In China, people refer to the giant panda as their national treasure. Everywhere we look in Chengdu there are panda statues, wall paintings, t-shirts, back packs, kiddy rides and Kung Fu Panda references. The city is home to the Chengdu Research Base of Giant Panda Breeding and people here are absolutely crazy about pandas. (Like this giant atop a building on Chunxi Road.)
Month: July 2016
The familiar yellow “falling prices” arrow greeted us at the door of the closest Wal-Mart one rainy day. The three Chinese characters used for Wal-Mart are pronounced Wo-er-ma. These characters were only chosen because the sounds they represent approximate the sound of the words Wal-Mart. (If they were literally translated it could mean either “rich like that” or “irrigate you”. Stateside, Wal-Marts are often a culture unto themselves, and we thought visiting one here would be an interesting country to country comparison.The color scheme, sign-age, and layout, initially all felt so familiar. But we did not have to shop long before we noticed little oddities. Not big things at first – not things that made you feel like you were not in the U.S. – no, more just like a slightly alternate dimension. For example: when did Nestle start making Cheerios?
Roaming the city streets and riding the busses we see a lot of faces. We are constantly wondering; where people are going, what is going on in their lives, where do they work, where do they live? It is dizzying to attempt to comprehend the incalculable number of events, in a city (proper) of eight million, that brought any one individual to that exact point in space at that exact moment in time, where we also happen to be – to take note of them and that moment. Sometimes I can capture these moments with the camera.
Our 1200 mile trek inland from Shanghai to Chengdu by fast train started at 4:45 am by fast taxi. The driver picked us up at our hostel right on time and hurtled through the early morning dark, weaving, honking, accelerating, and braking. It was a Sunday morning and, as we rode, we got to catch a glimpse of the weekend nightlife – just before it had to face the sunrise. We got in line with everyone waiting for the station to open to catch the first trains out for the day. The train station reader boards were not as universally readable as the subway system or international airports and we spent a lot of time squinting at boarding platform designations and figuring out the Chinese characters for “departing” “gate” and “security screening”. Our train was one of the modern fast rail lines and it felt much more like a roomy jet inside than a train. It made the trip in about 14 hours traveling at a speed of 200 kph, (124 mph!) We hurtled through farmlands, over the mountains, through tunnel after tunnel and over bridge after bridge. We flew through torrential rain storms, fog, and even saw a little blue sky. Most of the trip the outside of our window was too wet or fogged up to take a worthwhile picture, but I was able to capture just a little of the mountainous countryside, farms, and dwellings in these pictures.The intense green, terraced fields and immaculate gardens were so much the imagery we associate with China. It was beautiful! Having worked in agriculture and planted gardens myself I could really appreciate all the daily work those fields and crops represent.The day ended the same way it started – careening through the dark in a taxi! This driver had all the weaving, honking and braking skills of his counterpart in Shanghai but he accomplished it all while simultaneously chatting casually with his dispatcher over his (definitely not hands free) cell phone. He dropped us off with pin point accuracy and we met the couple we would be house sitting for and, of course, Moose and Matti!