Xiyangshan

I’d heard that the tram line had been extended from the Suzhou Amusement Park to within a kilometre of Taihu and so I decided today that I would check it out.

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When I left home the clouds were abundant and so I wore clothes to suit, however after about two hours they cleared and the sun began to bite a little. It wasn’t too hot but the sun was strong.

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It was a bit of an adventure because I had no idea where I would end up and I do like to explore. The tram is very good and I noticed that the driver seems to use gestures throughout the journey, but not the kind of gestures that I would use when driving. Mind you they were two finger gestures, but more the kind you would see if a priest was blessing someone rather than to tell someone you didn’t quite agree with what they had done or said. Before moving from the station he would use his right hand and point up to the left and then move his hand horizontally and then back again and the train would move. Sometimes he swept his hand above the main screen on the dash; mind you maybe he was just playing some kind of game to relieve the monotony of the job or maybe its witchcraft. On the way the tram’s bell would ring very loudly when we were going around a tight bend at an intersection and after a wee while I was getting ready to stick them somewhere. There’s always noise in China, you can’t just sit back and enjoy the view and relax in the bus or the tram for that matter. There is always a safety message or a notification of a destination and it seems continuous but I guess if this is what you have grown up with you are none the wiser.

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We passed many places of interest and so over the coming weeks I shall do some more exploring of this area which is a good thing because I have been rather bored lately and so this will at least wet my appetite for a while. I’ll be out this way again on Sunday because I’m going for a walk with some of the students that I teach; they have invited me out for a hike at Lingyenshan.

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At the terminus I emerged into a semi rural area, there was an old lady with a two seat electric taxi asking if I wanted a lift into town and I politely refused, maybe next time I said. I turned right and headed for the lake Taihu, which was less than 1 km from the shiny new train station. There was a small harbour, filthy and full of different boats. Some were house boats and others looked like small runabouts, but not anything that looked like a large fishing boat. The water was a lovely green colour and there were many old folk scooping up this green ooze, possibly algae and pouring it into buckets, not sure what they will use this for, but it was good to see them try to clean the lake a little. By this time the sun was beginning to bite and I wished that I had me bigger hat and long troos on. There didn’t seem anywhere else near here worth looking at, unless you were driving of course because I think it would be a lovely scenic relaxing drive as there was very little traffic. At the bus stop I looked to see where the bus was going to and it was due in 10 mins and so it seemed to go around the small peninsula and return to a point no more than 1 km from my current position, so on I went.

It was nice to sit on the bus as we drove around the lake, the driver even switched off the running commentary for the safety info, I like this driver. It looks like a great place to cycle, the roads are quiet and there is a dedicated bike path following the lake. I would live in a place like this if I could have a normal life in China and what I mean by that is; having my own house and car and the money to do so. There are so many places to live to make life more enjoyable but in my current situation this is just not possible to attain.

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We arrived back in civilisation at the bus station. We have arrived at the Suzhou Embroidery Town, which I had been too many moons ago but had no ideas where it was exactly. I didn’t explore the town because it was getting a little late in the afternoon and it was time to head home but I will come back here again now that I know where it is.

The journey home was not bad. It took about 2 hours to get back and when I got back I was absolutely knackered. After some food and an hour of mindless TV I retired for the evening, my body feeling that I had run a marathon.

As I write this on the computer I am also trying to access some information from my Google drive on line and it looks like the Chinese firewall is being beefed up this week due to the 30th anniversary of a party that took place in Beijing where as we know many people were killed. No one seems to know the real number, but they say it could run into thousands. A few people I have met here know about it but many others do not. It’s not a subject I bring up but when I get to know someone and the opportunity arises then sometimes I will ask the question. A good friend of mine who is a staunch supporter of the government told me that I was completely wrong about this and I was getting confused with a battle that took place many years earlier during the Mao years and so I let her tell me and thanked her for correcting me. Another friend was telling me the other day that one of her friends was at University at that time in Beijing and she saw nothing and she knows that this is just western propaganda. But I wonder if it really matters because many people here don’t really care what Mao did and they dismiss the deaths that took place to something that had to happen to get them to this point today where they can use the high speed trains and the convenience of the cashless society. Life is good now for many Chinese and so the price that was paid all those years ago is worth it and so we should not dwell on the past

I just had a thought, maybe the train driver is a Freemason…………..

THOMAS Cook Complaints

THESE ARE ACTUAL COMPLAINTS RECEIVED BY “THOMAS COOK VACATIONS” FROM DISSATISFIED CUSTOMERS:

  1. “They should not allow topless sunbathing on the beach. It was very distracting for my husband who just wanted to relax.”

  2. “On my holiday to Goa in India, I was disgusted to find that almost every restaurant served curry. I don’t like spicy food.”

  3. “We went on holiday to Spain and had a problem with the taxi drivers as they were all Spanish.”

  4. “We booked an excursion to a water park but no-one told us we had to bring our own swimsuits and towels. We assumed it would be included in the price.”

  5. “The beach was too sandy. We had to clean everything when we returned to our room.”

  6. “We found the sand was not like the sand in the brochure. Your brochure shows the sand as white but it was more yellow.”

  7. “It’s lazy of the local shopkeepers in Puerto Vallartato close in the afternoons. I often needed to buy things during ‘siesta’ time — this should be banned.”

  8. “No-one told us there would be fish in the water. The children were scared.”

  9. “Although the brochure said that there was a fully equipped kitchen, there was no egg-slicer in the drawers.”

  10. “I think it should be explained in the brochure that the local convenience store does not sell proper biscuits like custard creams or ginger nuts.”

  11. “The roads were uneven and bumpy, so we could not read the local guide book during the bus ride to the resort. Because of this, we were unaware of many things that would have made our holiday more fun.”

  12. “It took us nine hours to fly home from Jamaica to England. It took the Americans only three hours to get home. This seems unfair.”

  13. “I compared the size of our one-bedroom suite to our friends’ three-bedroom and ours was significantly smaller.”

  14. “The brochure stated: ‘No hairdressers at the resort.’ We’re trainee hairdressers and we think they knew and made us wait longer for service.”

  15. “When we were in Spain, there were too many Spanish people there. The receptionist spoke Spanish, the food was Spanish. No one told us that there would be so many foreigners.”

  16. “We had to line up outside to catch the boat and there was no air-conditioning.”

  17. “It is your duty as a tour operator to advise us of noisy or unruly guests before we travel.”

  18. “I was bitten by a mosquito. The brochure did not mention mosquitoes.”

  19. “My fiancée and I requested twin-beds when we booked, but instead we were placed in a room with a king bed. We now hold you responsible and want to be re-reimbursed for the fact that I became pregnant. This would not have happened if you had put us in the room that we booked.”

XXIII • VII • MCMLX

A poem submitted to the Bremer Forum

 

 

I’m a Rat; I’m a Leo, what a great combination,

The strength of the Lion with Rat innovation,

Makes us invincible without even tryin’

We are modest, brilliant, generous and kind,

But taking us for granted will put you in a bind,

Our memories are long and we enjoy sweet revenge,

We can bide oor wheest fur weeks on end,

Return the compliment when you least expect it,

And then all of a sudden you will look so dejected,

Well we tried to warn you but you just widnae listen,

A face like fizz all screwed up and wizened,

The Rat and the Lion are sitting so smug,

Drinking a single malt from a big bloody jug,

Happy Birthday……Don’t forget it!

TodayTwentySixthOfMay

I was supposed to go on a hike this morn but the rains came and I was awoken around dark o’clock, it was either that or my bladder.

The sound of the rain falling was very soothing and it was not long before I was soon back in the land of nod. Radio 4 came to life around 6:30am and so after a couple of snoozes I got up for breakfast.

The messages from the rest of the group came through thick and fast to say that the trip was cancelled. The rain by this time had eased but I knew that the trail would be deadly to walk on after this much rain and so any further thoughts of going were quickly extinguished.

So what to do when the rain is pissing down? Well I thought I would go for an early lunch before the rush and fuel up on some beef and veggies at the Muslim restaurant. I was first in and the food was freshly cooked and delicious.

After finishing me brunch I wandered up to the Suzhou Centre to have coffee. There are many large coffee chains reducing their prices to a more civilised 15 rmb, from the usual 25 rmb and so I went to Wegas to sit and watch the world go by until I decide what to do next.

There are many things that I should be doing, like studying Chinese but I’m too lazy. I could prepare for my classes this week but I don’t want to. I could write more on my blog, I’m trying. I’ve read all the news I want to read. Trump is still fucking up the world. Teresa May has finally been sacrificed to appease the masses but if her successor thinks it will be an easy ride then they have another thing coming. And so after my coffee I will head to one of the galleries nearby and see if there is a new exhibition.

So part two, I went to one of the local galleries but I’m afraid that what was on offer today held little interest for me but here are a few of the better ones.

My umbrella has seen better days and because I’ve had to use it today it’s getting a little tired so I went to Decathlon to see what was on offer. Not much as it turned out, the place was hoachin and so I about turned and came home.

So it’s now around three o’clock and I think it’s time for more coffee and then maybe I’ll have a snooze. A lazy Sunday afternoon indeed.

What an irritating voice!

I’m sitting waiting outside a cafe for Lydia to arrive. There are many chairs outside spread over a large area maybe from one end to the other about 30 metres. At the far end there is a group of foreigners and you know through all the background noise of music, cars, other people chatting there is one American voice cutting through all this chatter. She obviously loves the sound of her own voice even if the rest of us don’t, well I really mean me……

This week

The sun has come out and the temperature has soared, today is 34 C which is a little unpleasant, although the humidity is not too bad. I went to Stone Lake on Wednesday to see my friend Rita who is always looking for new challenges in life and over the course of the last 6 months she has had many personal challenges to face. But it was good to see that she could still smile. The sun was shining as we sat in the cafe which overlooks the lake. It’s about 15 kms from home and so it’s usually two buses to get there. I was well covered up due to the clear blue skies and the hot sun but nonetheless I decided to walk back from Stone Lake instead of taking the bus.

I stopped for lunch and then began my stroll home. This is where I started my tracking app. I wandered through the old streets that make up the south of the city. Not too much development here yet but that might change some day soon. In China when you buy a house you do not own the land, you can only lease the land and apartment for 77 years and so this allows the government to come in and repossess the land or house and demolish it if they so desire and the occupants do not have a leg to stand on. So in many parts of China this ruling is obviously being used for development purposes. The property prices are staggering in China and they are increasing at a rapid rate, they are not afraid of the property bubble here. My apartment has been here for around 15 years or so and it is currently priced at around 60.000 RMB a square metre and they are saying that this will increase year on year. In fact 100.000 RMB does not seem too unrealistic by the end of next year. My apartment is 170 square metres.

I noticed that I seemed to be following the bus route as I zig zagged my way across the city, turn left and then right. I went down one street that had so many fruit shops and the fruit was way cheaper than my neighbourhood and so I bought two kilos of “Ugly Oranges” which are very tasty especially if you have them with yoghurt, raisins and almonds, even on their own they are tasty, but that added weight made the journey that bit more difficult. I didn’t think that 2Kg would make much difference, but in this heat it was. The sweat started to pour off me and the back of my shirt was soaked. I put my bag on my front and this swapping from my front to my back continued all the way home. As soon as I was too wet I changed to dry off me shirt and so on.

As I continued across town my phone beeps at me as I enter a new area. Your not only on Candid camera in China but you are also at the mercy of text messages. Everyday I receive many many messages and I usually pay no attention to them, one because they are in Chinese and secondly they are usually a message like this,

This of course is a very crude translation via the phone,

Sweep the black and evil, online gaming environment, keep the peace! Please participate, supervise and try, and truly fight the war of a in order to clear the evil. Suzhou Industrial Park sweep black anti-evil, telephone: Sweep office: 0512-65235212; Public security Bureau: 110; Jian ‘ an Committee: 123888 (“Umbrella” and corruption). “Office of the leading group for the special struggle to sweep black and evil in Suzhou Industrial Park

There is a bit of a crackdown in the city at the moment, the rumour going around is that the Boss is coming to Suzhou for a visit later in the year. A friend was telling me last week that it is no longer allowed for a female masseuse to give a male a massage and vice versa. apparently other things may happen or be expected. All the dodgy KTV bars or karaoke bars have also been cleaned up. No more going for a song and getting your leg over as you sing “I did it my way” All over the city there are red banners promoting operation “Clean the place up and kill Evil”. They hang on the front of factories and bridges and even on the fences of our complex. I don’t pay any attention because I can not read Chinese and so I was completely oblivious to what’s going on and so I was surprised when I heard. They are trying to crack down on organised crime, the gambling, prostitution and the loan sharks that prey on the poor. China has the same problems as many other countries but the way the deal with it is a little different. In the old part of town I’ve often seen the well-heeled gangster types driving the Black Range Rover with tinted windows. They dress in black to look good with the car, but I think it’s to make them look thinner because they are usually a little bit overweight, not fat bastards just overweight. The gold chain adorning the neck and the very large gold knuckle dusters are all part of the image. It could be any country really, they all seem to shop at the same store.

I made it home from Stone lake after walking for nearly 4 hours and I was very happy to be home. I could have gone further but I was glad to take the weight off and just sit on the couch and relax. After consuming an “Ugly Orange” my body started to complain a little and so I decided to go for an early night and listen to Radio 4 and to try to steer away from anything Brexit related.

I slept like a log and after breakfast thought to myself that I was having a day off from the park and so the very long lazy morning kicked in. I went out for lunch and then I had to go to class in the south of the city, quite close in fact to Stone lake. The metro is really quite cold now, they really cranked up the air conditioning. I waited on the platform at my usual spot because I need to change a few stations down the line and this door leaves me in front of the escalator. The train arrives and the door opens and I am greeted with the most overpowering smell of sweat, I stopped breathing it was so bad. Imagine a hundred pairs of sweaty socks, the sweat so liquid that it hangs in the air and condenses on you as you stay longer in the carriage, it was foul. I think there must have been someone in here that was extra smelly because even when the train is full it’s not like this.

I survived the metro and made it to my class. I got back out of the metro station around 8.30 that evening on my return home. The temperature is perfect. The park is full of people. Some are the old ladies doing their square dancing, maybe 200. There is a group of 4 old dears doing Tai Chi. A few more have their legs hanging over the top rail of the fence, a popular past time here. Dogs are being walked, some folk are jogging, some jogging with dogs. Lovers, friends, commuters and of course the Phone Zombies walking aimlessly faces all a glow because the phones are about 2 inches from their noses.

I exit the other side of the park, having taken the centre path through the small amphitheatre and over the wooden bridge towards the East Gate and then onto the fruit shop. I need more bananas, I have none at home. It’s after 9pm by the time I get home and I unwind a bit and then it’s time to retire but first I will upload some of the pictures I took when I visited the Silk Museum at the beginning of the week. It was OK, I wasn’t too interested in it if I’m honest but I had gone with a few folk and so I took a few snaps of the place. I think the entrance is quite spectacular where you will find the Silk Goddess presiding. The wall is a graphical history of silk. The best thing I saw here was this amazing giant loom and of course the entrance hall.

A quick addition, I think I’ve said before that Sissi runs an Airbnb house and so the guy staying this week is from India and works for the Bank of Scotland in Mumbai. I never knew we had a bank there.

The Art of the Deal

I was lying in bed awake before the alarm clock went off this morning, well the radio 4 news to be exact. Big Ben rung out and then it was followed by the dulcet tones from the BBC. So much stupidity coming out of America at the moment, it’s a child having tantrums, but a very dangerous child, a spoilt brat that will do and say anything to get attention. If this Trump baby is not in the spotlight then it’s just not happy and of course his many cronies and leeches around him are taking advantage and using their influence to put the world on the brink of war and maybe they might just get some more orders for the companies that they are invested in. All the companies that feed the American war machine are on high alert with the prospect of fresh conflicts on virgin soil.

America will never change from its direction; I fear that this administration is going to do something really stupid. There are so many in power that help to feed the war machine and without conflict the American economy will go into decline. This selfish attitude, this greed that is inherent in their society will be the downfall of everything we know and to make matters worse their President doesn’t know his arse from his elbow. The righteous rule America and they are no different to any other Islamic fundamentalist organisation hell bent in destroying the infidel. They do not look in the mirror; they only listen to their god and fear mongers. So many things to rant about coming out of America but I don’t have the time or the inclination today…………..

 

Stone Lake

I went for a walk to Stone Lake in the south of the city. I went with Lydia and we decided to meet at Lindun Lu Station but after I told her I had arrived she said that she had told me the wrong station and so I jumped on the metro and travelled the two stops to meet her.

We then used the metro to make our way to Stone Lake and then we would change to a bus for the rest of the journey. After a few minutes on the train I realised that we were going to wrong way, I haven’t done that in a long time.

We arrived at Stone Lake and then headed to the small garden behind where you can go and see the gold Buddha at the top of the hill. The park was not really busy and it was good to get out in the fresh air.

I think this Buddha looks really happy and very fat and he does have a good view of the lake.

We didn’t stay to long because by the time we got there we were both getting hungry and there was no place to get anything to eat. A couple of years ago there was a market and you could buy snacks but it’s long gone.

So we decided to head to the spicy Chongching restaurant and had the numbing spicy beef noodles. After we ate it was around 3pm and so we headed home and then it was time for coffee and of course all was well until the poor crayfish were mutilated and stripped of their appendiges by Sissi’s mother, but that is the other story from today.

So fucking angry

Sissi’s friends are staying for a few days and tonight they are cooking. One thing on the menu is crayfish and I told them that I would rather let them go than to eat them. I look at these poor wee critters in the sink having no idea of their fate but at least when they get thrown in the hot pot they will die pretty quickly, it’s not something I want to witness though.

Sissi’s mother comes home half way through the preparations and decides to take control of the cooking of the crayfish. She picks the first one up and rips off its claws and tail and throws it into another bucket to sit for a while as she works her way through the other fifty or so creatures in the sink. I am absolutely shocked and disgusted by the lack of consideration for these creatures. To her they are just food with no feelings, they don’t feel pain they stress just delicious.

I asked them to kill them and then pull them apart but they just laugh at the big sissy foreigner. What’s so fucking wrong doing it this way. My stomach is churning, I am so so angry at what I have just witnessed and I don’t know if I can look at her mother again or the rest of them for that matter. In the market I see them killing chickens and frogs and fish and they kill them swiftly, but to pull a poor animal apart like this when it’s still alive I find utterly repulsive.

I can only hope that they crayfish get the last laugh somehow, maybe they might choke when they eat one, get diarrhoea or food poisoning. I hope Karma pays her back for what she did tonight.

The Key of Life

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About 45 years ago or so when I was listening to Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Thin Lizzy and many other wonderful bands of the 70’s I bought an “Ankh”, the Egyptians called it the “The Key of Life”. The origins of this has been debated for years but to me it was known as a “Peace Cross” and any hippy worth their soul had to get one and so I did. I don’t remember where I bought it, but I do know that it is made of Pewter which is quite a soft metal and so the small circle at the top would often break and I’m very lucky that I still have it in my possession and so because of this I decided to get one made from silver.

At the bottom of Moss Street in Paisley there used to be a jewelers and this is where I went with my pewter Ankh and asked them to make me a silver one. After a week I went back to pick it up and to be honest I was a little bit disappointed because it was bigger than the pewter one and I felt that it was too big but I said nothing and stuck it on my neck. I have always enjoyed this simple symbol along with the celtic cross but I chose this basically because it said I was a hippy and it made me cool.

In 2016 I set out on my big adventure and a few weeks before I left I lost by silver Ankh of 40 years or more somewhere on the Brisbane bike path from Fig Tree Pocket to Southbank. When I got back to my car the silver chain was tucked inside my shirt but my Ankh was nowhere to be seen and so I hope whoever found it has taken good care of it and I hope that it will look after them as my Ankh looked after me.

A few weeks ago my gold chain that I got from my mother broke and so I took it to get fixed and at the same time asked how much it would be to have a new Ankh made. I gave them my old pewter original and a week later they presented me with lovely replica in silver and it actually is a replica this time. I’m very happy with the outcome of this and it looks as delicate as the original, my last one had been made that bit bigger and to be honest I always felt that it was always a little too big.

After my Ankh was made in the 70’s I went back to the jewelers some time later and I got another trinket made up and this was very controversial, it was “666” In 1976 the movie called “The Omen” came out and freaked many folk out. Damien was the devils child and he had 666 on his skull. Iron Maiden released an album called “The number of the Beast” in 1982 and so by this time my Devils number had become more mainstream.

When I went to party’s it would sometimes cause a stir for the religious fraternity. Now what I used to find hilarious was that the crucifix wearing individuals were the ones that wanted to kick my head in because I had the devils number around my neck and these are the same folk that preach peace and love and the like on a Sunday. The hypocrisy of religion was on show for all to see and I used to take great delight winding them up, maybe I was the evil one after all. I think my “666” necklace was definitely one of the best conversation starters that I ever had. But this too disappeared shortly after I arrived in Australia in 1988, I have no idea when and where I was when I lost it. One day it was there and then the next thing you know I realised that it was gone. I wonder if anyone ever found it………..

 

The first step is the hardest, believe in yourself …