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Pecs. Southern Hungary

Pecs is not a big town, but seems to be as it sprawls across a valley and climbs the surrounding hills.

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It has scrappy areas, but also fine houses and gardens, shopping, malls, etc. Some of the town walls dating from about the year 1000 are standing.

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Tribal people were around this area for thousands of years, but the notable history of the town starts when the Romans displaced the Celts about 2000 years ago. They built their town up into the Capital of the Province Valeria, known for its fine wine plantations. This was an important early Christian center in the first centuries AD. And after the Romans came the endless Balkan wars.

The Ottomans held the area twice, one time for over 150 years. They converted all the churches to Mosques and built more, which the Christians converted to Churches upon their return.

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I think that this may be the only city I have ever been in that was pillaged and burned by the Christians.

Today Pecs is a major University town. And a major tourist attraction, because the old town has somehow survived mostly intact through the centuries of war, including a nearby tank battle of the Red army.

And it is spectacular. Some pictures.

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I have also been enjoying the numerous, well marked hiking trails in the hills, although they are a bit rough for street boots.

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Pecs is said to have a Mediterranean climate. Now, well into the Fall, the weather is chilly but with a warm sun under a bright blue Bemidji sky.

A Pec story. The old Bishop’s summer house is a ruin.

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Which maybe started when the Turks began to use it as a hostel for Dervishers. Presumably the whirling type, which probably ran down the neighborhood.

The prices for everything (Taxis, Hotels, meals) are about one third higher here than I have had over the past few weeks. And my hotel is full of Germans with lots of German TV stations. Maybe these observations correlate.

I have been eating mostly in (good) Italian restaurants having once again had a terrible “Hungarian” dinner in the Tourist area. There is fine dining here. But somehow that is not so attractive when travelling alone.

Some random indoor pictures.  The little café interior is in a place that has been operating since 1758.  The lobby picture is in a fine hotel right downtown.  It has a beautiful and large dining room. I tried to get in for Sunday Brunch and it was fully booked!

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Tomorrow (middle of the night) I waggle up to Budapest and then fly to Munich to rendezvous with CAMarchand who is winging in through Philadelphia. Looking forward to her company travelling with me over the next few weeks.

SZEGED

Szeged, the city of sunshine. In the south of Hungary. And true to the tagline it has been sunny and warm every day I have been here.

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Here is a nifty little graphic for anyone too long out of Geography to locate Hungary.

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The city is on the bank of a river called Tisza.

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I suppose that there was an island or some other naturally easily defensible feature here, because a fortification at this place was important for centuries.

 

 

 

Even so it has never known peace.

The town was around in the time of the Greeks. Ptolemy mentions it. The Romans had a trading post here. Attala, king of the Huns (hint: Hun-gary) had his headquarters somewhere around here. The town was destroyed by the Mongols. Pillaged by the Turks. Ruled by the Ottomans, the Habsburgs, the Nazis and the Soviets.

There are some fine buildings in town.

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But the city is not old by European standards. It was destroyed by a flood in the late 1800’s and rebuilt by the Habsburgs. That does however make the downtown particularly attractive.

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I am here because for years and years in my spice cabinet I have owned and used this brand of Hungarian Paprika, “The Pride of Szeged”. So being in the neighborhood I had to stop by. (Of course you saw the church on the tin).

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Have found some good food here but I wasted two evenings on extremely bad meals trying to find some traditional Hungarian dishes. But, not here in the University/Tourist area. I was served hideous glop piled on gigantic servings of potatoes or dumplings. Extremely fat (think hunks of the pure stuff) and overwhelmed with spice. Not good for my taste nor my system.

 

Some Szeged stories:

This is a University town. Reputably the best in Hungary and a leading EU University. The campus is right downtown.

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Szeged is notable to tourists for its fresh fish restaurants, which are located all along the river. Particularly for a type of fish stew. But learning that it is made from Carp and Catfish I gave it a miss.

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The language. One can read (sort of) the signs in Romania. The latin root of the language makes it kinda look like Italian. But I can discern nothing here. It might as well be Korean.

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Apparently this language is a cousin of Finnish. Both derived from an old language once used all across central Europe, but divided into these two pockets, separated by thousands of miles, by the Mongol invasion.

 

Some “around town” pictures

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And some indoor and miscellaneous pictures.

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Tomorrow I travel over to Pecs. Still in Southern Hungary.  The only realistic way I have found to get there is 3 and a half hours on a public bus.  Should be interesting.

Arad and into Southern Hungary

 Balkan Trains: Key learning: Take the Inter-city (IC) trains, and get into the first class car. It is still very difficult to climb up into the car, but once on board the seats are quite comfortable, and there is space to stow your luggage.

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The washrooms are bad, but so it goes.

Wrote here on a crisp blue sky fall morning, trundling across farmed valleys and through wooded hills. Romania might be a bit down at the heels, but this is a pretty country. The villages we pass look interesting and it seems to me that a wander around road trip through the Balkans could be a pleasure.

Arad

Earlier I had changed my plans and shortened my stay in Arad, based on it being described to me as a “little county town”. But it was as interesting as anyplace I visited it Romania. You can guess its history: captured and belonged to everybody over the centuries.

Pictures around town.

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What I liked best about Arad is that it is a living working city. Bustling in fact. And therefore plenty to see.  Sibiu as a contrasting example had a great old town, but after seeing it in one day not much else going on.   Arad street scenes:

 

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Part of my stop here was to figure out how to cross into Hungary. The people at the ticket booth at the train station had never heard of the train I had researched for my plan and wanted to put me on an overnight trip with train changes.

However capable travel agent Cristina

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Piggybacked me into a car taking two travelers to the Budapest Airport who dropped me in Szeged. Which proved to be a very easy trip on a brand new motorway. Across farmland as flat as Illinois.

 

 

I can truthfully say that I enjoyed this visit to Romania. And I do not always say that leaving a country.  Everyone I met was friendly, helpful and kind.  It is an interesting country and perhaps I can see more of it one day.

Hats off for the food and wine.

Some bonus photos around Arad.

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Sibiu Romania

A Romanian Bus ride

Journeyed to Sibiu by bus. Had come from Oradea to Cluj by train and not noticed I had been sold a second class ticket. It was a difficult trip. Very hard to get luggage onto and off the train and nowhere to put it. Crowded, stuffy with wretched bathrooms.

But there are many independent bus companies operating in the Balkans and I decided to try. The hotel arranged a reservation for me. ($8.33)

The company operated out of a little shed at the bus station.

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The bus was crowded with small hard seats. The proverbial “cheek by jowl”.

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We made very slow progress because of many stops, and at every stop a laborious process of new passengers buying tickets from the driver.

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One rest station. Fresh new paint.

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Pay this woman a quarter and use the wash room. No towels. No problem, dry your hands in your hair.

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Sibiu

I came to Sibiu as surely all tourists do, to see one of the best preserved medieval old towns in Europe. And it is very nice. The town was originally founded by Germans and was one of the six Saxon cities of Transylvania. Here are some photos of a few of the more spectacular areas and buildings.

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There are also interesting little nooks and vistas around the old battlements.

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Even the unrestored streets in the old town are are interesting. And there are still plenty of crumbling buildings worthy of saving.

I was attracted to a large produce market down by the river in the real town.

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This is a very tidy town with block after block of fine houses with well-tended gardens. There are also areas of gritty soviet style apartment blocks, and poor people with the history of hard living written on their faces.

Cathy asked me why my “indoor” pictures were always pubs and restaurants (woops) and so I took these:

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Tomorrow back on the train. Six hours across Romania. Did get a first class ticket ($27). Will lay over two nights in Arad, a little town near the border and figure how to best cross into southern Hungary.

So impressed by the price to quality ratio of Romanian wines. Googled it up and learned that they have been making wines here for 6000 years. Wow indeed.

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Divide by 4 to get dollars.

Cluj Napoca

Cluj Napoca, the capital of Transylvania.

This city was known to the Greeks as the capital of Dacia. Which fell to the Romans. But the Romans packed up and left before the year 300, so only fragments are left of their colony.

In Medieval times one of the six Saxon cities of Transylvania.  In modern times back and forth between Hungary and Romania, and now within Romania.

The city is within a valley between rolling hills along a fast moving river. Not too big and easy to walk around. Lots of effort is being put into the renovation of of the city:  streets, sidewalks, buildings. But there are also still many rundown buildings that could be wonderful if restored.

As always the communist infrastructure has fallen into ruin and blight. The town gas distribution system throughout the city is (you guessed it) ghastly.

There are some fine buildings here, notably the Orthodox Cathedral.

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And the Roman Catholic Basilica.

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And to go along with them here are some street photos of some other interesting buildings.  Starting with the opera house.

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One photo I posted on Facebook for my urban planner friends is this impressively designed street accommodating cars, parking, bicycles and pedestrians.

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I have enjoyed my visit and time spent in this city. And for future visitors have made up this little catalog of “Things you could do in and around Cluj”

Ride a Romanian train and meet nice people

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Find a nice Pub/Restaurant

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Go to a Craft market

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Or a farmer’s market

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Walk along the river, or in the hills, or the Park

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Go to the game

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Track down history

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Or philosophy

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Get married

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Make a new friend

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Here are some random indoor pictures

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And I must share with you my best pictures from Cluj.

The happy eggs.

 

 

 

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Off tomorrow deeper into Romania.

 

 

Oradea Romania

Oreada, my first stop in Romania. Five hours south via super slow train seemed like it would be enough for one day, and it was.

The town is said to have been at its best in the 1300’s. Before the Turks flattened it. The first time. They flattened it again in the 1600’s. Everyone in the neighborhood has ruled it over the years. The Hungarians, Habsburgs, the Ottomans, etc.

Oradea has some nice buildings. Lots of churches. And as many coffee shops per-capita as Seattle. Here are some photos. Around town.

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Romania is poor. The infrastructure from the Communist past is run down and broken and ugly. Bacos, the bartender at the wine bar Tapta is leaving with his brother to find work in Manchester where “the wages are better”.

Work is underway to restore this city. They are rebuilding the pavement in the central square and it looks like it will be beautiful when complete.

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There is a nice pedestrian only street.

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But more work is needed. There are too many closed shopfronts and crumbling buildings.

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People who allow themselves to be bored would certainly be bored here in this little country town. I had a fine time. Nice walks along the river.

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Good food and wines.

The prices are amazing. Unlike some poor countries (e.g. Portugal, Argentina) where prices are inexplicably high, prices here are in proportion. In a pub had a bottle of a fine Romanian Pilsner beer for a dollar 4 cents. A Cepressa salad is 3 dollars. A good bottle of wine in a restaurant is between 6 and 16 dollars.

At the restaurant “To Chefs” I had one of the best dishes I have ever eaten: a bacon wrapped Tenderloin heaped with black truffels. For eleven dollars and 50 cents.

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Some random indoor pictures.

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Everyone I have met has been friendly and welcoming.  There is plenty of English. In fact almost all the indoor “Muzac” backgroung music is in English.

A few observations:

Like Texans, the women who can, dress up, but the men don’t bother. The women paint their eyebrows a startling black. And wear false eyelashes.

Service is spotty. Excellent in some places. Pretty bad in most, where working seems to involve standing (or sitting) around talking with the other employees.

Cigarettes are smoked everywhere. Here is something we have forgotten, ash trays and a cigarette menu in the coffee shop.

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The Balkans – Budapest

The Balkans !

Such a tumultuous history that even the name is a metaphor for fracture and strife.

A crossroads between Asia, Europe and the Middle East the borders have been redrawn over and over throughout history as the area has fallen in continual conquest to every migrating tribe, expanding city state, nearby country, or empire. Not to mention the intra area conflicts.

In my lifetime the formation and then dissolution of Czechoslovakia. In almost everyone’s time the emergence of new countries from the Bosnia war.

I arrived a few days ago in Budapest, once with Vienna the twin capitals of the Habsburg empire. Today the Capital of Hungary. Have been hanging around the Marriott getting over jet lag and mostly sampling the food and wines. Will be back here in a month or so with Cathy, so no need to do serious sightseeing museums etc.

I was very surprised by the Grandeur of Budapest. The city seems more Grand than say Paris. It makes Rome look shabby, and cities like Prague a discarded peanut. Here are some random photos of grand buildings.

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Budapest has emerged from the coma of communism and is alive. There are countless cafes pubs and restaurants. Crowds of tourists but also locals out everywhere enjoying the city. Also shops, supermarkets, malls and fancy shopping.

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The city has an extensive metro system coupled with trams and busses. Very orderly. The taxis are spotless. The metro stations have spacious underground areas al la Moscow. Some underground photos.

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There are still lingering communist hangover traits:      Occasional inept and surly service. Spurious charges on bills. Lots of leather jackets. And an incredible number of cigarette smokers (outside only).

This is a low income country and the populace have not yet recovered elegance. But the city seems elegant nevertheless from the legacy of the endless grand architecture.

One particular note. The streets are very very clean. No litter, some but not much graffiti.

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And no dog poop. Quite a contrast from many European cities (e.g. Paris) where it seems to have rained dog poop. Perhaps not many dogs, but also these dog convenience stations located here and there.

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I am currently on a train south to Romania. Trundling at Russian train speeds (slow) across an endless plain. Flat as a pancake. The villages look like Germany 40 years ago.  But with new investment.  New train stations, electrical infrastructure, road construction.

Will be continuing as this “Around the Balkans in 80 Days” tour continues.

Some train pictures.

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A little note about the National Museum Taipei

 

 

It was a rainy day so I went over to the National Museum.

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Sorry, no pictures allowed.

But if you are ever here don’t miss it. This is one of the great museums of the world. 6500 years of Chinese history.

When the Nationalist government fell to Mao it did not happen over a weekend. They had plenty of time in their retreat to Taiwan to run trains south with the contents of the museums and their homes and the banks.

I was told that the National Museum can display less than 15 percent of what they store at any time. They have rare books, 400,000 documents, bronzes, porcelains, jewelry, art objects, clothing. Most of which would have been destroyed by Mao’s red guards if left in the North.

Every year when I come they have a new special exhibition or two. The calligraphy section seemed to be reworked, an exhibit on ancient book binding, and a porcelain exhibit of flower pots, which sounds dopy, but was good.

They have the best technical exhibit on bronzes. As an old Engineer who got an A in metallurgy, and like museums with the bronze work of different cultures, I love it.

They explain the ancient formulas for combinations of tin and copper so that arrow heads are sharp, while cooking pots are strong, and bells ring without cracking, and mirrors are shiny. And complicated constructions like a copper core for a sword for toughness with a high tin overlay that can be sharpened.

Unfortunately with busloads of Northern Chinese every day it is almost impossible to visit anymore with really a hundred people in lines for the most interesting exhibits.

But it is still a world treasure.

Pilgrimage to Quanzhou

Went by train up the coast on a pilgrimage to the city of Quanzhou.

Expected a small town but encountered yet another big sprawling Chinese city.  At 6 million people the biggest city in Fuzhou province. When China was open between say 1000 and 1400 this was one of the largest and most important ports in the world.

There were trading ports up and down this coast, but Quanzhou was by far the most important. The great Chinese discovery voyages left from here. The Khan’s fleet to invade Java left from here. And Marco Polo departed China for home from here, and that is why I came.

There were perhaps 100,000 Arabs living on this coast at the time, and in retrospect Quanzhou was named the beginning of the Arab Silk Road. Exports of silk, porcelain, tea were the Chinese trade goods. The city state of Venice had the monopoly with the Arabs for ongoing shipments into Europe, hence the great wealth of that city during this period. Hence the tremendous efforts of the Portuguese to find a trade route around Africa and around the Venetians. Entrepreneurs like Marco’s father and uncle attempted overland routes to China.

There were Portuguese here by the 1300’s. Great sailors. I have journeyed to Lisbon to pay homage to Henry the Navigator. But they were pretty much despised in Asia. Their flavor of twelfth century Christianity afforded them huge arrogance and over the top acts of savagery against non-believers. In Calcutta they filled a boat with hands and feet and promised one every day until the city was opened to them. Here in China, the Kahn was finally so pissed off over their raiding and murdering that he ordered the Portuguese to be “killed on the spot where they are encountered”. Their garrison at Quanzhou was attacked and the survivors fled to Macau.

I became interested in the stories Marco Polo told when I found myself spending a lot of time in some of the cities he described. Especially two of my favorite Chinese Cities, Hangzhou and Suzhou.

He arrived at a very interesting time in Chinese history. Everyone does. I was in a museum last week looking at 5000 year old artifacts. And once visited a 6500 year old village where the pots were marked with the origins of Chinese writing. While we had Mesopotamia and the Greeks and the Romans and all the rest, they were here independently going on with their own civilization.

Anyway, so a group called the Jin invaded China from the North and the Song Dynasty (say 650 to 1300) moved down the Grand Canal and set up the capital of China at Hangzhou, where the Grand Canal reaches the sea. This is around say the mid 1200s. But the Jin were overextended, and the Great Kahn, Kublai Kahn, came down, kicked them out, moved into Beijing, and began to rule the north of China. Marco Polo’s father was just arriving in China about this time and was reported to be the first westerner the great Kahn ever met. Anyway, they hit it off and Marco’s father brought a fortune in goods back to Italy and met his grown son Marco and they turned around to go back for more.

Marco Polo arrived in Beijing around 1270 to 1275ish. But he spent a lot of time down the Grand Canal around Suzhou and Hangzhou for reasons I do not know. The Song were falling to the Kahn around then and the capital would soon move back to Beijing. We know that Marco got caught up in some military advisory capacity, so perhaps this was it.

Everyone knows about the Great Wall of China. But it is a surprise to me that another of the truly magnificent achievements of the ancient world: the Grand Canal is hardly ever mentioned. It is both gigantic and astounding. It is an artificial river, wide enough for two very large barges to pass and it runs for 1100 miles connecting Beijing with 5 interior rivers and the sea at Hangzhou! It was completed in about 600 AD, and allowed China to have a safe interior transportation and trade route for centuries.

When Marco arrived in Hangzhou in the late 1200’s it would have been as he describes it a magnificent city. The Imperial Capital, the southern harbor, open to the sea and via the canal to the interior. With around a million people easily the largest city on earth.

But back to Quanzhou.

Marco Poly was allowed to leave China and came to Quanzhou to join a fleet of 14 Junks carrying a 17 year old Mongol girl to be a bride to the ruler of Persia (roughly Iran), a relative of the Kahn. Here are some photos of a model of the kind of Song Dynasty Junk he would have left on.

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And here is the keel of an actual Song Dynasty Junk recovered from a ship wreck that gives you an understanding of the size of these fully ocean going vessels.

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There is nothing left at the ancient harbor. But some nearby pagodas and this ancient temple. So I sat here with the Buddhists for a while.

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And indulged my self with the thought that Marco might have visited here before his fantastic journey home. Around Thailand and Malaysia. Around India. Up the red sea. By caravan to the Mediterranean Sea then by boat to Italy. Facing that he might have come here for a few good luck prayers. A few joss sticks. Sitting here dressed as a Mongol Baron. His fortune converted into precious jewels and sewn into his clothes.

Besides overlapping with Marco in Beijing, Xian, Suzhou and Hangzhou I have even dragged Cathy to the edge of the Gobi desert where the great wall ends, where Marco Polo entered China and to follow some of his route southeast. That journey turned out to be more interesting than I expected because this is also the route through which Buddhism entered China, leaving a plethora of very ancient historic sites.

With this pilgrimage to Marco’s departure site I have pretty much completed this little quest of mine.

Today is my last day in China. I am looking forward to hosting myself to a really good farewell dinner. And moving on.

 

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Some random musings about Suzhou and Hangzhou.

I used to love visiting Hangzhou. Today it is effectively a suburb of Shanghai, quickly accessible by train. But my first visit took me 5 hours on dirt roads to arrive at a little one to two story village on the north end of the famous west lake. Today the city circles the lake with high rises. I guess I have been there every 8 or ten years or so, watching it change. First responsible to establish a manufacturing joint venture, years later to buy a local company. A few times just to visit.

Even 30 years ago there were 200,000 tourists a year visiting Hangzhou. Because the west lake is the most romantic site in China. The moment of the full moon rising over West Lake is by tradition the most romantic moment on earth. It is a special place with warm memories for me.

Marco described Suzhou as the Venice of China. Much of the old areas are being torn down as Shanghai inexorably creeps to take it from the east. I once took Cathy to these cities. In Suzhou we hired a boat and poked around the old canals. Walked some ancient streets. Visited some remaining garden homes of the Scholar Officials. Suzhou is a very old town occupying a strategic position on the Grand Canal with an amazing history. One chapter is worth a quick summary. Probably not perfect, but here is the way I remember it.

With the collapse of the Ming Dynasty in the mid 1600’s the new rulers, the Manchus were suspicious of the power of the Mandarin Scholar Officials. Since these Mandarin had the virtual monopoly on reading and writing and transmitted all imperial decrees, proclamations and information throughout the country the Manchus were probably right. So, they set about to weaken and circumvent the Mandarin system of high official selection based upon a hierarchy of intelligence and knowledge tests and a consensus around a person’s competence and ability. This was a thousand plus year old system.

Many ministers saw the writing on the wall and took themselves off to early retirement. A good number went down the Grand Canal a distance out of easy reach from Beijing, to Suzhou. They were very very rich and from their positions we can guess very competent brilliant people. So after building their houses and gardens they could only spend so much time painting, making music, writing poetry, and admiring nature, their traditional areas of ongoing learning when not governing.

So, as the generations passed these families built elementary schools, trade schools, western style universities. Undertook civic improvements, roads, lighting, and security. Sent students abroad for study at foreign universities, and delegations to study of foreign industries. Established local banks, manufacturing of silk, dying, silk products.

And the most interesting story (maybe only to me) is how as the French and Americans expanded their trading city at nearby Shanghai, the Suzhou families leveraged the nearness of the trade and technical and financial opportunities. This continues to play out with Suzhou today having a standard of living comparable to Portugal. If I could write, this is a story I would like to tell. But it is probably already on the internet somewhere.

My apology to the people of Xiamen

 

 

Spent a month last week in Fuzhou. Ok place but pretty BORING. Did get to eat a lot of dumplings.

But, it was total language immersion. No English for a week. In fact to brag a little, I was just with the Concierge, who does not speak English, arranging a pilgrimage for tomorrow and actually for the first time in my life wrote to someone in Chinese. But before you are really impressed, it was only chu (go) and hui lai (return).

Came back by fast train.

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Had to return to Xiamen because getting from China to Taiwan is very difficult. I have to fly from here 2 and a half hours south, stay overnight in Manila and then fly two and a half hours north to Taipei.

Anyway, back to my apology.

This is a key learning for me for this kind of travel. Last time I was here I opted for a too cheap hotel, and it was bad, in a bad area surrounded by people living very hard. That with a little bad weather and I trashed the entire city on this blog.

Sorry.

Now I have move up market into a very good hotel.

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In a beautiful area. I am on the river.

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And have a great mountain park just next door for walking.

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That with sunny weather in the 70’s and Palm trees, the city looks entirely different to me. The people are still pretty stiff. I passed two westerners walking this morning and both times got the big smile and a “good morning”. A few hellos from the locals, but not much.

BUT, look at all these places for dinners and perhaps a glass with the locals. These are in two blocks directly on my doorstep.  These pictures were taken at 9AM when they are almost all closed, but I have high expectations for them come dinnertime.

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OF course it is still China with the milky air, but so it goes.

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