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Thursday, March 20, 2014


Travel funnies 2014 - China

Torrey Orton
March 20, 2014

 
Travel funnies – where everything is of interest that can be a bit strange, unusual, unexpected…in short, a threat to my normal preconceptions, understandings and values. The shock of the new is often a laugh of surprise, which isn’t what people are talking about when thy say they are just having a laugh. Now, here we go again…overseas that is, to China mainly Shanghai and Beijing quite a lot, with an opening glance at Hong Kong, which really is China but for the lingering effects of years in the fold of the lion.

 
As long as 35 years ago on my first to China I noted some at the time amazing facts of street behaviour between vehicles, mostly bicycles, and pedestrians, as well as between vehicle riders and drivers themselves. In my field notes of those days (10 Oct – 25 Nov, 1979) I remarked at length such things as what follows here, modified but not moderated by the shift from the largely self-powered transport (bicycle) of those days to the dominance of self-driven transport in these days (cars and motor scooters – electric and petrol).


The underlying theme here for me is cultural constants and their consistency under pressure of material change. Cultural resilience shows up even now in simple ways: five days ago one Chinese colleague from 35 years ago pointed out, unprompted by us, that her floor of a three year old apartment tower had six flats on it, numbered 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, and 7 as do all the other floors in the 25 story building except for level four which doesn’t exist. Guess why? The number four in Chinese sounds like the word for death, which should never be spoken lightly. Our aversion to 13 is a weak sibling of that four.


“… a Nathan Road cabbie in the way.”


Six days earlier we were on Nathan Road, Hong Kong on a fully peopled Friday arvo with barely a car’s width of passage on our taxi’s route. Another taxi was ensconced in a no stopping zone, the driver standing by his closed door about a meter into the available roadway looking at something in the near distance without the slightest glance our way and just stood there as we passed almost brushing his jacket. Not looking and not flinching are the key facts. This behaviour has been repeated in my view dozens of times in the following week in Shanghai and Beijing. I have never successfully learned it until almost now, though I started 35 years ago and had a two year stint as pedestrian and cyclist in Beijing in the early 80’S, with repeated medium term stays in Shanghai in the mid ‘90’s and early Noughties.


In the last week I have consciously tried to mimic it on street corners and crossings. The learning requires two acts of faith: that I have the right to take any space I choose if I can get to it first, and second that others will respect that right by giving way or altering their approach trajectory not to collide once I’ve made my move. At the corner of Huaihai Lu and Maoming Lu in downtown Shanghai one morning I crossed with the pedestrian light as three cars were waiting to turn into my path (as they legally may when their light is red) and I managed not to look at the nearest driver or to pause in my walk while the driver started his creeping turn, timing it so that I felt the pant leg of my trailing foot brushed slightly by the passing car going through the turn. And, did not feel a rush of fear at that perception!!


This rule system applies to any public passing, not just vehicular, in China. I know the rules and only this trip have noticed their working beauty in the intensely loaded pathways of Beijing and Shanghai. They really work, until they don’t! (the story of which is recorded daily and annually, locally and nationally, in traffic accident reports). But as they are working they make for a driving and walking experience of continuous flow which is essential to progress in a traffic-jammed economy. Unfortunately Beijing and Shanghai are not far away from all day gridlock. The rule for managing that are unclear.


BTW, these rules are not just some fantasy of mine. I have tested them repeatedly with PRC origin Chinese and never had my understanding of them challenged. Interpretations of their application, of course, differ because correct use requires exquisite judgment about (1) one’s ability to take the front position anywhere and (2) the other’s capacity to respect that decision (the stopping distance judgment) or override it with incontrovertible power. The latter effect can be achieved by daring in many circumstances. The balance of power tilts somewhat in pedestrians’ direction because the law favours them over cars: a car smashed pedestrian is presumed to have been in the right. Of course, having been smashed one may not be around to enjoy the presumptive right, so we’re back to judgment. In the process of field=testing my understanding of these rules I’ve gotten spontaneous feedback from others that they apply in other Asian cities, too.

Self-organising (dis) order??

It is not surprising that Westerners have so much trouble in China. We cannot accept that humanity can be run by such rules and to be placed in the full and open command of the rules is radically disempowering. They cannot easily be learned because they are so counter-intuitive. Try driving on the “wrong” side of the road for a sampler of the personal change demands.


The same challenge is also the case for immigrant or tourist Chinese in Australia. They may just step off the curb wherever it strikes them, working automatically from the understanding of their origin which will get them killed here, and /or the object of vilification by Oz locals. Mirroring western amazement at their home town behaviour, they often remark on how rule abiding Melbournians are by contrast with home. We stop at stop lights without police supervision and police presence is remarkably less noticeable than in China.


I used to use an exercise I called Beijing Bus in cultural awareness training for Australians going to work in China or having Chinese colleagues coming to work with them in Australia. It was a usually successful attempt to induce the feeling of oppressive crowding which is typical of Chinese city life. It gave entry to a world where not taking control of your space means someone else will without compunction.

A stray phone… “No one’s in charge here…it’s whacky”

Another version of this story occurs on planes. A few days ago we were enroute to Beijing…a two hour run from Shanghai. While the airline gave extremely clear and careful instructions about turning off all phones completely on take-off and landing, a number of people were close to the wire on take-off and one started up his tool on touchdown well before we’d taxied to the gate. The hostess seated two seats in front of and at eye contact range said nothing. The hostess on our side looked away from the offender as did her colleague. She subsequently was shamed by passengers who jumped up to get first go at the luggage compartments well before taxiing stopped – another major no-no clearly stated by staff beforehand. Her shame was expressed by her head hung down and away from subsequent offenders of her effort to remind the first ones of the airline rules, which they disregarded.


This passenger behaviour has always been my experience on passenger planes in China. It has a historical precursor – the Beijing Bus again – perhaps the original of what is now known in the West as the psychosocial distortion FOMO (fear of missing out). For the Chinese this has been a well-founded fear, not declining with increased wealth. I commiserated a bit more with the hosties dilemma of public disregard as I watched the mostly Chinese masses at Beijing airport wander through outgoing carryon inspection talking on their mobiles at all stages in the process…while surrounded with clear multi-lingual and visual exhortations of some vigour to keep their mobiles buttons!!! Everyone, including endless uniformed agents of state security, acted as if no such exhortations existed (which the folks in homey Melbourne incoming lines polices with persistence in my experience, as do air hosties).


Those in charge don’t take charge. Maybe it’s like the libertarians’ favourite enemy: “taking offense”. A dangerous self-indulgence for others.

30% discount surprise!!

There we were at the end of a 3 hour reunion dinner in the revolving restaurant of the Xi Yuan Hotel in west Beijing with two Chinese couples we had not seen for thirty years. The setting was much of the charm of the event; the food was buffet and workable but not notable. The view actually worked (smog was way down!) and revolutions under us were seriously plodding. Conversation had been wandering in that way that pleasant recollection does when supported by some very deep shared experiences in the past. When I called for the bill, the lead waiter called for our passports and hukou (local residence permits in China) because over 60’s got a 30% discount on meals!! It wasn’t advertised anywhere, but was not a surprise to our friends except that it was applying in an upmarket establishment.


Whose engineers don’t know human dimensions??

 
Once again I have had the not to be repeated (in my imagination) cramped toilet experience of Toulouse four years ago.  There the hotel bathroom design engineers had assumed an average adult height somewhere like 10-15 cm short of my 191. This left me scrunched between the loo lip and the wall, whatever business I was doing. At the Xi Yuan in Beijing I’ve had a near repeat this trip. My knees nearly bang the glassed shower enclosure in this recently renovated hotel. Even I know that Chinese kids of our friends’ children’s generation are massively taller than their parents. The field test for that proposition is a walk in the streets of Beijing.  35 years ago I pretty much towered over everyone else in the street. This is certainly no longer the case. What world are design engineers living in??


Grain pillows, 35 years later


One of the unmentioned treats of our 1979 stay in Beijing was grain pillows… pillows of high grade dried buckwheat with a fine aggregate-like consistency and weight. They provided a reliably firm head rest for sleeping which also worked even for those with down pillow backgrounds, as were many a foreign student’s in those days. Real Chinese beds share this firmness without the aggregate effect – a slight crunchiness to the touch.


Here we were in the Xi Yuan Hotel (at much less per night than city-centre branded hotels require)  and under two duck-down pillow variants on the twin bed hunkered two grain based models of yore. Small reminders of basic needs…

 

 

Sunday, June 23, 2013


Travel funnies 2012-13 - Grand, great and grandiose?

Torrey Orton
June 23,  2013


Grand, great and grandiose...challenges of appreciation seeking grounds for interpretation

 
Mountains are grand and great, but never grandiose. They just are and have no purpose. They cannot over or under express themselves. They can be more or less visible, but through no fault of their own. It’s their fate to just be.

 

People can be great and grand, and in the eyes of others, grandiose. I remember the first time I was accused (actually it wasn’t an accusation; it was an observation; but, I hear it even now as disapproval) of being grandiose. Well, I can understand why that observation was made without assuming myself as either great or grand in the equation. I can also understand that cultures may be and/or appear grandiose, while clearly being great and grand in various ways. Architecture is the most materially enduring expression of greatness and grandeur, and it may feel grandiose – an experience of something over-expressed out of lack of clarity or confidence, as a child does appropriately in early life achievements where a hurdle passed is experienced with joy and even ecstasy if the effort has been protracted.

 

I started writing this in July 2012 towards the end of that year’s Europe trip, late July.  Europe and its enduring cultures – Slavic, romance and Germanic, or Greco-Latin and Teutonic: the contrasts elaborate as reflection spreads across time and space. The contrast on my mind at the moment is the handling of public space in cultures,  brought to mind by spending 2 days in Besancon and amplified by realising that the historical juncture of the origins of these cultures lies where we were then, in Istanbul one morn having visited the Cisterns of the Basilica which collected the waters of a forest 10ks away in 500AD, delivered through a viaduct as were the waters of Rome to the famous baths and such 500+ years before that – the still visible beginnings of the terraforming of the world in the chasing of the waters to meet the needs of sedentary mankind, perhaps making sedentary a real possibility in numbers…

A day later and we’d spent a couple of hours in the Aya Sofya which dwarfs its neighbour the Blue Mosque both for volume and age, an impression amplified strangely by its comparative scruffiness, both in and out.

                                                         

…so, this is the basis of my great and grand wonders, and probably I haven’t gotten far enough back and should go to the first out-of-Africa migrants 50,000 years ago who went right at the nearest turn after the Red Sea. Their journeys eastwards along the ocean shores expressed among other things the mindless human devotion to looking around the next corner, not merely for something better but just wondering what’s there while able to find a consistently cheap bite of adequate substance to continue wandering. Wanderlust, perhaps, or wonderlust?

 

Besancon is home to the largest 16th century fortifications in France (?), including a main central fort with a natural river moat on all sides built by the famous Vauban and supported by a circle of forts on four adjacent hilltops…all the more remarkable, when you think about it, for the fact that the fortifications were already superannuated by developments in cannonry…a line of development which still escaped military planners in France who built Verdun in the 19th century and had a go again with the even more unlikely Maginot Line post WW1. The developments which outmoded them all before they were built were power and mobility, intensified with near factorial pace ever since – what’s a “hardened” site which cannot be blown by a bigger laser-guided missile?? Remember Big Bertha in WW1? And the siege mortars of the U S Civil War.? And the shift from sail to steam powered shipping and from wooden to steel…??  All bunker busters of their kinds.

 

Where has the idea of fortifications gone now?? Into legal fortifications and state boundaries, be they fluid (Australia comes to mind) or walled (Arizona and Israel come to mind). Even the Iron curtain failed in its heyday as the need to be seen to be in the world kept presenting inmates of the red world with opportunities to get out as representatives of their incarcerated perfection (Olympics from 1956 on).

 

So what? Well, all of the built history of great, grand and grandiose is a history…an attempt to preserve an original insight (include religions here, pls.) …and the effort to preserve sustains the image of the insight as irreplaceably great, which it had been when it replaced the previously great insight…and so on and so. But our need to believe that the newest insight is also the final one bonds us to them with an almost unbreakable strength…the kind which sends tens of thousands to their deaths in the face of machine guns…and resists its own demise with blind fervour (all those generals then; all our leaders now in the face of the failure of natural markets to ‘work’…)

 

June 2013 –and here we are in Besancon again with much more time to wander around and find it almost totally as it was 200 years ago within the barriers of its built and natural fortification, some of which go back 400 years or so and were built on the back of originally Roman ones still in view in the usual Roman forms: triumphal arches (Marcus Aurelius 175 AD) and theatres, baths and normal living stuff of similar origin. Much less fortified to exclude than dressed to attract.

 

And the place is grand, coherent, human scaled and liveable…though close to losing it all in the industrial turnaround from 1970 on (almost all of its large scale employment decimated; it had been home to the production of 1/3 of watches in France up til then!!). About 1/3 of the inner city is pedestrianized and the whole is so small (about 1.5 square kilometres) that parking outside the center is easily adequate to the mixed demands of shopping and promenading. The whole thing is four stories high, with a couple of cathedral steeples in excess of the four stories. This gives a humanly appropriate scale mix of enclosure by wall and openness to sky at once, plus the street level density of commercial and service offerings that only cities can provide at footpace.

 

Much of the building stock is grand even though hundreds of years old either because its origins were religious or public service – from schools to hospitals to local / regional governance with a broad spread of the ecclesiastical some of which was turned over to public sector use as church control was compromised by church/state separation in 1905. Building material consistency helps the impression of integrity and scale - a local stone which has elements of blue and yellow/grey in it whose original colour has been resurrected by a cleaning operation some years ago which recalled the original from the blackening of years of coal and wood fired heating, cooking and power. What it looked like before the unveiling is still on view in a couple of escapees from the great cleaning (one of which is a branch of an educational facility of some kind now defunct). Black is pretty much what it is…/

 

This is a line of report which keeps extending as we travel… a week later in Montpellier being appalled by a state sponsored excrescence called Antigone launched off the shoulder of the original Place de la Comedie with its 19th century grandeur in tact. The 1970’s offshoot models grandiose to a T, with clear evidence of its failure to meet whatever public usage was imagined in its design and execution….lack of upkeep, etc.

 

Closing now with a visit to Nimes’s quite preserved little arena  modelled on the colossal Roman original but built for 24,000 public gore appreciators rather than the 60K its namesake supported. Grand and great but not grandiose it feels to us.