Parts Unknown

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Anthony Bourdain seems to be everywhere, not just everywhere in the world but everywhere on TV. He’s the center of ABC’s The Taste, the Travel Channel, PBS’ Mind of a Chef and now CNN’s Parts Unknown. The series premiered with Bourdain heading to Myanmar, a country I’ve wanted to visit for years and years, but couldn’t as I didn’t want to support that military.

Bagan, Myanmar

Bagan, Myanmar

In episode 1, Bourdain travels to Myanmar, a.k.a. Burma. As you’d expect he meets up with interesting folk over enticing food. Many of his interview subjects had been imprisoned when the military was keeping tighter constraints and they openly discussed politics, their experiences and their expectations for the future.

After a few days in the capital, Bourdain and his mentor take a clunky slow train to Bagan. The town of Bagan looked so inviting and untouched. Yet the train ride seemed so risky. Perhaps when/if I visit Myanmar, I’ll skip the trains, though air travel isn’t much safer.

The episode was fascinating and Bourdain’s insights were wry and wise.

The series is off to a good start, though I’m not sure I’d spend the time on the second episode, which is L.A. Yeah, L.A. has its bizarro pockets and its elegance and diversity, but who doesn’t know that? I watch travel shows to discover places I can’t easily get to myself.

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Five Dragon Pond

In downtown Jinan, with an admission rate of just 5rmb, the smaller and I think more serene Five Dragon Pond is a lovely place for a stroll. You don’t realize you’re in a city.

I can’t believe I went here for the first time on Wednesday.

Travel Savings for Educators: Edbeds

Edbeds.com is a way for educators to save on accommodations when traveling. The website lists and describes members’ beds and rooms that welcome guests, who must be teachers, for just $49 a night.

I haven’t tried this because I don’t have accommodations to offer now. My apartment in China is too small and the school wouldn’t be keen on this sort of hospitality. Perhaps once I move to my next job, I can try this.

Yungang Caves

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Restoring caves 8 – 12

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An hour outside of Datong are the Yungang Caves, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. After seeing the Longmen Caves in Henan and seeing something on television about these caves being similar but still showing their original pigments, I thought I’d check them out during our Tomb Sweeping holiday.

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Hanging Temple

Night Train to Datong

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Soft Sleeper (below there’s a table with a fake rose)

I had four days off in a row and took the opportunity to go to Datong so I could see the Yungang Caves and the Hanging Temple. Datong’s off the beaten path and there’s only one train a day there. I’ve taken the night trains here though it’s been a while.

I was delighted when I got on board though. Clean bunks. Just four to a room and a fake red rose on our little table. I wasn’t crazy about having the top bunk, but what I could I do? I was lucky to get tickets. I had a good time chatting and sharing sunflower seeds with a woman in the next cubicle as we looked out the window. And — I actually got some sleep.

Hard Sleeper, clean, but ascetic

Hard Sleeper, clean, but ascetic

Last night I expected the same kind of bunk. I assumed that the way out was the hard sleeper since it’s been awhile since I took a slow train in China. Also, the soft sleepers in Thailand are so posh. There’s two to a room and you have a sink and mirror. You’ve got more space.

Well, this isn’t Thailand. The first night was the soft sleeper and now I’m suddenly less impressed. I realize that my second ticket was much cheaper and I had a hard sleeper and I was on the top bunk. The thought of climbing up that ladder didn’t thrill me. I knew I’d go up and down exactly once. Also, my goal was to use the bathroom as little as possible, which I did. I do have to say the bathroom in 2nd class was no worse than the one in first.

This ride started earlier so we left at 4 pm which meant a longer time perched by the window on the fold down chair. I did get to see the landscape and finish my novel. I did succeed in getting up and down the ladder without bodily harm, but I didn’t sleep a wink. There was just too much noise. The guy across from me really has some breathing issues. Not just snoring, but all his nocturnal breathing should be looked at. It made waking at 4:30am to disembark at 5 am easy enough.

Still the journey was straightforward and there were no problems. I do wonder if it isn’t better to go soft seat on such a train. As uncomfortable as my night was, the train was better in some ways than Amtrak. A sleeper bunk is at least affordable. If I had a lower bunk, it would have been fine. I could sit up better and wouldn’t have to deal with the fear of falling from that little ladder.

Walking Around Phnom Penh

Above are some of the sights I took in along the way.

Fingers Crossed

On Monday, I leave for Cambodia via China. I’ll be speaking at the CAMTESOL conference next Saturday. My worry is the Chinese airport. I fly into Shanghai and though I requested a multiple entry visa, they gave me a single entry visa. I’m flying with one checked bag. Will I be able to get my bag in Shanghai and then check it for Phnom Penh without going through immigration? I don’t want to get stuck in China unable to go to the conference. Moreover, after the conference I have a job interview in Macau. Though Macau, like Hong Kong is part of China, when traveling, it’s considered a foreign country. So even if I decided to bail on CAMTESOL, I still have to be able to fly to Shanghai and then get to Macau without going through immigration since once that visa’s stamped I can’t re-enter.

Oh, China why? Consulate workers why?

Last semester all the teachers who asked for multiple entry visa and those who asked for single entry got multiple. Seems the bureaucrats had fun exercising their power.

Back to packing and looking for a stray library book.

Getting a Taxi at O’Hare

Orange Colour Taxis.

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I arrived at O’Hare late Thursday night and needed a taxi home. So did lots of other people, but I imagine that’s usual. I called 303 Cabs and was told they were busy so it would be a 15-20 minute wait. After 10 minutes I went outside, but it was frigid so I went in. There’s a huge wind so it’s possible to easily see the cabs and their numbers. Mine was the easy to remember #1.

Now some cabs were waiting and waiting for their riders. A couple cabs had to wait at least 15 minutes. How I wanted to hop in one of these eluring cabs.

I waited and waited for mine. After *gasp* over an hour, I called 303 Cabs again. They offered a weak apology and said that I missed the cab. Poppycock. My eyes were peeled. Also, I reckoned by others behavior that no one got a cab in 15-20 minutes. 30 or 40 was more like it.

I also I need to tell visitors to Chicago that we have a rather  confusing means of getting a taxi. There is no queue or booth with personnel assisting travelers as other countries have. Each time I’m at the airport in arrivals I see and help people who’re trying to wave a taxi down. They don’t understand why none stop. I don’t fault them as it isn’t obvious what the procedure is.

It’s because in Chicago you must go to one of the information phones and  use the touch screen to call a cab. Follow the operator’s directions and with luck you’ll get a cab.

Now I’ve learned that the estimated times need some translation. Fifteen – twenty minutes in taxi-ese means over an hour. They won’t tell you “over an hour” because you’ll call another company. I don’t think it’s a bad idea to call a back up cab if you’re told to wait for 15 minutes.

Chicago is a town where being shrewd is the name of the game. Don’t feel bad. I’m surprised our motto isn’t “There’s a sucker born every minute.” So call two cabs and cancel the one that doesn’t make it there first. It’s just capitalism,  which isn’t always pretty.

It took me two hours to get a cab and drive home, about the same amount of time it took to fly from Boston to Chicago. When I got in the second cab, I saw Cab #1 pull up.

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