Sunday, December 9, 2012

Welcome to the Beijing Zoo

Sept 20th-23rd

Our 24-hour train ride from Hong Kong went incredibly quickly and as soon as we stepped off the train, we knew we were in a different world.

We luckily weren't completely in the dark because I had arranged to stay with a German couchsurfer and he had given us incredibly detailed directions to his place.

We hopped on a bus and managed to get off at the suggested stop with the help of the Chinese characters Kim included. After going the wrong way a few times and asking a few people for directions, we finally found Kim's flat.

He instantly welcomed us, showed us how to use his amenities and we were off to the races! Kim had to meet someone for dinner but still had enough time to show us a local market and suggest some nearby restaurants for dinner.

After our first of many Peking Duck and pork-stuffed eggplant dinners, we waited for Kim to get back from his friend's. For the rest of the evening, we discussed our respective professions and back stories; our travels and goals for China and beyond; and he attempted to teach us some words in mandarin. Good luck, mandarin is ridiculously difficult.

Kim lived in Haidian, the university district between Renmin and Peking University, working at the latter as a researcher in linguistics and their application in computer programs or something along those lines.

On our first full day in Beijing, we decided to visit Beijing's most famed monument: the Forbidden City. The Forbidden city's name stems from the fact it was off limits for 500 years and it acted as the residence of China's two final dynasties: the Ming and Qing dynasty.


We entered the city via the Gate of Heavenly Peace, with the iconic portrait of Chairman Mao on its facade. We then passed through the immense courtyard to reach the museum entrance (the city itself).


We spent several hours walking through the immense grounds, astonishingly long corridors; and sauntering to the innumerable halls, temples and palaces contained within this sprawling complex.


Every aspect of this complex was immaculate and ornate, it is no wonder these emperors were seen as gods.


Despite the grandeur of the site, the wonderful halls of Supreme Harmony and Middle Harmony; and the impressive nine Dragon Screen; a little is lost by the sheer amount of people who descend on this site at any given time. A little more forbiddeness would be nice!


I wouldn't be surprised if the Forbidden City saw hundreds of thousands of tourists per day, most of which are local tourists in their immense tour groups led by shrill-voiced, mandarin-speaking, flag-baring guides.


Approaching any of the relics contained within these wonderful halls is like trying to take pictures of the world's biggest celebrities: hundreds of cameras flashing, people pushing their way to the front with a complete disregard for others waiting in an orderly fashion.

Complete chaos!

Once we had seen the main central halls, we made our way to the eastern and western portions of the city to get away from the central areas of interest and consequently calamitous site-seeing conditions.

Upon leaving the Forbidden City, we crossed the street to Jingshan park, a park whose grounds were formed by the earth excavated to create the moat around the forbidden city. From the top of the hill you get fantastic views of the Forbidden City, although Beijing's notorious smog obstructed the clarity of our view.


We then walked around the outer wall, which brought us back to Tian'an men Square, said to be the world's largest square (90 football fields) and the infamous standoff point between the man and the government tanks during the student prodemocracy protests of 1989.


Tian'an men Square is flanked by the Forbidden City to the north, the Great Hall of the People to the west, and the Chinese National museum to the east. The square also contains the mausoleum of Mao Zedong and the granite obelisk known as the Monument to the People's Heroes.


The square was being cleaned up and decorated for the upcoming National Day on October first, being China's version of Canada Day, where seemingly the equivalent of Canada's population will descend on the square for the day's festivities.

Completely spent from our day's activities, we headed back to Kim's. Always a man on the move, Kim joined us for a quick dinner but had to leave to the train station to visit his girlfriend who lives in Xi'an. He would be gone until the middle of the following week and had graciously offered to let us stay in his apartment during his absence. We were extremely grateful and elated by his offer.

The next day we decided to do a walk suggested by Frommer's guide to China, exploring Beijing's Back Lakes.

Our walk started at Mei Lanfang Guju, home of Peking Opera star Mei Lanfang and a beautiful example of Beijing's famed siheyuan (courtyard home) and hutong (narrow and winding alley) neighborhoods that define the old city. From there we passed the former campus of Furen University and visited Prince Gong's mansion.

Built in 1777, this lavish courtyard residence was the former home of its namesake, boasting numerous pavilions, temples and even a coy pond with ducks. Luckily we had arrived early enough to avoid the influx of Chinese tourists entering.


Our next stop was wild duck island built on the beautiful Hou Hai lake. We then continued around the lake admiring the scenery and the happy young couples on tandem bicycles and paddle-boats; as well as the elderly being escorted by rickshaws.

Simply wonderful!

Our walk terminated at the impressive Drum and Bell towers providing beautiful albeit smoggy views of the surrounding hutong neibouhoods.


Being suckers for punishment, we walked up the Chinese hipster street of Gulou Dongdajie and continued on for another 45-minutes before reaching the mystical Lama Temple.

The Lama Temple is the most renown Tibetan temple outside of Tibet. The grounds were swarming with white tourists seeing as though we're all infatuated with Tibet, their struggle for freedom and self-immolations.


Although the outer architecture resembles many other Ming and Qing dynasty buildings, many elements were purely Tibetan, from their ornate and detailed Buddhist statues to Tibetan cursive banners and relics adorning the various buildings.


What was particularly interesting is that it is still an active place of worship, with scores of Buddhists burning incense for various deities. I'll find it in my heart to forgive the goofy white guy trying to emulate the actual Buddhists praying beside him, but common, show some respect!

The most impressive and surprising relic contained within this complex was the 18m statue of Buddha in the unassuming Wanfu pavilion.

Our final stop of the day was to the Temple of Heaven Park. A leisurely walk through the grounds led us to the park's dominant feature, passing competing choirs of elderly Chinese and people of all ages engaging in some sort of activity.


The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests is the iconic building associated with the Temple of Heaven and it was a nice change from the boxy architecture of most Ming and Qing buildings around Beijing.

That night we attempted to get the same great meal of Peking duck and pork-infused eggplant but a failure to communicate properly left us duck-less.

Our tourism marathon continued on the next day with the immaculate Summer Palace. This palace acted as the Imperial Court's summer getaway and both Josh and I found it more impressive than the Forbidden. City. We spent most of the day admiring the palace's unique architecture, circling Kunming Lake and hiking up countless stairs to reach the Buddhist Temple of the Sea of Wisdom and the Buddhist Fragrance pavilion.


What I really loved about this place was that it was large enough to escape the throngs of tourists and have a little tranquility within this unrelenting capital city.


Our final stop of the day was to Beijing's Bird Nest or National Stadium, used for the 2008 Summer Olympics. We had arrived too late to enter this beautiful feat of modern architecture, but the view from the outside was still worth it. I couldn't help but wonder what this city looked like prior to the Olympics: China apparently invested 40 billion (yes you read that right) dollars to hold the games and renovate the city.


After just three days, we had seen some incredible sites and visited some awe-inspiring structures, but still the greatest of all man-made structures, arguably in the entire world, sprawled just beyond Beijing. The next few days would distance us from the Beijing zoo and bring us to the immeasurable Great Wall of China!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Hong Kong Part II: Macao and Monasteries

Sept 13th-18th

Hong Kong and Macau are considered Special Administrative Regions or SARs due to their colonization by Britain and Portugal respectively. They have their own governments, currency, a European tongue as an official language (English for Hong Kong and Portuguese in Macau), and compete in the Olympics independently of China.

Macau was already established as a Portuguese colony in 1557. It was only handed back to China in 1999, two years after Britain handed back Hong Kong.

Macau offers a unique mixture of Portuguese and Chinese heritage, culture and culinary specialties. Unlike Hong Kong, gambling is legal in Macau, and this fact has pushed expansion and development to turn Macau into the Las Vegas of Asia. It is for this reason that we decided to check it out.


We took a high-speed ferry from Hong Kong that got us to Macau in an hour. Mike had reserved us a room at the Banyan Tree Hotel, being the only hotel I have ever heard of that has a pool in every room!

Yeah, that baller.

We walked around the adjacent Galaxy Casino and then went across the street to the Venetian Macau, touted as the second largest building in the world.


Before grabbing a bite to eat, we had a nice soak in our room's pool while enjoying a bottle of scotch. By the time we headed out for food, most restaurants were closed and we had to eat at a food court.


Not so baller.

By this point, we had already started playing fives, where the loser of each round has to either chug their entire drink or do an embarrassing or disgusting task.

While we were in the pool, Josh had thrown a complimentary pear into the water while we all still in it and just before heading out to the casino, as fate would have it, Josh lost at fives and had to take a bite out of the pear that had been stewing in the warm water that we had been soaking in, not once but twice!

We then put the half-eaten pear in a glass of vodka to act as the prize for the loser of fives upon our return to our room.

The only similarity between Macau and Vegas is the gambling. Other than the Galaxy Casino, the other casinos were not built to impress, but just to accommodate the largest amount of people possible. They don't even give complimentary drinks while gambling other than bottled water and tea. Lame I know.

The atmosphere is definitely less lively: these Asians mean business. That didn't stop Mike and Josh from hitting the tables and trying their luck. Rob and I acted as spectators to their gambling endeavors.


After watching their highs and lows and splitting 15L of kegged beer, we headed back to our room for cigars and room service, which for some reason Rob volunteered to answer the door completely naked. As for the vodka-soaked, half-eaten, bath-water pear, Josh had lost again and had to eat it!

It was better than winning at the casino!

It was 7:30am and we were still awake. I had been preaching the fact that Macau had been under Portuguese control for 400 years and I couldn't leave without seeing it's heritage buildings.


So after pulling an all-nighter and still quite tipsy, I hailed a cab to Senado Square. From there I walked to Macau's most famous structure, the church of Sao Paulo, where only the facade remains.


From there I visited the Monte fortress, providing incredible views of Macau, before heading back to the hotel to catch a few hours of sleep. I was pretty impressed to see how the pictures turned out in spite of my sleep-deprived, slightly intoxicated state.


Mike and Rob were catching an early morning flight to Bangkok, Thailand to continue raging. Mike had graciously offered Josh and I to stay at his place while they were gone and we used the opportunity to recover and watch episodes of Suits, Modern Family, Dexter and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

After a few days of this, I started to get a little stir-crazy and decided to go do something.

I caught a ferry to Mui Wo on Lantau island and then took a bus to Ngong Ping plateau, home of the Po Lin monastery and the Giant Tian Tan Buddha.


The Buddha, measuring over 100ft tall, weighing 243 tons and forged in bronze is said to be the biggest of its kind in the world, even if it was completed in 1993.


After spending a few hours visiting the temples and the Buddha from close and afar, I headed back to Mid-Levels after having visited Man Mo temple, the oldest temple on the island of Hong Kong.


The following day, Mike an Rob had returned from Bangkok completely spent after their party marathon.

Our last night in Hong Kong was a quiet one, enjoying some barbecue brisket and other western fare, which we will probably not have again for quite some time.

Mike had been a phenomenal host: selfless, accommodating, generous and incredibly laid-back. Hong Kong and Macau would not have been as fun without him. My liver, however, is not as appreciative, hahahah!

The following day we were headed to Beijing on a 24-hour train ride. Our last taste of western civilization was fleeting, and I couldn't be more excited!

Hong Kong Part I: MTL in HK

Sept 8th-12th

Our 30-minute Qatar Airlines flight to Doha, Qatar, arrived without a hitch, save for watching young, spoiled Emerati brats annoy the helpful staff. We then narrowly made our connecting flight to Hong Kong, our gateway to the Far East.


After the eight-and-a-half hour flight we were greeted by the most peculiar sight: rain!

Rain is non-existent in the Middle East, even rarer in the summer months. After seeing dry desert for so long, rain accompanied by lush, tropical vegetation was utterly refreshing, both metaphorically and literally speaking.

Prior to our arrival, I had been corresponding with Mike, a good friend of a friend of mine, a pilot and fellow West Islander, who had agreed to host us for a few nights.

Mike had come to meet us at Hong Kong station as we exited the train arriving from the airport. We then took a cab back to his place in Mid-Levels, a residential area halfway up the slope of Victoria Peak.

Mid-Levels is just above SoHo, or South of Hollywood road, another district known for bars and restaurants and apparently the early-evening hangout of all of Hong Kong's expat community. We hadn't seen this many white people since being back in Canada.

After dinner and a drink in SoHo, we went back to Mike's place for some rooftop beers and cigars before Josh and I called it a night.

Like in Lebanon, our first order of business was securing a Visa for our next destination, mainland China. Although rumored to be notoriously difficult to obtain, we merely handed in out passports, took a picture and gave the agent the required fees. She said it would be ready in 3 business days. That was easy, a little too easy...

Josh and I then made our way to the peak tram, operational since 1888, bringing passengers up to the top of Victoria Peak.

The tram was quite packed and surprisingly steep, but somehow still managed to get us up to the top of Hong Kong's tallest mountain, at a height of 392m (1286ft).


From the peak, we went to the Sky Terrace and enjoyed the view of one of the most stunning skylines in the world. The innumerable skyscrapers, rolling green hills and the beautiful waters of Victoria harbour make this a view like no other.


We then did the circle walk, circling Victoria Peak, offering incredible vistas of various districts and islands around Hong kong.


That night Mike took us to Lan Kwai Fong (LKF), a district with more Asians than SoHo, but still a lot of expats for some shisha to rekindle memories of the Middle East. From there we went to Amazonias in Wan Chai: a seedy bar in a seedy area with an awesome Philippine cover-band and a bar full of Philippine prostitutes.

After a while of listening to the band and fighting off propositions from the prosties, we headed back to Mike's place.

Early that morning, Mike's friend Rob arrived to Hong Kong to stay and travel with Mike for 2 weeks. Coincidentally enough, I had actually met Rob in November of 2011 at the party of Jess, the friend who had put me in contact with Mike in the first place. Small world indeed!

To give more space to Rob; Josh and I moved to Chung King Mansions, across the harbour on the Kowloon peninsula, in the Tsim Sha Tsui (TST) district. Chung King Mansions has the distinction of being China's best representation of globalization, housing and employing people from over 100 countries. The complex also contains over 30 different budget accommodations. We chose the Taiwan Hotel for its cleanliness and positive reviews. As a bonus, Josh barely fit in the beds!


That evening we watched Symphony of Lights, a nightly laser-light show using all of Hong Kong's skyscrapers in an impressive and beautiful spectacle. We then met up with Mike and Rob for an amazing steak dinner and some partying in Wan Chai and LKF.


 The benefit to staying in Kowloon is that you get to take the Star Ferry all the time to reach Hong Kong island. The ferry is a ridiculously cheap ride, providing amazing views of both sides of the harbour.

Our next day started out with some delicious Dim Sum before heading to Mongkok to visit the ladies market where fake wallets, belts, t-shirts and Beats by Dr Dre headphones among other things are sold.


After a hearty dinner of a Big Mac Trio (only 3$ in HK), Mike and Rob met us at Kowloon station. From there we met up with Dan, another Montrealer living in Hong Kong, and went to the rooftop of the Ritz-Carleton, located at the 118th floor of the ICC, the fifth tallest building in the world. Take that Dubai!

After a drink or two, Dan had to split and the rest of us went to LKF to a club called Magnum. Despite the steep 300HK$ entrance (almost 40$ CAD), the music was great and eventually the place was packed.

After far too many drinks, my ability to make conscious, rational decisions was gone and I ignored Josh for no apparent reason when he was heading back to our hotel . I then looked for Mike and Rob who were also nowhere to be found.

I then left and stumbled my way towards the harbour. By this point it was already 5am and the ferries would be starting up again in less than an hour. I stupidly decided to lie down on an elevated sidewalk and set my alarm for when the ferries were set to start. Unfortunately I overslept my alarm and woke up on that same sidewalk during peak rush hour on a Wednesday morning.

Talk about embarrassing!

I do realize that my mother reads this and I know it's incredibly stupid and careless and I am not proud, but it happened so I am including it.

To quell my shame, the four of us had decided to go to a man-spa complete with 2 saunas, both a hot and cold jacuzzi and a 45-minute massage to nurse our hangovers.

After the rejuvenating powers of the man-spa, Mike took us to Hong Kong's favourite pass-time: horse racing. Introduced to Hong Kong by the British 165 years ago, it is Hong Kong's only legal form of gambling and the weekly goto spot for every Caucasian in the Special Administrative Region.


From there we headed to Wan Chai for some post-horse racing partying. I think I figured it out: Mike was trying to kill us!