It’s that time of the year again!

Well everybody back at home you know what time it is! Not a day after Thanksgiving is over , hell, not even a mere minute after that last polished turkey bone fell to the plate , and your brain nodded off into a tryptophan induced haze, it’s Christmas time! The radio stations scream it , the stores scream it , decorations pop out; it’s consumerism at its best!

Even though Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated in China , somehow they have the timing down. Not a day after Thanksgiving was over shopping malls , the metro, and assorted advertisements have proudly started trumpeting Christmas. Tis the season folks! Buy ,Buy ,Buy!

Now Christmas isn’t a traditionally celebrated Chinese holiday but people are starting to get more and more into the spirit. A few of my students last year said they had Christmas trees and many of them were given presents at home. This year my kindergarten will be having a Friday the 23rd pre-Christmas Christmas party. Woo hooo I don’t have to work this Christmas and payday falls on the 26th. Ohh yeeaa best Christmas ever! Although last year’s Christmas drunken KTV (karaoke) affair was pretty fun and definitely different.

I am proud to report that this year I even have a Christmas tree! That’s right ladies and gentlemen , this year is my first Chinese Christmas tree! It makes things feel a little more like home.

I was in the French supermarket , Carrefour, doing some trivial household item shopping and upon my arrival on the 3rd floor , I was greeted by a ton of fresh, fake, plastic trees! Christmas has come to Carrefour! They have several different models ranging from 88RMb up to 350RMB.  I came home the proud owner of a new ,slightly over 5ft tall, 128RMB (just under $20) plastic impersonation of a pine tree. ( It had to be returned the next day because two of the pieces didn’t match and we couldn’t fit it together , but the tree we got in exchange was a-ok!).

Along with all the trees are Christmas “rice” lights , tinsel , ornaments , tree toppers, wrapping paper, stockings , and cards. The lights aren’t the elongated bulbs familiar to me but instead are short squat “rice” ( as it says on the box “rice” lights. It appears that the lights were wrapped up and stuffed into small boxes or clear containers and taped shut by the stores themselves. Some of the boxes labeled colored lights were indeed not actually colored lights. So be careful out there!

This was the first tree I’ve set-up without Mum & Dad and the first tree for my Jewish roommate, also to top it off the ornaments we bought at Carrefour were so cheap that a few bulbs fell off from merely being looked at the wrong way but you know what? It’s still pretty awesome. Cheers to keeping traditions alive.

If you are in the market for wholesale Christmas enjoyment that perhaps you can visit the Christmas market town of Yiwu. A mere 2.5 hours by train from Shanghai and 15 hours by plane from the USA , it could be a cool place to check out , if ya know, you happen to be in the wholesale Christmas market.

One last thing people , if you get annoyed by the constant attack of Christmas upon all the senses just be glad you don’t have to work at a Shanghai McDonalds. Last year they had Jingle Bell Rock on repeat at the Mickie Dees outside of Changshou Lu Metro station. Yes , a single song on constant repeat , for over a month , at a store that is open 24 hours a day!!!! If that’s not enough to cause a holiday sucide I’m not sure what would do it.

CNNGO Yiwu Link

http://www.cnngo.com/shanghai/life/yiwu-china-massive-xmas-market-616211

 

Hot Springs!

I really like the perks of working at an international kindergarten. Tuition fees are pretty high so the administrators can afford to keep the teachers happy with gifts sometimes.

Last weekend I got an all expenses paid trip to a hot spring resort nearby Tianmu Lake. I’ve never been to hot springs before , let alone a hot spring resort and wow it was awesome. I can’t believe I’ve gone some 23 years without this experience. Needless to say , it will be a reoccurring thing.

A three-hour bus ride took us to the springs. I went with all the staff and teachers of my kindergarten. It could have been awkward since I’m the only foreign teacher as well as the only male teacher but things turned out great.

I had to earn my keep and after falling asleep on the 7:30am departing bus ( arghh Saturday 6:15 wake-ups!!) , I was woken up to entertain by speaking in Chinese to the bus full of coworkers , sing a song in Chinese , and finally to say naughty things in Shanghainese that I didn’t understand but reduced everyone to insane fits of laughter on the bus. Such is the life of a foreigner in China , good for a laugh.

If you ever find yourself nearby the city of Changzhou in Jiangsu Province or need an escape from the hectic city life of Shanghai go to the Tianmu Lake Yushui Hot Spring Holiday Resort. The resort has a villa area , hotel , shopping , sports , hot springs , swimming pool , and massage therapy centers. No need to leave the resort. Damn! We just made our way into the hot springs area. Upon entry you receive a waterproof wristband which activates your locker and can record any additional charges you may receive , too annoying to carry paper money around in a bathing suit. After this make your way to the changing rooms , grab a towel and bathrobe , and then find those hot springs!

The springs themselves are set within a relaxing environment of stone paths , lush bamboo forests , with a stream , and a view of the verdant Southern mountains. Over 50 individual pools are available so there should be plenty for everyone. Not every pool is the same though with a wide variety ranging from  ginger infused waters , small romantic pools , huge pools for a ton of people , pools with small wooden cups with handles so you can pour water on yourself , and my favorite pool of all, the kissing fish pool!

As soon as I found it I had to do it. I’d always heard about these things but had never gotten to experience it. You sit in the hot spring pool and there are hundreds of little “Turkish kissing fish” that swarm around the pool. They are attracted to the dead skin cells on the body and after sitting down and relaxing (movement will scare them away) the fish will gather around and start nipping the dead cells off. They mainly buzz around the feet but a few adventurous ones will make their way up your legs , go for the chest , and arms. It is a bit unsettling at first seeing all these fish ( think piranhas!) and feeling the number of nibbles increase as the cloud of fish around you gets larger, darker, and you lose sight of your feet in the school of fish. Once you get used to it the feeling is quite nice and if you want a little break just move your legs around a bit and the fish scatter.

Sit in one pool for a little while , get up and enjoy the sensation of the cool mountain airs hitting your wrinkly flesh , and then grab a cup from the complimentary tea stands set up around the area . One stand had orange peel tea , another had pomelo honey tea . Ohh yeeaa.

Being in only foreigner there you will most likely strike up a few conversations (if you can speak Chinese) and will certainly draw some attention , but it’s all fun. That day the springs were loaded with Shanghainese kicking back and relaxing. It seemed that everyone I overheard was speaking the Shanghai dialect.

If you tire of soaking in the springs then you can wander over to the saunas , get a message , chinese hot cup treatment , acupuncture , they have it all set up!

Most of all just relax and enjoy the bikini eye candy alongside with the bulging stomachs of the fat, middle-aged , salarymen!

This resort is located very close to Tianmu Lake , and settled along the NanShan (Southern Mountain) range. A weekend could easily be spent boating in the lake , hiking the mountains , and then relaxing in the springs. I didn’t get to see these attractions this time but they give me further reason for a return trip in the future!

Here is a link I found detailing the 10 best hot springs for winter time (Yishui is #2!)

http://www.onlinechinatours.com/news/top-ten-hot-spring.html

 

 

November Graffiti

The weather is still nice out (20C) and im enjoying the tail-end of fall with the last enjoyable bike rides of the season. Fortunately for me my house is very close to the awesome Moganshan Road M50 Art District. I snapped some photos of some prime new legal graffiti on the Moganshan wall and stumbled upon some nearby not so legal ones on Guangfu Rd. Enjoy while you still can. The M5o graffiti wall is supposed to be torn down by the end of the year for development. Bleh!

Old & New

Shanghai is a city in the throes of rapid destruction, rebirth , and change. Show someone the city from 20 years ago and the city of today and its virtually unrecognizable. Skyscrapers pop-up , new metro lines spread under the ground like earthworms digging, the old is demolished , and the new sprouts up. The pace of change here is incredible. The subway line I take to work was put in 6 months before I moved here and now a new line is being constructed even closer to my house. I can’t even imagine the city in 10 more years.

I was just doing some bike riding along the Suzhou Creek on Guangfu road (光复路) and took a couple of photos I thought really illustrated the old and new of SH. Another great place to witness this is in Old Town. Where you see the old style Shanghai with the new style Pudong skyline soaring overhead. I would have photos but my camera died yesterday.

Unfortunately I have problems with posting single photos on here but check out the gallery!

Red Light Revolution

Last night I went over to Kento’s Live House , a really nice venue nearby my house, to go check out a screening of Australian director,Sam Voutas’, Red Light Revolution. (Mandarin audio with English subtitles)

The movie is a hilarious take on an out of luck former Beijing cab-driver trying to open a sex shop to make some cash. His wife has just left him for another guy , he has lost his house , his cab was re-possessed , and he is penniless.  He bumps into a former schoolmate of his who made some cash off peddling sex toys and this leads to a meeting with a crazy Japanese investor. He along with his new-found female friend open a shop in the middle of a conservative hutong neighborhood. Hijinks ensue as the neighborhood comes out at night to visit the store. I don’t want to give anymore anyway.

Red Light Revolutions had me laughing pretty much the entire way through (except for some serious parts where you aren’t supposed to). Everything from the witty banter between the characters , to the gentle making fun of Chinese social issues (one scene dealt with bureaucracy and the characters had to fill out a form to gain access to the form for a business license), to the slapstick with the toys (c’mon it’s too hard not to!) , to the characters themselves (The Community Patrol Leader , and geeky Virgin Chen are my favorites) , are all spot on.

Even though the film was directed by a foreigner it doesn’t feel like it and offers a glimpse into Beijing life. The directors and producers are both long time residents of Beijing and worked closely with the Chinese cast and crew to ensure an authentic experience.

The director , producer , and the main female star were on hand to host a Q&A after the film and they gave us some great insight into the filming process. They worked closely with the actors and crew to make an authentic dialogue. Obviously Chinese isn’t the directors native language (although he can speak it quite well) so he gave the actors reign to make a more natural script ,  and also the film crew would sometimes stop and say ” no. no, not that way , try it like this instead”.

They also provided interesting insights into the process of marketing and releasing the movie. They had tried for over two years to gain access to movie theaters in China but were rejected by the government censors. They(censors) just didn’t understand the point of the movie . They were flat-out told that this wasn’t a comedy and why is the movie being held in a sex shop , maybe they could perhaps host it in a tea shop? The government rejection leading to the small film screenings and the movie doing the foreign indie film rounds (Where they have won quite a few awards). The movie should be available for purchase on DVD and maybe iTunes after January.

If you are in Shanghai there is still time to catch two other movie screenings , Friday Nov. 11 & Sunday Nov. 13. Check out this link for more details  http://www.timeoutshanghai.com/event/Film-Film_Screenings/4706/Red-Light-Revolution-screening-weekend.html .

Here is a link for the trailer

www.traileraddict.com/trailer/redlightrevolution/trailer

As an extra bonus the first 50 to 100 people will receive (received in my case) a free giftbag with some sexy lotion and a fun little toy. Enjoy!

Luang Prabang

Let’s cut to the chase , Luang Prabang is amazing. Everything about the town comes together perfectly. From the old wooden Lao traditional structures to the colonial mansions , the French food influences to the Lao style sticky rice and fish, the Laotian culture to the influx of foreign cultures all around the world. Hell , the entire town is classified as a UNESCO world heritage zone. I did not want to leave.

Hard to believe that this sleepy village was once the capital of the first Lao kingdom and more recently the seat of the once ruling Kingdom of Laos.  However, after the communist takeover in 1975 it lost this title. Now it’s all about tourism, tourism and Buddhism. Guesthouses , travel agencies, restaurants , and cafes all cram the streets. In between all those are many little Buddhist Wats , or temples. There are a huge number of practicing monks living and studying in the temples. Walking around on the streets it’s a common sight to see 4 or 5 orange robed monks walking amongst the hippie-type travelers dressed in similarly odd fashions. Bright colors, fisherman pants, beads , jewelery, and a smattering of dreadlocks are everywhere. There are even a good amount of foreign travelers who have settled down in Luang Prabang and now operate their own guesthouses and restaurants. Close work with UNESCO and keeping out large corporations have done this place well. Pretty much every store is locally owned and operated, there are no corporate hotels, no McDonald’s , and no resort developments.

Luang Prabang , like Laos , is all about taking it easy. No fast pace of life , no jammed packed subways , no rush hour, and no stress. The electric system will suffer brown-outs from time to time and when this occurs joyful shouts ring and then candles are lit. A further testament to the chillness of the people is that one time the little family run convenient shop had the little 5-year-old girl cash me out on a beer while her mother was gone. Another time the mother calmly stopped breast-feeding her baby , slowly covered herself , and helped me!  Looking for something to do? Grab a big bottle of ice-cold Beer Lao and watch the Mekong River flow by. Grab a cup of coffee and watch a film screening in a little cafe. Peruse the used bookstore for books left behind by fellow travels. In short , RELAX!

Physically Luang Prabang is located in between the mighty Mekong River , and the slightly less magnificent Nam Khan while spiritually it’s located somewhere on the way to nirvana. There are 4 main roads , count them , yes 1,2,3,4 main roads , on the little peninsula between the rivers. Outside the town proper are opportunities for hiking , kayaking , swimming in waterfalls , and cave exploring. The main water attractions are the Kuang Si Falls , a multi-level waterfall with natural pools for swimming , the amazing Tad Sae waterfalls also with swimming, a rope swing, and elephant rides!, and just taking a boat down the rivers. I went to the Tad Sae waterfalls , hiked in the surrounding jungle , swam in the pools afterwards to cool off , and then relaxed with a big bottle of Beer Lao. Oh yea and this waterfall is accessible by boat! So we had to take a low-lying long fisherman style boat just to get there! Other natural options include hikes/treks to neighboring traditional Lao villages ,and the Pak Ou caves. The main non-natural sights include the various Wats(Buddhist temples) ,the Royal Palace museum , the Wat Xieng temple , and don’t forget to climb the main hill in town to check out the temple and more importantly the view from the top.

The night market is also an integral part of the experience. Before sundown part of the main road in town gets shut down to traffic (which there isn’t much of anyways) and vendors slowly start to set up for night. Foldable tent like structures are pitched, blankets are set on the road, and all the goodies come out! Vendors sell all sorts of handmade arts and crafts, t-shirts , jewelery , local coffee , local clothing , Lao firewater(conveniently named Lao-Lao so you won’t forget the name after no matter how many shots) , medicinal liquors with bottled reptiles inside , and all sorts of other things. Unlike other parts of Asia where the vendors can be loud , obnoxious , pushy , prone to rip foreigners off , and overall not pleasant , the Lao chilled out mindset prevails and one of the most pleasant street bartering experiences around. I got to try several shots of the snake whiskey before I bought it , people helped out with t-shirt sizes ,and everything was conducted with a smile! It’s amazing the amount of space that the market takes up. There are just tents after tents after tents all lit by single hanging incandescent bulbs and in the middle of it all – food!

Finally on to the food! All types of food can purchased here . There are Indian restaurants , pizzas , Swiss fondue , Chinese , traditional Laos food , pretty much everything you could want. Due to French colonization you can find amazing fresh-baked loaves of bread , and there are street stands with griddles that pump out crepes like you wouldn’t believe. In between all that eating enjoy French coffee , local coffee , bottles of Beer Lao (which you can walk around with in the street due to the whole no open container laws thing) , and fruit shakes. There are also tons of stands that have plastic cups with different combinations  of fruit sitting out. Choose between mangos , apple with lemon , dragonfruit with papaya , banana , and more. Then watch as they take the cup , pop the contents in the blender , add some ice , and WRHRHRHRH your smoothie is ready!

I did find some really cool restaurants/bars/lounges that I loved but mostly my food came from the local market. Off the main road (in the middle of the night market if the time is right) is an alley with the local foods. Walk down the narrow alley and observe the tables entirely covered with giant bowls of goodies , choose hunks of meat and entire fish on sticks and watch as they are grilled to perfection right in front of you. Pop down onto the crowded soup table and eat a 10,000 Kip ($1.80) bowl of steaming noodles with veggies elbow to elbow with travelers and locals alike. Season that soup with fish sauce , squeeze fresh lime for that extra zing , pop in fresh chilies for that extra kick , add crisp crunchy beans, oh my god the food is good. Come back later and pay another 10,000 Kip for a plate that you can load as much food as humanly possible onto and then get a fresh bag of sliced pineapple chunks and mango for dessert. I’m seriously making myself a little depressed, my mouth is watering ahhhh!

My favorite nicer sit down restaurants/bars I went to where Dyen Sabai and Utopia. It’s fun to reach Dyen Sabai. In the summer when the Nam Khan is running high you may notice a guy standing next to the store handing out flyers on Kingkitsarath Rd. He will take you in his boat across to the other side for free. From here you have to walk up a staircase carved from dirt. It was rainy when I was there so that dirt path became a pure mud slide mess. Very fun for coming down in the dark after a few tall brews. This beautiful restaurant has many different areas for eating. There are several larger open air thatched roof structures and a few smaller ones that more secluded for some more intimate moments. The eating areas have very low tables and one sits cross-legged on scatter cushions , there are even mats so you can lay down , prop your head up , and enjoy the food while looking out at the muddy river. The owner is a very friendly French woman who speaks excellent English as well as Lao!  Like pretty much everywhere in Laos you must take your shoes off before entering and pop a pair of their plastic slippers. If you go you must eat the eggplant dip with sticky rice!

Utopia is another fantastic place. It is also located by the water and also is fun to reach. You must follow many signs down several long and winding alleyways trying to find it. The inside is also similarly adorned with cushions and low tables. However, this place features a huge hut with a large projector screen and a HD projector! One night they played the movie Baraka , which is an amazing video showing various scenes around Asia , cities , landscapes, and rituals. The movie has no dialogue and is stunningly beautiful. Often it goes in slow motion , or quick time-lapse , which provides some surreal views of the rush of cities, the mourning of death in India , etc. Go check this movie out! They also had a huge folder full of random YouTube videos that would play at random. Watch a 5 minute skateboard clip , followed by some Parkour , followed by little children getting attacked by house cats. This made for some hilarity after drinking. This place also has a fully decked outdoor sand volleyball court , and there was an intense game going on while I watched. Bars in Luang Prabang promptly finish taking orders at 11pm and are fully shut down by 11:30. The owners of Utopia said the police are pretty strict on this and come around to check some nights. This makes for a funny scene at night when everyone is trying to leave and find their shoes ,which are left by the door , all at the same time.

If you find yourself still trying to party the only place still open late at night is oddly enough the local bowling alley. It’s a short tuk-tuk ride from town and a bit weird but you can keep going there! I myself was sound asleep midnight or before everyday. If you can wake up at the crack of down it’s well worth it to watch the monks walk through town asking for the daily alms of food from the villagers.

Another great thing about this place is all the cool people and friends you can meet. I ended up spending some time with South African musicians , a middle-aged South Korean artist, as well as a British girl who lived in Singapore traveling with her Danish ( I think it was , I really need to write these posts right after the fact) boyfriend. One of my favorite experiences was hanging out with Mr.Kim by the river drinking brew and then ending up lost wandering around at night trying to find our guesthouse and hoping that it wouldn’t be locked (some places shut their gates at midnight). We ended up going through an alley and meeting a group of Lao guys eating a late meal. They invited us to sit down try some food and drink . This is where I ended up eating some spicy dog. Yum dog meat is good. Don’t knock it if ya haven’t tried it. We all tried to communicate in a broken down version of pidgin English utilizing hand motions. The whole group burst out laughing when they called Mr.Kim , Kim Jong-Il. Hahahaha.

Other good times involved talking politics with the South Africans and watching as some drunk French made buffoons of themselves. Which reminds me , due to previous French imperialist efforts , there are many signs that have French underneath the Lao script, many businesses boast of French-speaking capabilities , and there was a bounty of French vacationers everywhere! I love knowing Spanish but I swear it seems like I hear French more than any other language when I travel.

When it finally comes time to go there are a variety of options. Buses leave to go to Thailand , Vietnam , Cambodia , you can take a boat downriver , buses to the capital ,Vientiane, and there is an airport in Luang Prabang as well . I love having the option of being able to choose between several different countries. Next stop for me however was a 6 hour windy road trip to the party town of Vang Vieng.

Observations from the Real Ride to Luang Prabang

So the bus ride from Kunming, China down to Luang Prabang , Laos didn’t have any improvised mines , rebel attacks, malarial outbreaks, or even monkeys flinging poo. Merely a small child with a plastic automatic rifle that shoots out pure annoyance and irritation instead of bullets. But hey it was alright , I made it!

A couple of observations on the way down:

China has an excellent road (G213) paved from Kunming down to the border, once you cross the border the road loses the fancy G2 and is merely called 13. Along with the prefix the road also loses quality and gains potholes (craters), dirt, and mud. The roads also now are very windy and the bus is constantly turning on its way through the mountains. Dense , lush , and verdant foliage also now surrounds the roads. It’s a bumpy ride.

After we crossed into the tropical district of Xishuangbanna , China, which borders Laos, at every parking lot/rest stop we stopped at you can count on money changers being there. They will come up onto the bus and in chinese say “huan qian” (换钱)followed by a “change money” in English. While it may seem shady to do trade with these random strangers and their thick wads of (kip) Laotian currency and calculators , I recommend it. The rates they offered were very close to the official rate encountered on the internet and much to much better than any rate I encountered while actually in Laos. I figured I would get a better rate in Laos so I only exchanged a little bit . Next time I know what to do. The rates are so close its hard to figure how these traders even make money. I wish I would have made a note of it but the profit margin for them was tiny.Now be smart and make sure you know the rate and make sure the math is correct and inspect and count the bills but don’t be afraid of this transaction.

1RMB = 1,257 Kip , $1USD = 7,980 Kip. This was the first time I’ve been a millionaire! The largest Lao note is the 50,000 Kip bill , so its only worth about $7USD. I thought having the 100RMB ($15) note in China was bad enough. So if you are changing lots of money be prepared to have a fat wad of notes.

At one stop a gambler came up to the bus with three small round covers and a coin. The coin was placed under one of the covers and they were all scrambled around. Two people gamble and try to find the coin. One of the Chinese guys on the bus pulled out a stack of 100RMB notes and ended up winning a couple hundred. High-roller!

As you go further south down into Xishuangbanna, signs in towns and on roads start having Laos script written underneath the Chinese. In stores there are more and more Laotian groceries and in the cooler next to the Dali beer Beer Lao starts making appearances as well!

The further down south the more palm trees. The more palm trees the more appearance of a laid-back calm environment.

Once you make it to the border you have to get on and off the bus a maddening number of times. First to go through Chinese customs and get your exit stamps then on the bus for 30 seconds , then off again ( I don’t even remember why) , then on and off again to pass through Laos customs and get your Laos visa.

At the Laotian customs there is a large book full of prices for visas on arrival. Every nationality has a different price. There are also different prices marked for different currencies. Americans are supposed to pay ~$35 USD but I had only Chinese RMB and after I did the conversion I had ended up paying $50 USD.

Bring two small photos with you to the border , fill out a small application , hand over the application with photos, cash ,  and passport, two minutes later receive your passport with a new visa stuck in it! Walk ahead and get your passport stamped and then its back on the bus.

The Lao Visa is a very cool and psychedelic with purple and pink hues , with a trippy silver holograph seal.

The Chinese customs looks all hi-tech and futuristic and bids goodbye  , while in Laos a big old-looking golden temple is the first thing that says hello.

After crossing the border the toilets in rest stops are more expensive to use  , 2 RMB versus 1 RMB (but in Kip).  I had to pay 2,500 Kip to piss. Hahahahahaha two thousand five hundred to pee.

New varieties of snack foods , (lays squid potato chips) , more variety of energy drinks. Lots of dried fruits. A snack station making sandwhichs out of loaves of bread. First real sandwhiches I’ve seen in Asia. Thanks French influence!

Finally , after 28 hours , my bus finally pulled into Luang Prabang. This was the first semblance of any large center of civilization. Up until now we had only passed through a few small villages and encountered little huts on the side of the road. Wow, it felt great to be done with the bus! I hopped off the bus and onto a Tuk-Tuk and it was off to the center of town to try and find a guesthouse……

Anatomy of a Pirate DVD

Ah the ubiquitous DVD store. There are a multitude of DVD shops serving up pretty much everything. Oh yea and at awesome prices! Buying DVDs was too cost prohibitive in the states for me but here in Shanghai pirates produce very high quality discs and packaging with all sorts of subtitles for rock bottom prices. Every English release has Chinese along with English subtitles that can be chosen and other movies will have some European language subtitles. Sometimes (but not that often) I’ve found DVDs with 20 different language tracks. I remember seeing Finnish , Russian , Swedish, Portuguese, Thai , Japanese , Polish ,  and others I can’t think of now. Depending on the store, prices on the pirate discs range from $1 to $3 USD. Back in the U.S, if Hollywood wasn’t charging $15-25 USD for DVDs I’d be more inclined to buy. Gimme like $7 and I think that’s alright. Having the actual disc, case,and packing is nice and with new releases are often released on disc while the movie is still in theaters and not officially released in the US. I like being able to have the tangible, physical , goods in hand and is a reason I buy DVDs here.  The high prices and ease of acquiring movies through the interwebz just prevents me from buying them back home.

Several different styles of stores are available. The cheapest option available are the mobile DVD units. Various entrepreneurs have loaded up carts with bicycles attached and set up in high foot traffic areas , such as metro stations and shopping centers in the evenings. If the local security or police want to try to do a little shakedown about business permits then the vendor can hop right on the bike and whisk the entire store away.These carts are stocked with many Chinese movies/tv series , and a small selection of new English language releases. DVDs are in the range of 5-7 RMB.

The next step up is the small local DVD store. These places have fixed locations and times and slighty higher prices due to the overhead cost of rent.Every neighborhood has one (or more) The bigger space also allows for a greater variety of movies/shows. They usually have many Chinese releases , the new English releases , a good selection of current TV series & documentaries, and usually a small selection of Spanish/German/French/Russian/ etc. films. Sometimes collections are also put together. Want the entire 007 collection in one dvd flip case in one giant box? The entire Jim Jarmusch movie collection in one? While every neighborhood has these,you can find some that are better than others. Some have pretty impressive collections of movies and constantly surprise me with the obscure/indie/old movie selections. Prices can be from 7-10 RMB a disc.

Finally we have the huge specialty DVD shops. These stores can be really big and have huge stocks of Chinese/Japanese/Korean movies/ shows. Large European language selections and giant English sections. All major releases and a massive selection of older movies are there. The place I occasionally visit even has a music CD selection. These places usually have nicer cases (plastic DVD box instead of cardboard slip) and therefore can be more expensive . The place I visit is 15RMB for one disc but that still is only ~$2.50 USD.

Now onto the actual discs and packaging themselves. These aren’t your friends burned movie and gave it you kinda thing. Disc menus, regular subtitles, title screens, bonus features , scene selections , and even sometimes the USA anti-piracy warning screens are all there. I’ve had an occasional disc that had bonus features on the title menu but they weren’t selectable. Pirates do a great job , the packages , discs, subtitle options are usually pretty awesome. It’s pretty rare but I occasionally have a dud disc or the packaging will claim a certain subtitle is available when in fact it is most certainly not. Again , It’s pretty rare. The pirates know there is money to be made off of DVDs and they provide high quality goods. The English subtitles are spot-on , the Spanish subtitles are right from what I can tell ( I can read Spanish pretty well) , and the Chinese subtitles are usually pretty good. I can read some Chinese and it makes sense for the most part but I have been informed sometimes there is a bit of trouble with the translations.

The packaging usually consists of an outer plastic slip-cover for protection and then an inner cardboard slip with a front and back cover. On the inside is a bonus DVD box sized movie poster and then on the inside of that is a cardboard pouch for the DVD with information on the director , country , subtitles , and languages available. Finally the DVD has a thin plastic slip that fits on the DVD for a final level of protection. The more expensive ones have the plastic dvd case with an interior cardboard sleeve and the final plastic slip protection.

Living in Shanghai has introduced me to lots of movies I’ve never seen before and let me build up a nice little collection. Now that it’s November and we can feel the winter slowly creeping in and getting ready to pounce, I’m more appreciative of these stores. The biting, humid cold makes outdoor play a little less appealing and cozy movie watching evenings are in. In until the spring pops in and the bikes get ready to go again.

 

Wusongkou Paotaiwan Wetland Park

Yes , yes , I know , sorry for the disjointed posts lately. The summer of travels is being intersected by weekend trips. Sorry no more on Laos yet but today I’m featuring an awesome little get-a-way way off in the outskirts of Shanghai.

If the weather is nice and you are itching to get out of the city center consider a trip to Wusongkou Paotaiwan Wetland Park (吴淞口炮台湾湿地公园). This park is way out in the boonies , Baoshan District, and is well worth the trip. One can take Metro Line 3 waayy up north to almost the last stop , ShuiChan Lu (水产路), and a hop a quick taxi ride, walk a bit, or figure out which bus to take. If you can read Chinese the name of this street gives a little clue about the locale. ShuiChan literally means water production. This park is located by the confluence of the mighty Yangzte and Huangpu rivers , nearby to the Pacific Ocean.

The park has great views out over the water and one can even see nearby Chongming Island from the coast. It’s hard to forget you are in the city in Shanghai and the park is no exception. Sitting out in the waters are many derelict barges , fishing ships, cargo boats, etc but it doesn’t ruin the scene. A very cool looking ferry terminal is also viewable from the park , it sits like some alien amphibious landing vessel.

The park has migratory waterfowl , a nearly 2km long coastal walk , boat rentals for paddling through the marshes , open green spaces for picnics and setting up tents, bike rentals, winding tree-lined paths, and cannons. Yes, cannons! Due to the strategic location ( entrance to two major rivers from the ocean) fortifications have been around since the Ming Dynasty. The park name means Wusong River(another name for the Huangpu river) mouth fort bay wetlands park. A central area features some WWII age batteries and some even earlier cannons. This area may be of interest for WWII buffs because several battles for the liberation of Shanghai from the Japanese were fought here.

There are also people but it doesn’t get as crowded as other Shanghai locations due to the distance away from the center. On a gorgeous October Sunday there weren’t enough people to detract from my enjoyment of the park.

Now I did say the metro is probably the most convenient way to get there besides a personal car but on a gorgeous fall day that’s just not for me. We tinkered a little bit with google maps and plotted out a bike ride there! It’s about 30 km (each way!) and took about 2 , 2.5 hours each way. I could make it faster but we were taking it slow and enjoying the way and also got a little bit lost. If you use google maps beware as it seemed like the road we needed intersected with the road we were taking when it fact it was a bridge over the road. A bit confusing but we eventually found our way there.

I like nothing more than exploring via bicycle and pedaling my way through the city really helps me get a sense of place , a feel for the way, and is all around pleasurable. Especially when the sun warms bare skin and the cool breeze blows through and keeps the sweat level down.

Keep it real y’all. I’ll leave everyone with some pics!

 

Ambushed in the Jungle

At 6am, the sound of rapid burst machine gun fire ripped through the air followed by incomprehensible primal screams coming from the dense thicket and echoing down the river valley.

The transport vehicle flew down the pitted, rocky, dirt road. Running as if it were really possible to leave this nightmare behind. The pistons roared under the hood as the vehicle lurched up and down through another crater like pit, in the road. Heads slammed into the ceiling and then people lay inert in their seats , too weary to even moan. The energy to moan was lost 15 hours ago in this nightmare ride.

The night was quiet and gave a false sense of security, but as soon as the sky turned from black to mottled hues of blue, it started again. It was as if the sun itself brought bright red tracer bullets along with the bright tropical sun rays.

“We’ll make it , We’ll make it”. “Only 12 more hours to go”.

These thoughts echoed in his mind over and over. A broken record with the claw marks from the devil himself, repeating for all eternity.

“What did I ever do to deserve this?” .”I’ve been good to God , Allah , Buddha, Yewah, Shiva , all of them!” . “Maybe the animists had it right?  If I live , I’ll hunt bad the biggest and the baddest of all the tigers and sacrifice him.”

More blood to appease the blood lust. The jungle already stained crimson with men, women, and children.

The head in front of him exploded. Little globules of strawberry jam sprayed forward, creating abstract modern art on the seat ahead. Bits of cranial matter burst forward at 500 miles per hour and embedded themselves neatly in the upholstery. Like a sick version of connect the dots he saw himself creating images of rabbits frolicking in a forest in his mind. Years of this shit had numbed the senses. Reducing a man’s death to a normal occurrence. Equating bits of brain and blood to an everyday event , like the alarm clock going off, like the sound of eggs sizzling in the pan.

“Dear God, war is hell, or Dear Lucifer, war is heaven?”

It was hard to tell anymore. The mind was so scrambled.

Brakes smoking , screeching noises emanating from deep within the speeding death trap, the casket desperately tried to cut speed. The 180 degree twist that suddenly popped up in the mountainous jungle road loomed ahead like the Grim Reaper clutching his scythe. The end seemed inevitable , maybe then they would have some time to rest. But somehow , miraculously even, the transport made it with seemingly every bolt and screw protesting the indignities they were being inflicted with.

“I wish it would have just careened off the path, I’m tired of all this”.

Like a massive joke , one danger was passed and another lay ahead. However, he wasn’t laughing at the tiny ,malnourished, children soldiers , who were brandishing massive machetes , AK-47s, and grenades. Children, who instead of holding stuffed animals and play fighting with sticks, were swimming in huge, tattered ,mildew green uniforms, and were trying to ruthlessly kill all of those aboard. The children leaped at the vehicle. He punched one , two children in the face. He slammed the butt of his assault rifle into the solar plexus of another. The youths were weak but then again so were the badly beaten soldiers.

The young warriors were getting grips on the shattered window frames. Blood was gushing from fresh wounds as they attempted to pull themselves over shattered stubs of glass into the vehicle. It was seeming hopeless but somehow the unscathed driver was still going. The driver slammed the bus into another 180 degree turn on the twisty mountain road and many of the kids lost their grips on the vehicle and plummeted thousands of feet down. The bus kept going.

He couldn’t really believe it when they finally pulled into the ruins of the village. He couldn’t really be happy about it, seeing as how it was just a demolished , burnt down, bombed to shreds village,  just one of hundreds of similarly destroyed towns. But they could finally get out of the vehicle. The remaining men piled out of their moving home and down onto land, most barely able to keep on two feet. More corpses stayed aboard than men came out. But they had arrived , they were “home”.

 

Yikes! , sorry everyone for that morose little entry. That didn’t really happen to me on the 28 hour bus ride from Kunming to Luang Prabang but it was inspired by the ride.

To all those Mothers , please please please do not give your 3-year-old child a plastic toy gun that lights up and emits a loud burst of automatic machine gun noise followed by a man yelling “FIRE FIRE!!” which then letting off a few more bursts of gun fire , with EVERY pull of the trigger. If you want to drive yourself insane then please equip your child with this “toy” at your own convenience in the safety of your own home. Not on a packed public bus on an overnight 28 hour journey.

If common sense has failed to stop you from giving your child this toy in public then at least please f***ing take it away from your child (monster) when he repeatedly pulls the trigger over and over and over again starting at 5:30 in the morning. 5:30am after already being on said bus for more than twelve hours and not being able to sleep due to constant bumps and turns on the shitty Laotian roads. The abuse didn’t let up until 3 hours later when they got off the bus.

During the entire cacophony of gunfire , I got the inspiration to try my hand at penning a little war story after I got back. This quickly assembled little dittyba was the result.