Well here it is, another hot, humid Monday afternoon in Jiaxing at 3:30. Normally at his time I am just waking up from my 1/2 hour power nap. Sadly, not today. Apparently the people above us are doing some renovations. Now, as you may know almost all building in China are concrete. This means that when you do renos, you have to break down the concrete. Can you say 2 and 1/2 hours of jack hammering? I don’t know exactly what they are doing, but I don’t think there can be a wall left standing. I sure hope they got strata approval for this. LOL!
Some photos I have been accumulating for awhile.
Terry mentioned the turtle soup we had a couple of weeks ago at Aaron’s birthday party. Here it is.
I saw this road awhile ago. It runs right into the bridge and stops. Why it is there I don’t know since it just ends.
I was off to the office this morning and followed Grandma, Grampa and the little one. I am not exactly sure what this might mean – I hope it is not literal, though.
As in all major cities, Jiaxing has underground wiring for many of their services (they also have a massive amount of aboveground wiring, but that’s a different topic). I have posted other pictures of how the residents get their scooters up steps, but I am wondering if there is a big hole somewhere. The photo on the left is how they are supposed to be used, the photo on the right, not so much.
We have shown you pictures of other workers’ residences. These are all over China (at least the parts of China we have seen). We are told that these numbers are for, let’s say, companionship – but that “no one ever calls them”. My question is how do they get them on the sides of the buildings – especially the ones so far up?
This is the Beijiao River which flows quite near our house – we can see the traffic on it from our balcony. It has constant barge traffic on it so I was quite surprised today to see the green algae on it. It reminds me of the water in front of #1. (Ed note: these residences are miserable homes to migrant workers coming in to work the construction trade. They live on the construction site so their living spaces must constantly be covered in dust and grime, and the sounds of hammers and machinery, not to mention the neighbours, must be wearing. The walls are plywood, no insulation so the units will be cold in winter and hot in summer. They share a meager cooking and cleaning facility. Today’s paper reported that construction workers are one of the few groups who actually sign contracts, as construction is considered a dangerous job (no kidding), and the contract offers some protection in case of accident. I have to wonder if this life is really better than what they left in the country…and I seriously wonder who the owners expect to buy their apartments. The laws of supply and demand do not seem to apply to this faction. There is simply a glut of apartments in our city, and still they build.)
Lastly for Jiaxing (moving in to Shanghai next, folks) is the Boloni (baloney – get it?) Lifestyle Museum. Now, I didn’t go in so I am left to wonder just how old the furnishings in there might be…
Okay, so on to Shanghai. We were in this past weekend to see friends, have dinner, do some shopping, and sight see. On Sunday morning we went to Mr. Pancake House for breakfast. Think IHOP only WAY better – except for the service. We have been twice now – once with Ken in January and now. So count it as 5 meals – 6 if you count the fact that Terry had to send hers back yesterday because it was cold. At no time were there ever two meals served at the same time. Terry’s came first yesterday (waffles, ham and eggs), she sent it back and she STILL got it before mine (pancakes, home fries, sausage and eggs) came. The meals are good, though – when they finally arrive, and check out how the straw stands up in the whipped OJ.
Unfortunately I couldn’t get a great photo of Mr. Pancake. We aren’t exactly sure what he is. That is a huge dollop of butter on his head – but is that a nose and goatee or a moustache and goatee or ???
On Friday night we went out to dinner to a Thai restaurant in an upscale mall on Nanjing Road. Now Nanjing Road is like Robson Street or Bloor Street in Mayor Ford’s city (LOL), but take a look at how busy it was on a Friday night at 8 0’clock (stores open until 10).
Finally, where do you hang your laundry to get that fresh outdoor scent? The electrical wires?