watch one of them dredging the edges of the canal in order to back-fill behind new sections of sea wall. Fascinating how careful and gentle the operator could be with that huge piece of machinery! Notice the colour of the mud in Geoff’s video–this is the colour of the dust that enters through every window and vent in the buildings here. It’s really clay dust and it’s a job keeping up with it.
We learned a new term that describes the multitude of little garden plots that show up everywhere there is a chance that something will grow: earth-borrowing. Isn’t that great? These ones are along the canal but really everywhere in Jiaxing, the soil is the same black clay that comes out of the bottom of the canal. I imagine it comes from millions of years of silt deposit in the Yangtze basin. Plants seem to love it but it does get into and on everything. A housewive’s (or househusband’s) nightmare.