Dear friends ~ ten days in brand new territory is enough to fill up several photo and video memory cards. And, no matter how much I try, I’ll not really be able to tell the whole story of how my trip touched my heart. There is much to follow up with, and much to think about over the next months and year. However, I hope this video provides some sort of window into our time in Beijing and Guiyang.
This week will be a good one at the RDC ~ we’ve got our Tall Tales to publish from our readers, new content from several of our writers, and some happy news to share soon. I look forward to having a good one, and hope you do too…
“Do you see how backed up the traffic is outside?” Eighteen delegates and two guests peered dutifully out the tour bus window and nodded. “It wasn’t until 1997 that Beijing, a city with 22 million people, got its first one million cars. Then seven years later, in 2003, we reached 2 million. Four years later we reached three million. Then in just three years we reached four million and two years after that we reached five million cars. That is why we say we must adjust your schedule if there are traffic problems.”
Wen Tong, or “Wendy,” our People to People guide smiled liberally. Her name literally meant “warm sunshine.” She had already told us several jokes to help us relax and was now into the “overview of China” portion of her discussion. She talked into a microphone as the bus moved deftly around the cars, bicyclists and motor scooters.
“As the economy improves in China and the number of people grow, the number of private cars has become a problem. So, our president had the idea of only allowing twenty thousand new car licenses each month, beginning in January of this year.”
The bus driver had exited one of the main roads and was now navigating the craft across lanes of inner-city traffic. The scene reminded me of watching my children play video games. A hundred times I thought we would hear a crash as cars turned in front of the bus with only inches to spare, or cyclists wove in and around obstacles with amazing skill. One cyclist had a young look; her mauve bicycle was accented with stiletto heels, an iPod and trendy clothes. Another appeared to be a grandmother and a grandchild. A third was toting a 12-pack of toilet paper on the luggage bar behind his seat. A fourth had more baggage than I’ve ever seen balanced on one bicycle.
I glanced over a lane and studied the cars again. Where were the moderately priced automobiles? Although I spied a number of smaller, smart cars I couldn’t find one that appeared older. Most were high end. And many were very high end. The traffic jam was like a Mercedes Benz parade, with guest stars of BMW, Audi and special appearances by Volkswagon. I noticed the absence of incessant horn-honking and wondered if the New York City cab drivers needed a field trip to China in order to prove the seemingly impossible: crazy inner city traffic CAN happen without wearing your horn out.
The lack of parking places causes some drivers to park on the sidewalk. Continue reading People to People in China: “Sardines”
They were dressed in fatigues. Three men and one woman chatted casually while their bags were checked in the Military Personnel Line at Will Rogers Airport. The private bringing up the rear was short; his dark buzz cut looked nice against his brown skin, and his posture was more swagger than resolute. The third in line was digging into her bag. My eyebrows raised when, from the depths of all manner of military supplies came a laminated zebra print bag trimmed in hot pink. She found what she was looking for, zipped the zebra print, then zipped the duffle.
When she stood up, my eye immediately focused on two small braids, one at either side of her face, approximately ½” in width, pulled up with the rest of her hair into a bun. The interaction between she and the other three was one of camaraderie. In fact, had I not seen the braids and bun, I’m not sure I would have noticed there were two sexes represented in the line for deployment.
She made a joke, walked through the metal detector, and then she and her zebra print bag were gone. Continue reading People to People in China: “Departure”