This post is about an 18km walk from Baijing to Pingding. I start walking with a grudge, and I end it with an even bigger grudge.
…of course the radiator didn’t work. The coldest night so far. Arctic.
I woke up with a grudge and couldn’t get rid of it for the rest of the day.
The scenery wasn’t bad…
…but I somehow didn’t seem to be able to find the right angles. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in several days.
On the road, some of the trucks annoyed me so much I was actually kind of happy for a moment when I noticed this:
Yes, I thought, there you go with your reckless driving and your inconsiderate abuse of the horn!
Then I noticed a character next to the street:
This li 力 is most easily translated as strength. That’s what I was missing today.
I had a grudge, but no strength.
Then I noticed someone REALLY miserable:
This poor gentleman seemed to be just staggering along the highway, chewing on a mantou 馒头, staring into the empty space. I couldn’t talk to him. I don’t think he was necessarily mentally unfit. But I do think he was having a hard time.
That’s the greatest unfairness of them all: Some people are that unfortunate they even lack the opportunity to be angry.
No strength to bear a grudge.
I decided to re-evaluate my situation and get my act together:
Taking this picture cheered me up a bit somehow, and before I knew it I had walked off the day’s march and was there:
This is not my hotel, but I liked the banner and the phone numbers on the wall.
Now you know you’re in some kind of a major settlement when there are pedestrian bridges arching over the streets:
Nice feeling, because big city meant big hotel meant big radiator and very possibly meant a night spent cozy and warm.
…but then the grudge came back:
I’m sitting in this small restaurant having double cooked pork slices 回锅肉, when some guy turns around and snarls at me in his most bad-ass dialect:
guy: “Whatchu comm e fo?”
me: “What I came here for? I’m traveling through here!”
guy: “Travln, eh? Spenn lotsa mone?”
me: “What? No, I’m trying not to spend too much actually.”
guy: Llika hunndrd aday?”
me: “You want to know whether or not I’m spending 100rmb a day?”
– and that’s where the grudge comes in –
me: (raised voice) “Now what kind of a matter to talk about is that, huh??”
guy: looks lost.
I feel bad for him, but the damage is done.
Some friendly dudes helped out and explained that in my country asking about money would be considered impolite. I had a chat with them and then I said good night and went up to my room.
Later in the night, as I am going through the day’s pictures, thinking not every day is a day spent well, and having just found out that the heating is not quite as efficient as I had thought, I get this message from the dudes from the restaurant:
“Hey, wanna go out? We’re going to do karaoke, the hookers are really cheap – 50”
Sing love songs with dirt-cheap prostitutes and a bad temper?
Tempting, really tempting.
in deinem support sein ehrt mich sehr. ich hoffe, ich werde dem gerecht.
ich gucke gerade tagesschau. "neiddebatte" wegen managergehältern. geil!
Be carefull with the cheap Hookers. It's difficult to walk with a bad itch or worse. And again be carefull!
Rubi: Haha, soll das ne Anspielung sein, dass du auch ein Managergehalt willst?
Marvin: Always careful – holding out for the real expensive kind! 😉
Crazy man is my research center，haha.
I am going to atend a meeting in Shenzhen tomorrow.The meeting will last five days.I can meet the son and grandson of the famousest writer Luxun in Chinese modern literature,.Do you konw LuXun?The meeting is about the research of him.I think I can't read you blog next five years!
I hope you are able to enjoy yourself in the rest days!
Chinese always ask these questions. "how old are you?"or "how much did you spent?".we don't know it's unpolite in your country.