I had to kill a day between meetings so a group of us went to a couple tourist spots near Ninghai. One of them was an “ancient stone village” that was about 700 years old. It was an actual living village and not a museum.
Talking about bad timing. A bar in China opens with a Japanese theme the same month the whole country starts protesting against Japan’s activities surrounding some off-shore islands. We stumbled on it in the same alley as the restaurant where we ate dinner.
I’m a pretty adventurous eater, but I have my boundaries. Last night I challenged my boundaries and tested one of China’s seasonal delicacies – dog.
More photos from wandering around the Pudong area of Shanghai. While in Paris people photograph the Eiffel Tower. In Shanghai you photograph the TV Tower. I like to photograph architecture in black and white because it reminds me of the opening sequence of Woody Allen’s movie “Manhattan” – complete with Gershwin music.
I went to Zhujiajiao today. It’s a water town on the outskirts of Shanghai that was established about 1,700 years ago. It’s a tourist village these days, full of restaurants & shops. It was nice to escape the big city…
Shanghai is huge. REALLY huge (23 million people). It’s ten times the size of Chicago. And this week is was hot. REALLY hot. There were lots of umbrellas on the streets to make-your-own-shade.
I just spent a couple days in Nanjing, which is a few hours west of Shanghai. It was my first trip there. I always seem to visit the same manufacturing hubs in China and it was nice to go somewhere new.
Yangjiang a beautiful city on the southern coast of China, just below Macau. This place is the “knife capital of the world”. I’m here working on some product development projects with the knife factories, but have found time to wander the back streets to take some shots.
My friend Mike invited a few people over to his place in Qingxi for a “make-your-own-sushi” party. In reality it was a “drink beer and watch Gary’s girlfriend make sushi” party. That’s OK, I’d rather watch other people make my food.
On the way in and out of China I always stay in Hong Kong. It’s one of my favorite cities in the world. I woke up early because of jet lag and grabbed some shots as the sun was rising.
Sights from a couple market places in China (Qingxi + Yangjiang). I love to photograph these places. Lots of interesting sensory inputs: sights, sounds, smells, people, activities.
One of my favorite places on the planet. Lots of amazing street food + beer + fun people (often random new friends). The smells are incredible (good).
While I was waiting for a late afternoon meeting with a factory representative I decided to kill some time at a local park in ChangAn. I sat at various benches for about 3 hours taking photos and meeting people.
Flying in China in the spring is not unlike flying through Chicago O’Hare at the same time of year. You probably don’t want to travel in the late afternoon or evening unless you enjoy (long) delays because of storms.
I was curious about how a restaurant kitchen looks and operates in China. I tested 3 restaurants that I frequent and was able to get access to the kitchen in all of them.
In many ways this China grocery store is similar to a US store, but in other ways it’s VERY different. Most items are sold in small units to keep the price and size down. There aren’t rows and rows of minivans & SUVs parked in front of the store – you buy what you can carry home.
I’ve been gutting-out some elbow pain for a while and I decided to test acupuncture treatment to see if it would relieve the pain. After a lunch with a factory owner I asked if they knew of a clinic nearby. We drove to a small shop about the size of my living room that was full of beds & cabinets with traditional Chinese medical equipment.
So, I just returned from an adventure that began yesterday when I accidentally arrived at the Shenzhen airport without my passport in my computer case. Trouble ensued.
Farming in China is like the period after the US civil war, when the excess labor pool created by emancipation proclamation resulted in each ex-slave getting a mule and 40 acres to farm. The only difference is Chinese farmers don’t get the mule (and fewer acres).
This circus’s “big top” was scaled down to village size, with about 8 guys acting as ringmaster, acrobats, clowns, animal handlers, ticket takers, poop scooper, etc.
Considering I’m a bald man (and proud of it), I spend an inordinate amount of time at the barber shop in China getting my “hair” shampooed and cut. Let me explain.