Makkou!

I had been bloody annoyed to find out I had a five hour layover in T2 because my card only allows me access to (six) lounges in T1 as I found out on the way over. Had I checked that at time of booking I may well have chosen differently. I was even more annoyed as after going past duty free and through immigration, everyone had to stop in some large area. A large sign in the hall said “San Francisco” and I knew I didn’t want to go there (nothing against the place). I asked the woman and she said I had to wait for the sign saying “Toronto” to turn up. But I told her I’d just come from Toronto and she responded with some rather quick words I didn’t quite understand, but there was no way I was going to admit that, so I thanked her and sat down, hoping I wasn’t doing anything stupid. I worked out the city names must mean where you’ve come from, and that somehow they were limiting the number of people going through customs and security, but had it not been for my pride I would have been in greater comfort during the wait.

Indeed 20 minutes later “Toronto” turned up and there was a big rush for customs. I laughed internally (well I had over four hours till my connection) and let them queue, while catching up with stuff on the phone. Annoyingly, when we landed I was not able to get a data signal, so had to wait till inside the terminal, but was bloody glad I had a Chinese SIM in order to receive the wifi code. But by the time I put my head up again the queue had vanished literally. I went up to where it had started and there was a woman with a kid arguing about going through but her arrival flight hadn’t been called yet, even though her connection was in 50 minutes. I felt a bit sheepish when I was let through because I’d come from Toronto, and wanted to let her take my place.

But my biggest moment of chagrin came during security. The woman in front of me had a duty free bag laden with liquids of all sizes and had no problem going through security. Hang about. Wasn’t it just three weeks ago we came in to the same airport with duty free and were told to check it in? I suppose the main difference was that this time for some reason my bag was going straight to Nanning rather than us picking it up. But still, I had had to put back two bottles of booze plus some perfume I’d got for Tan’s birthday in the duty free in Toronto because the woman there had said they don’t have an agreement with Guangzhou. Poppycock! It’s not like security were checking where you were from and selectively allowing liquids (in a sealed bag too) according to that. Bloody hell I could have got some from the duty free half an hour ago if I’d known. If I’d have been more awake I may have said something but I sithed inside for longer than is healthy.

Usefully, the board showing departures told you to the nearest 10 metres how far away your gate was, so I worked out that in order to get to gate B267 for a boarding time of 9.30 I would have to walk the 870 metres at about ¼ kph, or about ⅙ mph. But I also realised with my heavy backpack with two laptops and a change of clothes I’d be better off doing normal speed. There were not even people waiting for the previous flight by the time I got there so I ate a breakfast of a sandwich taken from the previous flight before calculating I’d need something more substantial very soon. So it was off to one of the various modern establishments where I had a very agreeable bowl of wonton soup with a brown boiled egg and “Chinese Medicine Tea” (she seemed surprised at my choice, but otherwise it was sugarful cola or orange juice).

Second breakfast

But there were still two hours to go. Funnily Andge had woken up at 1.45am his time after dreaming he was half cockroach, half woman, and had to kill the bad women. Luckily (not for her) he managed to kill the bad women, before a woman in a red dress turned him off with a switch in his neck (even though I don’t think he’s watched Humans). Awl had awoken during this time and we got into a chat which, maybe unbeknownst to them got me through a decent half-hour chunk of waiting, during which Awl reminded me of the forks I’d used to gouge his eyes out years ago, and then Andge left us on a precipice by linking the forks to Derby before going offline. The fear is he’ll never remember why and we’ll all live in ignorance.

Despite trying to quell any existing fear of flying by watching the planes take off every 30 seconds or so, the hard seat I was at was not doing my back any good, as pretty much since I’d got to Guangzhou it was seizing up and really giving me gripe. I walked about for a bit and saw a load of those massage chairs. These were a little smaller than what you normally see, and didn’t have the large armrests. If only for the softness I sat myself down and it was somewhat more comfortable than than the previous alternative, even if the USB charger didn’t work. There was an English-speaking Chinese mum and her daughter trying out various ones but not able to get them to work. Each chair had a QR code on it and I supposed you needed to use some app to pay to get it working. A few minutes later another Chinese woman in another massage chair psst’d me and it took a while before I realised she was psst’ing in my direction. I couldn’t make out what she was saying so walked over, where I saw she was actually using the machine. She told me you got eight minutes for free if you scanned it with WeChat. Ok, let’s give it a go. I chose the chair next to her in case of problem and found the “Scan QR Code” part of the app. I had to install some internal 3rd party app inside WeChat but a few seconds later something started moving behind me. It moved up a few inches then moved down and then stopped. I could see a counter in the app counting down from 8 minutes but bugger me if I could get it working again, and that would have used up my free trial.

Disappointed, I found another chair but this time after scanning the QR code there was a message on the phone to the effect that it was broken. Destined to a non-massage I went back to the original chair I had sat in and with no expectation scanned it, only to find that this time the eight minute timer was back and it started! Wow, it was really strong and absolutely worked like a charm, almost as if it was responding to all the parts I wanted worked on (well, I didn’t get too imaginative). From the base of the back, all up and down the spine, pulling out and pushing in, up to the neck, oh the neck, squeezing then pushing up as though to alleviate all the pressure in the vertebrae.

After the eight minutes I almost needed a break, but cheekily thought to try it again. No way, it somehow must have known that the previous time was a false start. But I hit upon a good idea; I took a photo of the QR code and sent it to Xixi, asking her to get mama or Leilei to scan it on their WeChat. I knew Xixi was up as I’d already been chatting with her (luckily they are no longer going to bed post-midnight). Pretty much as soon as I received the IM saying mama had done it it snapped into action again. This time I just closed my eyes oblivious to the fact that anyone in the airport could have taken my hand luggage without me being any the wiser.

Then I got a little greedy. Although Tan had said she could pay directly from her WeChat account I thought we might as well use up the trials. So next was Leilei to scan the code and I got another eight minutes. By this time there were a few other people sitting on the seats, mostly foreigners, and they must have been wondering how come I was getting so much. Well it was getting close to 9.30 so I sent the QR pic to Leilei and got Xixi to scan it for one last decadent octaminute. By the 26th minute I’d had enough and it was getting painful but stupidly I sat it out till the end of the 32nd minute. At least with a human you can tell them the amount of pressure you prefer.

The QR code I used four times - anyone with WeChat could scan it and cause it to start working which could be interesting if someone was sitting in it and not expecting it....almost worth creating a new WeChat account for if at the airport with some time to spare

The time to board had eventually come but the plane to board clearly had not. Although there was no mention of any delay it was patently clear there would be. After all that massaging I was starting to drop off in the chair, so much so that I’d put an alarm for 9.25 just in case. But 10.10 came around and still no sign of any official delay. By this time I was getting a little annoyed. My body clock was 10pm and I was tired. I made what was maybe not a great decision and bought some dried fish and a can of Heineken as the flight would be my only chance to sleep before getting to Nanning and Pingguo. I chugged it in the loo in about four minutes and it was actually very refreshing, and I came out slightly less annoyed about the delay. Until that was I got to B267 to find no-one there. In the 12 minutes I’d been away surely the plane had not arrived and deplaned the passengers, taken the new ones, and gone. Even Easyjet can’t turn it around that quickly. The sign was for another flight in an hour, with no mention of Nanning, and I started to wonder if I too was in a bit of a dream. I walked around various other gates until I realised that with the hundreds of gates in the airport there was not a great chance I’d find Nanning, until I happened upon a departure board I’d not noticed before. “B62 - 南宁 - Gate Closed”. Shit. Could it really be? The logical side of my brain said “no” but the tired and ever-so-slightly tipsy side said “could be” so I hustled along to find B62 downstairs almost exactly below B267, and with people in full swing of boarding..

All in all it was thankfully one of the most nondescript flights I’ve taken; I didn’t even go to the loo. And although didn’t exactly manage to sleep I arrived at the edge of nodding offness by German counting, which I never made into double figures before dissolving into parallel worlds and voices in my head.

Based on the fact we arrived 70 minutes late, I was probably right not to have booked a train to Pingguo. Although in retrospect I might as well have booked four afternoon trains just in order to get one as when I got to the train station, tired, sweaty und indubitably smelly, the ticket machine wouldn’t let me buy a ticket. Annoyingly it confirmed that there was one place left, but I think because I didn’t have a Chinese ID card it probably didn’t want to play ball. Having said that I asked a local and they couldn’t see what the issue was with the machine. It meant I’d have to try the dreaded queues and probably miss my place.

It was all the more frustrating as I couldn’t get online on my phone for more than a minute and when I did ctrip was saying the train was sold out but the sign above the queue didn’t, even though it did for other trains. So I didn’t even know if it was worth queueing. Indeed it was bloody sold out when I finally got to the end of the queue, and the next one wasn’t till around 6pm so I bought the ticket anyway as if to justify having queued for it. But I had four hours to wait so I decided to go to the underground station to cool down. Then I happened upon a reasonable idea - why not try the coach station? Online was giving me all sorts of inconsistent information regarding times so I thought I’d just turn up. This is something I wouldn’t have done with my suitcase a year or more ago where it would take an hour to get there in an unairconditioned bus, but now I was in the underground station so I could get there in seven stops in the cool cool air.

Twenty minutes later I was walking into Xixiangtang bus station to find that the next bus to Pingguo was in nearly an hour. Well, not perfect but it justified coming here. There wasn’t much to do while lugging around a suitcase so I walked outside and perched on a wall next to two of those ubiquitous shops selling food. I caved in and got a slightly chilled Li Quan but it was most refreshing. As was the second.

Back in the station some bloke came up to me and asked if I was “Makkou”. I thought for a bit told him I was sorry but I didn’t think I was. So he said “ah” then started looking at his phone, and a few seconds later he showed me a picture of myself with some mates in Pingguo from a year or so back. Then he mentioned A Wu and I suddenly remembered him having said “Makkou!” to the great amusement of his friends at the time. I hadn’t realised it was a reference to me, and it’s not a word in Mandarin, so must have been the local language. Anyway we had a brief chat and I tried to pretend that I remembered having had a drink with him but it was another less than honest utterance. But I did need a wee so changed the subject to that and we found the loo somewhat further away than I would have expected for a bus station and went in together, which I found a bit weird.

I was secretly rather glad he didn’t insist on talking to me for the journey, and tried some shuteye after still not having any internet. As we got out 90 minutes later in Pingguo the bloke told me to wait as another mate was coming to pick us up. So I got an appreciated and unexpected lift in the mate’s tiny car, whom I recognised. They told me to eat with them at Boss Zhou’s so after a necessary shower I grabbed the diandongche and got there mid meal to great smiles and laughter and “Makkou!”.

I did need to get the kids so picked them up from A Xia’s shop then took them to Boss Zhou’s while I finished my conversation and meals, before focusing back on parenting duties and taking the kids back home to wash and bed and I was in bed myself by 10.45pm for the first time in this country in a long time.

Goodbye China for a few days

I woke up at 6am after three hours’ kip and feared closing my eyes would be an expensive mistake so got up and went for breakfast. Normally for breakfast in a cheap hotel in the UK you would at least be able to find scrambled eggs but here it was just noodles and other stuff I have just not got used to eating for breakfast. No meat but there were boiled eggs at least. And no coffee, which really got me annoyed as Chinese tea is an afternoon drink. So I didn’t stay long and walked the three minutes to the airport bus place and ended up at the airport at 9.35am for a 12.30pm flight. As it was, the woman at the desk was clearly new and everything took ages.... By this time I was really starting to need to go to the loo in a way I’ve only ever felt in Pingguo before. It got to the stage that it was so painful I asked if I could go then come back but she didn’t answer. I was too embarrassed to ask again but nearly ran there instead. Finally after copious phone calls the boarding passes materialised and I walked as straightly as I could to the closest loo that I had been eyeballing for 20 minutes.

Of course once inside I went for the first door that showed it had a normal loo rather than a squatter, but in there the door didn’t lock. The next one’s seat had gone AWOL, and the same for the third. After that it was just squatters. So I went back to the first thinking that the embarrassment of having the door opened on me shitting was less worse than my shitting myself outside. I put my heavy carry-on bag against the door to stop it opening of its own accord, and this seemed to do the job as I relieved myself of the effects of Nanning bbq.

I took my time to rise

Then I realised I could actually lean over a bit and hold my hand against the door lest someone should still try to open it, and got a bit of merriment from the warnings written on the door. All in all one of my better Chinese public toilet excavation moments.

The lounge at landside at Nanning has the main advantage of having its own security, effectively being a fast track channel with a nice waiting area. As there was no reason to wait around in the lounge, and there is now one on airside I just went through security there. I found the new lounge and to my expectation there was no booze in the fridge, as seems the way for any airport in China now that is not Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou. But at least I was flying to Guangzhou, and it was still the morning. No sooner had I sat down and seen a Westerner for the first time in a while, than annoyingly my flight was called, so I grabbed a couple of bottles of the least sugary fizz I could find and went to board.

A couple of hours later I was in the shiny new part of Guangzhou’s T2 building. The next flight was at 3.30pm and I’d pretty much resigned myself to missing it, given I’d have to go through immigration. My main concern was that there was no other direct flight to Toronto so it could mean stopovers, meaning more time and more landings, which I don’t like, after having just had one. But the flight here had taken off 10 minutes early and the shiny new terminal didn’t have any queues so by about 2pm I was in the right area. I even had time to visit the lounge. Well, it was true I had time but when I got there I found my card wasn’t valid there. The bloody terminal was so new Priority Pass hadn’t set anything up yet according to the woman at the desk.

Damn, I’d had three hours’ sleep, just got off a flight with a bit of stress about missing a connection, and now couldn’t have a customary G&T before a 15 hour flight. I did at least grab a bottle of Bombay Sapphire for the other side, and noticed they had Esse cigarettes, a reminder of Beihai with the boys in 2013...gosh was it already five years since then? I sent a picture of the fags to Andge and Awl and for some reason they were both up and said to get them. They also advised me to go to a cafe or shop and grab a beer - an idea I hadn’t entertained as I was 98% sure I wouldn’t find anything. But to my surprise I was able to get a can of Qingdao (miss-spelt “Tsingtao” on the cans) for 10 kuai.

Esse

Tsing-tao - actually a Wade-Giles transliteration so not really miss-spelt

With that my flight was called so I finished off and went to queue. But it was one where the queue hadn’t started moving and was massive, so I sat down at a small fast food place where to my surprise they also had Qingdao, but this time for 11 kuai. I didn’t argue, and enjoyed watching the queue not move while getting jealous glances from some of the people in it. Then I realised I’d need a wee so found the bog next to a small shop which also had beer! I got one for the journey and to use up spare change. 15 hours was about three more than what I’d done before but the lack of sleep with a couple of beers and some Phenergan allowed nearly half of them to be slept through. Though it was a particularly turbulent flight, the drug of tiredness ushered away many of the concerns that normally accompany it.

The route pretty well went over the top of the world, narrowly avoiding the arctic

Sweaty backs and off to Nanning

Yang Haiwei had told me there was a ping pong competition this morning and indeed it was true. I turned up at 10am as had been asked and was clearly one of the first. As I arrived there was a carload of people looking foreign in the sense that they didn’t know where to park. I was about to shout to them that they could park anywhere they wanted when Haiwei came and shouted the same thing before me. They were the team from another town an hour or so outside Pingguo.

As not all had turned up I managed to get quite a bit of practice in with locals and non-locals. To my shame I didn’t recognise which were which and knew that for the locals I’d probably played them before and should really have known them. So I kept any conversation focused on the game itself and not idle chit-chat, until one of them let it slip they were home or away. Although I’d brought a bottle of water with me that was gone within minutes, and within just a few minutes more I was gasping in the 10:30am heat. I found a water dispenser only to discover it had been a long time since it had dispensed any liquid. Then I asked someone, who pointed to this same water dispenser, and I nearly had a go at him. Then someone else motioned towards a cardboard box. Or maybe he motioned toward it. A bit like while or whilst, but whereas I am a “towardser” rather than a “towarder”, I am a “whiler” rather than a “whilster”. I suppose it doesn’t matter but I’d like to be consistent.

But what was within that box was loverly...bottles and bottles of crisp cold water, and I cherished the few seconds of relief one gave me, despite the head pains from drinking too fast. I grabbed another and was up for a bit more practice.

As I was enjoying myself I decided to stay another night in Pingguo rather than go to Nanning tonight for the plane tomorrow. But at 3.51pm I checked online to find there was no early train so thought bugger I’d better get one tonight after all. I had the app Ctrip on my phone so it was easy to book a hotel in Nanning, but the train tickets, although as easy, wanted an extra 30 kuai on top of 45 for ticket as a booking fee and I said “no!”.

For the £3.50 or so it was I should have said “yes”, as I had to call Tan to find where I could buy train tickets. She exploded into a rage that translated as “why are you buying stuff last minute you can’t buy tickets at this time are you stupid?” But I’d checked there were plenty of spaces on Ctrip, not to mention plenty of trains these days - I’d planned to get the 8.38pm but there was another train seven minutes later if necessary. That didn’t seem to go down too well. It was impossible, apparently, and that was that. Ok it was my fault for asking her as she’d probably not bought tickets in the last few years (despite having told me there was a place opposite our house that sold them). I made my excuses at the ping pong competition, and rode out under the heavy skies to find the ticket shop. I got to the parade of shops just as the heavens let loose and I jumped to the shelter of the first shop I came to. It was a pet shop. Not the most likely to sell train tickets, so I took a chance and went next door to a...well an establishment of some kind, and it didn’t sell animals. I walked in and asked if I could buy a ticket to Nanning, and instead of looking at me like I was a wally, the woman just said I should go two doors down. I duly did and found a place with a big freezer in the front selling lollies, and a cash desk surrounded by a metal cage. I had no idea where I was but asked if I could buy a ticket to Nanning and they said of course and a show of my passport later I had the 45 kuai ticket in my hands. Yes, I’d saved 30 kuai, at the cost of an extra journey, an angry woman, and now getting completely soaked on the 30 second journey home…. Will I learn from this? No.

At least Tan had told me we were to meet with her friends and some of their husbands at 5.30pm at some restaurant not far from ours. So I did the soaking journey home as it was already 5pm and I hadn’t packed. Packing took no time, but I needed some provisions for the route, and luckily the rain had subsided so I rode to the local chau shi and got some stuff and liquid refreshment. By the time I was home the sun was back out and it was pretty blooming moist outside in more ways than one. I reckoned the restaurant was a 15 minute walk away and could not justify taking a san lun che such a short distance, so walked with my backpack and large suitcase. A block later I’d already regretted the decision, as my back was already soaking. It would have cost me all of 5 kuai to take a san lun che. Will I learn from this? Actually I’m thinking I bloody well will now.

The new (at least for me) underground shopping mall where you can escape the weather, but also the charm, of Pingguo

It was good to catch up with a load of Tan’s friends after a year, and some of the dads who seemed to come and go. I commented on how the kids were getting bigger and realised I was sounding like a grandparent. It got to 7.30pm and Lao Pan said she’d take me to the station, which although I was grateful for, I wanted to put off for half an hour as the train wasn’t till 8.38pm. But everyone seemed to agree that you couldn’t take a chance as there would be queues etc. So after saying my goodbyes to the kids and friends I got into Lao Pan’s car and five minutes later was being let off at the station. I did appreciate it really.

Although the journey was only 45 minutes, I thought it would be reasonable to get a beer for it, so went to the new shop just outside the station. But to my dismay although there were fairly expensive fruit juices there was nothing in the way of beer. I even asked at the till and the lady confirmed that. I also had the wherewithal to ask if I could get a beer inside the station and she replied in a similar negative. Rather than asking why, I walked out knowing that there was nearly an hour before my train and not a single person in the security queue to get in the station.

So I walked down past the poor san lun che drivers. Poor because now Pingguo, among (or amongst) all other places in China, is now covered by Didi Che, a sort of Uber that is incredibly convenient and paid for via WeChat. Almost everyone I know uses it now, and has the advantages of air-con and proper cover when it’s raining. Damn I’ll really miss san lun ches when they eventually go. I walked past them as I was looking for a “normal” shop to get a beer from, but there was none. So I ended up at a restaurant and asked for one there. They only had Snowflake but at 8 kuai I wasn’t going to argue, and with 45 minutes till my train I wasn’t going to bring it with me. The bloke brought me a chair and I sat watching not a lot really...just some old bloke that ended up being the boss’s dad, and had a short conversation with him. But it whiled away the time until I decided to get into the station. Security should have been a breeze but they spotted something in my suitcase. I was worried it was the glass bottle but they said no it was something else. We kept digging in and didn’t find anything so they gave me a nice comment about my Chinese and I was on my way. I did make use of the internal shop to get the least sugary drink I could find to mix with the stuff that was in the bottle in my suitcase.

As I was waiting for the train I saw to my dismay that it had been delayed by 12 minutes. Then I heard some English words and a young bloke standing next to me was asking me something. It turned out he was working in exports and I suppose just wanted an opportunity to speak some English. We managed a reasonable conversation and I made sure not to language-bully him, just occasionally changing to Chinese when it was obviously difficult. We left with a shaken hand rather than exchanging WeChat ids for a change.

At Nanning the underground seems to be working now, but how I got overground to the hotel 40 yards away I couldn’t fathom. I ended up walking a good 200 yards to the left and the same back after finding somewhere to cross the bloody road. I wouldn’t have minded but by now my dry shirt was once again sweat-ridden. Sadly, the highlight of the day was the conversation with the hotel receptionist (a bloke), who spoke to me from the start in Mandarin and I really appreciated it. As it wasn’t too late I went for a walk to Zhong Shan Lu but wasn’t in the mood to force myself to find someone to eat with there, so headed back and found a small pavement bbq with three ladies with a baby eating there. I was quite impressed that the mother of the child was openly breastfeeding, though I turned away as soon as I saw she was, and realised I may look like something of a pervert having chosen to sit opposite them. But I was stuck waiting for my bbq so got my phone out and focused on that. It was a good bbq but disrupted by a huge spider clambering past me on the wall. As there were ladies present I contained myself as much as I could and didn’t make much of a noise. But I stuffed the last of my bbq and paid up quickly to make it back to four walls and a ceiling.

There were loads of yellow and orange bikes (I mean yellow bikes and orange bikes, not multi-coloured) strewn about littering the pavement...apparently some bike-sharing thing but they don't seem to be looked after at all

For some reason I didn’t sleep till 3 bloody am.

Hot foot wash leak

Up at 12.40, which was a bit later than I could really excuse, other than the fact I was on holiday. Except that I had to catch up on work for most of the rest of the day. But in the evening one of Haiwei’s friends pinged me to go and eat with them...I’d met them last year at Haiwei’s reunion so thought “why not?” of course, so went to their shop, the coordinates of which they’d send on WeChat. I tried to work out what they actually sold there, and worked out it was something between beauty products and medicine. My bullshit feelers started tingling but I thought better of it, and some woman started cooking just outside the shop on a stove, and we drank tea inside the shop to the accompaniment of air conditioning.

Damn I still have two bottles of whisky I need to give away...

It was actually quite a nice meal, especially the fried sweetcorn, and refreshingly no beer. It also gave me the opportunity to chat with new people, and people who didn’t really know me so couldn’t “translate” local language to a version of Chinese I understood.

Later in the evening I noticed a foot wash/massage place opposite, and asked if it was any good. They said the one next door but one was new, but better. Then they said that they hadn’t actually been to the one next door but one, so they decided we would go to one that was tried and tested some distance away. It was late and it looked like they were closed but we’d called them and they were expecting us. Oh the water was boiling and I looked like a right wimp when I could barely put my feet in. But the ladies working there laughed and said I should not move my feet. I’ve had a few foot washes here but never had that advice. And strangely it sort of worked. At least when I tested the strategy by moving my feet it was torture so I managed to keep as still as a statue.

It was a lovely experience once I’d learnt to keep me feet still, and they did a full body massage for around half an hour until I heard a bit of a scream. It turned out one of the women working there had left the tap on since we arrived, and the place was nearly flooded. We had to wait a good 10 minutes while they dried it up, but it was a pretty funny interlude to a sort of weird evening I hadn’t been expecting.

Cleaning up after the overflow at the foot wash place

Abandoned hotel and dog

Jeepers what’s with my body clock? 4am and I was awake after three hours’ kip. Actually I was able to be a little useful for work which was good. Then I grabbed the glass of 0 calorie lemonade I’d poured before going to bed before realising it was no longer 0 calorie thanks to the smidgeon of vodka I had poured into it thinking it was a good idea at 1am. “Sod it”, I thought, as I’d already had half of it. I sipped the rest of it expecting to be back asleep at 4.30, but of course that didn’t happen. So I did a little more work and went out for a jog soon after 7am. I stopped off at Lu wen’s to drop off my bag of table tennis bat and money and keys, and said I’d be back in a bit.

I set off on a circuit of the guangchang and had got no more than halfway when I came across my friend Yang Liangwen who put his hand up to say “halt!”. He’s the one who now doesn’t really like running, and he told me we’d walk together. I was in no mind to argue, and we spent the next half an hour walking and chatting. We were both postulating about how to deal with the 15 hour flight I’ll be taking as part of my journey to Toronto on Sunday. I must admit I’m not looking forward to it at all, but work beckoned.

Bumping into Yang Liangwen

Then he left me to go to work so I managed a small jog back to Lu wen’s for breakfast, and again he would take no payment, so I sat outside watching the world go by in a cocktail of tiredness, semi-hangover, and humidity, not really caring what time of day it was. I went inside and watched an entire episode of Peppa Pig with Lu wen’s young kids before even realising it was in Chinese then I made my excuses and left. I half-heartedly went to the old people’s leisure centre but even though it was 8.15 there was no-one playing ping pong. So I just carried on walking for a bit before I got to Pingguo International Hotel. At least it was, and the building still is. But for over a year it’s been out of business and just left, as it was the last day it was open for business.

Another beef noodle breakfast at Lu wen's

There was no-one there so I walked inside the open doors. It was eerie. I walked to the bar I’d been to about 10 years ago where we ordered Cointreau and whisky (not mixed together) and I saw that there were still full wine bottles behind the bar. I climbed the stairs to the big reception area and found another bar with full wine and beer bottles behind it. If it hadn’t been for the pungent musty smell it could have been just an hour or so before opening time; the tables were dressed and the chairs laid out in four rows of three around them in 90 degree angles.

I felt I shouldn’t be there, but dared myself to walk up one more flight of stairs to where the guest rooms were. The musty smell got worse, and I started imagining there may be a room with something awful inside. I looked up and down the corridor and suddenly felt I was in that hotel in The Shining. But I pulled myself together and peeped into a couple of rooms. They were actually meeting rooms and again, there could have been people coming in the next few minutes as there was a projector and sound system there. But probably nobody had walked in here for 18 months. Except for a cat I met on a red chair who looked very comfortable indeed.

I made sure I didn't shinny

Lots of full bottles of booze I wasn't tempted to check

Devoid of life and reminded me of The Shining

Instructions that, if everyone in the hotel only understood English, would cause more harm than good!

It was a bit of a relief to go back downstairs and outside, though would have been less scary in a different state of mind. I walked slowly back home realising that I had time to do this, and this was my little luxury.

Back home the kids were still not up but I changed that eventually, and managed to get Xixi to go out with me to get some jiao zi for lunch, and brought some back for a lazy Leilei.

I really really needed a decent siesta and was just preparing for one when Tan said there was a bloke coming at “2ish” to fix the air-con in the main bedroom. 2ish in English means “around 2, probably a bit later”, but in Chinese means any time after lunch, probably today. So I was fairly confident in my siesta chances but this bloke rang the doorbell at 2.30 just as I was nearly dropping off.

I should not be ungrateful of course. We needed to get the air-con fixed. But he decided he needed to access the outside unit from my study, and for that he would need to go outside. I remembered when we got the air-con installed so many years ago, and the bloke attached himself to a rope. But as soon as I found the keys for the window bars, this bloke leapt out, and clambered over an existing air-con unit like it was an assault course, albeit 14 tall floors up. I could hardly look, except to take a couple of photos. But he identified, and fixed the problem, partly by blowing into the pipe coming out of the unit. I was very grateful and when he told me it was 60 kuai, and I only had 100, I told him to keep the change, and to my great surprise he actually did.

Clambering

Walking over to our air-con to suck out the problem - the man does not get paid enough!

In the evening I was out with the kids when Lu wen texted me to eat dog as one does. I responded back “好的” as one does too. I had the kids with me and I knew they wouldn’t be particularly fond of dog, but Tan was out so didn’t have much choice. Dog. If only we ate dog in the UK or Europe we’d have probably found a euphemism for its meat like “pramb”, as a much more (cr)edible word than pig, sheep, cow, or dog. But to be fair we still call duck meat “duck” and chicken “chicken”. I suppose we draw the line at quadrupeds. I like how the Chinese (and possibly others) simply use the algorithm meat. It’s simple and tells you what you’re getting.

Anyway we got to Lu wen’s place at 9pm and he wasn’t there which was a bit strange. But he turned up a few minutes later with a big bag of what can only be described as pramb in English, plus some side dishes of chicken feet. Plus 12 cans of Snowflake beer at 2.5%. I did my best to get the kids interested in eating but was never really expecting them to take to dog so we ordered some bbq for them. They loved playing with Lu wen’s little daughter, who took a liking to Xixi’s slime she’d just got from the shenme dou you shop earlier in the day. So I popped across the road to get her a pack, which kept her very happy for a long while until I realised my kids were getting bored and tired. As I’d barely started talking with Lu wen I said they could go home as long as they showered and went to bed, and took them back to do that. I got them to start showering and left them there to get back to Lu wen.

The kids with Lu wen's youngest and her new pack of slime

It was good to catch up with Lu wen. Even though we have virtually nothing in common, we’ve known each other for 12 years now so we didn’t need to force a conversation. I was more concerned that there was more dog that I was able to eat and didn’t want to waste it. But ultimately I was flaking...we’d managed eight of the cans between us and even though it was the equivalent of two pints of Stella in an English pub I couldn’t really face any more, so we agreed to finish two more cans before I went home shattered while receiving an admonishing IM from Tan that I’d left the kids on their own in the flat. What? They’re 13 and 10, both with working mobile phones, and I was literally within a 30 second walk home, not to mention they could see me out of the window….

Simon and Garfunkel at Lao Tong Fried Chicken place

Somehow got up at 10.45am after six hours’ sleep. The kids were up too. It wasn’t raining for a change so soon after breakfast I took them out for lunch at the jiao zi place. Then we drove to yi xiao to get more fake Lego before I dropped them off at A Xia’s shop as Tan had requested. I got home but 45 minutes later got a call to pick them up as Tan was going to her dance class. When I asked yesterday when her dance class was she said Monday and Tuesday 8pm-9.30pm. What she didn’t mention was that on Wednesday and Thursday she had classes from 3pm-4.30pm…. I won’t even try to get an explanation…. As I’d left the dian dong che charging I prepared to walk down by spraying some suntan lotion on myself for almost the first time in Pingguo, thinking the sun would make up for its lack of effort yesterday. However, after a couple of minutes the clouds took over again and I realised it was a bit of a waste.

Xixi in the foreground and Leilei in the background enjoying some jiao zi for lunch

It took a bit of an argument but I persuaded the kids not to take a san lun che for the three minute journey home, but walk instead. It nearly didn’t work out as it started to rain again, but we were near a supermarket and I needed a toothbrush so we went in and came out with a bit more than just a toothbrush; one thing I’ve still not worked out is the difference between shampoo, conditioner, washing liquid, and fabric conditioner, and I’m ashamed to admit I go by the brands that I recognise. So this time it was Dove shampoo (unless they do other stuff).

I’d promised the kids lasers as one does and re-justified not taking the san lun che by stopping off at the shenme dou you shop by our house where they were duly bought, along with a swimming costume for Xixi. I was very tempted to get a Chinese globe for 99 kuai but realised it wouldn’t fit in my suitcase.

Rain was promised for the afternoon and you could see it coming. That meant no going out for a while, so Tan ordered some takeaway duck which arrived 20 mins later and everyone ate decent portions. It’s the first time in years we’ve actually sat as four people around the dining table and actually dined.

After dinner Tan took the kids to see Waipo and I stayed at home as I remembered Li Kun said we were going to the guitar bar again at 8pm, but I wondered if that was really true. 8pm came around and he hadn’t contacted me so I thought I was let off the hook and grabbed a shower after a miserly 20 press-ups. But at 8.20 he messaged me to say he was coming to pick me up so that was that. I had a little practice of The Boxer as I had an inkling I might be asked to play later.

Indeed it was the same bar as late last night, and Li Kun’s wife and daughter and a friend were there. They offered me the stage and I told them to bugger off and “maybe later” and did a gan bei, realising that 2.8% was not going to offer much Dutch courage in half an hour or so. Li Kun’s mate then got up and tuned the guitar on the stage, before performing a pretty rendition of some Chinese ballad. I was offered the stage again but just pointed to my beer glass. So Li Kun got up and drummed his way through four songs very well. But I still hadn’t drummed up enough courage, so the original bloke got back up and did another Chinese ballad.

Li Kun's wife and charming daughter, Ava (as I named her a few years ago)

Ok, why should I need to have a bellyful of beer for knocking out a couple of tunes to an audience of no more than 15, half of whom were playing cai ma in the back table? I got up and grabbed the guitar gently. I noticed that without the capo it was slightly out of tune so spent a few seconds getting it up to scratch. I hadn’t got a plan, only I wanted to finish with Sound of Silence, as Paul Simon had done just the other week in his farewell concert in Hyde Park I had the great pleasure of attending. So I started with The Boxer...it’s quite well liked internationally I think due to the Lie la lie chorus.

Then I realised I was really getting into it...despite a bit of a shaky left knee, I was starting to enjoy being the focal point for most in the room and having four people filming me at the same time. I banged out my favourite Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard, followed by Mrs Robinson, before, a bit emotionally, finishing with Sound of Silence, and got a nice round of applause. The beer tasted much better afterwards than beforehand.

I was home at a relatively early 1am and it didn’t take long to get to sleep after that.

Drinks with the water man and a visit to the guitar bar

Somehow I awoke at 12.40, meaning I must have had 10 hours sleep and therefore that it was jetlag and nothing else that caused it. Man it rained stair rods all day, unlike it used to back in the day. I mean it used to piss down for 15 minutes and that was it. But maybe I’m remembering when we used to be here after summer.

Sadly, and it was really sad, I had to do my expenses. Nearly £6k of them that I absolutely needed to after the last trip to Toronto and the recent booking for a few days’ time. It bloody took me all day as there is a new system. It’s supposed to be “intelligent” as you take a picture of the receipt with your phone and it works out what it was you were paying for. Somehow it took 2018 for 2008 and underestimated one receipt by shedloads, and I realised what a load of bollocks having separate currencies per country is. Luckily I noticed this one and updated it by 10 years and saw how much more the Canadian dollar was now worth against the UK pound. And that’s another thing...for an “intelligent” application, how come after scanning umpteen CAD receipts it still “intelligently” thinks you're scanning USD? The whole palaver took until evening meal time….

The kids didn’t fancy going with me to get food and I didn’t blame them as it was still peeing down, so I took the umbrella and walked to the jiaozi place. Tan could have ordered some takeaway to be delivered for 70 kuai but there is always far too much and it gets chucked away and costs four times what we want. So I got the usual three portions of jiao zi for 15 kuai and the kids happily ate them up for what was around £1.70 all in.

While I was getting the jiao zi I met the water man next door, who said we should meet up at 9pm as you do. By 7.30pm I’d done what expenses I could be bothered to do and texted him to say I’d be up for it (partly as due to the rain I couldn’t really go much further). He said cool, we could meet up when I was ready at 9pm. So for a rare occasion I did a personal “7”, which consisted of 20 pressups, 1 min plank, 10 pressups, 20 squats, 10 pressups, 30 second plank, 10 pressups, then finally 20 squats. It actually takes it out of you in this climate and I was glad I finished it. That was the only reason I was 20 mins late. That and maybe pouring a quick drink before the last set of squats.

I was really glad to see the water man as some of his mates were there too who I recognised from last year. I felt a bit bad not bringing something but it wasn’t noticed. They were more interested in catching up with me. We don’t even speak that much about the difference between our cultures...it’s more men’s bollocksy chat that sometimes after a day’s work you just need.

The water man on the left, and four other mates I should really know the names of (as I should the water man)

I tried to get them all to say "Hello Andrew" so I could send him the video but it turned into Chinese Whispers....well Chinese Shouting anyway

As I was ready to go, Li Kun contacted me to go to a bar to play guitar. Well, what could I do? Well I could certainly say I wasn’t going to play the guitar, but after making my excuses with the water man and friends I rode over there anyway. Most of the people there were a little the worse for wear, but it was great fun to catch up with Li Kun and play some cai ma. The woman who seemed to run the place was in good spirits and despite the “No Smoking” signs in her establishment flagrantly ignored them, as did almost literally everyone else who was male at least. She also played cai ma with me, which I was a little uncomfortable with, as the sexist inside me doesn’t like beating women. Unbeknownst to me my sexist had to hide behind a gallstone as despite her apparent inebriatedness, she metaphorically swept the floor with me, and had I spent a few more rounds it might not have been metaphorically.

Being the sensible soul I sometimes can be, I realised when enough was enough, and performed another round of gan beis, which was effectively my leaving do for tonight. Lord knows I’m still jetlagged but when I got home after 3am it didn’t take much for me to realise that my promises of coming tomorrow to play the guitar were not going to get much practise before sleep set in. Shit. Did I really promise I’d come back tomorrow to perform??

Back with Beihai Boss Huang and gan bei's

Thanks to my relatively early night I woke at 6.30am, then 7.40am, and then properly at 11.30am. Nice. I ate a portion of local jiao zi for lunch, and hoped the boss of the place might be a little bit more excited to see me. But thinking more about it why would she? I represent maybe 10% of a year of her clientele, even including the kids. I suppose I’m sort of hoping my skin colour means something but of course it doesn’t; I get charged the same as any other person.

Anyway, as it was a Monday I had to go and do the yearly ritual of registering myself and the kids. You would have thought after years of doing this it would be down to a fine thing. But of course it wasn’t. I even brought last year’s papers with me to expedite the process to no avail. The “big mama” policewoman of the last couple of years wasn’t here this year, so it was left to a couple of younger ladies. Like previous years I was invited behind the desks where the common people don’t generally go, and was offered grapes as per before. But this time they pointed to a camera in the corner of the room trained on some of the desks and suggested I moved closer to the wall to be out of its view. I happily agreed but wondered what video they’d already taken of me. It took an hour, but eventually they registered us, and the girl confirmed she had my Wechat account from last year so she would get in contact with me in case of any problem (very official I’m sure, but she showed my out messages from last year).

Yang Haiwei rang me again to invite me out to eat with his family. He is really keen to get his 17 year old son talking better and to be fair over the last couple of years he’s really come on, hopefully thanks in some small part to me. So we had a great meal in an unceremonious place, which I always prefer. Haiwei and I ended up cai ma’ing, and then I did so with some others from another table, which is not unheard of.

I had to complain at one stage that my glass was much bigger than others' - only when I did this did they accept it

Tan had a dance class from 8-9.30pm, so I had to pick up the kids at 7.30, but they didn’t really want to come with me so I started to take them home, but on the way stopped off at Boss Huang’s Seafood place, as I’d not yet seen him. He was incredibly happy to see me, and at once laid out plates etc. For once the kids actually ate something, which made me happy, while they also wolfed down canned tea. By now Haiwei was calling me asking where I was, so I took the kids home as Tan had finished her dance class. I got back to Haiwei and he and others were in high spirits and I gan bei’d more than I might have done on a normal school night. Eventually I left but for some reason at 1amish whatever it was I went home via Boss Huang’s again and stopped off for a couple more gan bei’s. Bloody hell, I want to make the most of my short time away from work and this was doing it. I got home 2ish shattered and didn’t wait long for sleep to engulf me.

Cai ma'ing with Haiwei's mates

First proper day in Pingguo in 2018

Jeez I just couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the hard bed, but I didn’t even manage a couple of hours. At least I’m not working and I’m somewhere where there is plenty of stuff to do. I got out of bed at 7am to get some breakfast, so went across the road to Luwen’s place for beef soup. It was a filling and fitting breakfast, after which I decided to sit outside and he came to join me to chat. I told him about the lack of sleep and he seriously suggested a beer. I laughed it off but he went inside and came back with two cans of Snowflake beer. I know he gets up at 4am generally but it must have been the morning even for him. I thought “when in Rome…” knowing that probably no-one in Rome or Pingguo was having a beer at 7.30am, but joined him for a surprisingly refreshing glass or two. In fact he wouldn’t let me leave till we’d finished both cans, but at 2.5% I wasn’t worried.

This view literally grows on me (while waiting for the lift) 

Luwen and I literally having a beer at 7.30am

I then popped in to the old people’s leisure centre to get a bit of practice, where I caught up with my friend Yangwen, and ended up staying till 10am by which time I was well and truly knackered. But after a shower I went and got the kids some breakfast. I wasn’t hungry for lunch and managed a patchy siesta from 1-5.30pm before going to see Waipo. For someone in her condition she seemed quite sprightly, even if she couldn’t get up by herself.

Waipo weak but with it and so happy to see grandkids

Afterwards Leilei went to get a haircut - I wonder where he gets his looks from

Yang Haiwei then invited me to go to bbq for a late evening meal and I couldn’t say no, as by now I was starving, so I left the kids with Tan and went for a slap up meal. Then A Wu called and I thought I should see him so Haiwei gave me a lift there around midnight. He was at some wine shop in the reception of a large new hotel with three other people all drinking brandy, except for A Wu who was on red wine. I fancied neither but they said there was nothing else. Then one of them grabbed some weak beer from the fridge and we chatted for a while. But only half an hour or so as I was flagging by now and they could see it, so A Wu gave me a lift back where I grabbed a relatively early night.

The new version of Li Quan beer this year - I'm happy to say it's really nice, and 2.8%

Going via Chengdu for a change

The new route to Chengdu was fine, despite, or because, I was behind the kids for the journey. Things went suspiciously well despite having to pick up luggage and re-check-in. I mentioned to the bloke we had two bottles of duty-free in our hand luggage and he said that was fine. Until we went to security. I mentioned to the lady that one of our bags had duty-free booze in it and she said not to take it out. Then after it was scanned they told me there were bottles in it (duh) but also that we’d have to check it in. I told them that it was sealed and that we never have to do this but they said the rules have changed. Well at least it felt like we were back in China. As everything else had already gone past security I decided to leave the kids on their phones with the rest of the carry-ons beyond security. Very annoyingly the free airport wifi didn’t work as you needed to receive an SMS with a code but none of us got a code. So I said I may be some time and went back downstairs to check in the carry-on bag that contained the bottles wondering what I’d have checked in had I not had a bag capable of carrying them. In fact that could have been a likely scenario as our only other bag was my laptop one. I can’t imagine them putting a baggage label around a plastic duty-free bag. Note for next time: always bring a sturdy carry-on bag with enough space for bottles.

Although we’d arrived nearly an hour late there was still time to go to the lounge at Chengdu. At least we thought so. Gate 170 ended up being travelator upon travelator along the sprawling mass that is Chengdu airport. It was quite modern and nice but I couldn’t help wondering if there was not a better way than simply walking in a straight line for what must have been over a mile. In fact I checked on Google Maps and it does appear to have been around 1300m, which after diversions for toilet breaks etc. was pretty much bang on a mile.

It was pretty much a mile

As Tan wasn’t with us and I could only get one “guest” in for free, I considered not visiting the lounge as we’d only be just over an hour. But the kids really wanted to even though there was little inside this, one of the numerous “First Class” lounges that were the size of a large living room and the only hot food they had was packs of instant noodles you had to put water on yourself. Still, Xixi had a whole pack, and they both munched their way through mini Oreos. Without much hope I asked the lady at the desk if there was any way around the wifi problem. She made a phone call, scribbled something down on a piece of paper, and handed it to me. I guessed it was the code that would have been sent to my phone, so asked if it would work for more than one device, and she answered in the affirmative. I thanked her profusely and went to our seats to try it out. The code was a simple “594” and of course it didn’t work. We all tried to no avail so I decided to put in Tan’s number and get the SMS sent to her and then turn on roaming data for her to send to me. As soon as I turned on data I got loads of messages asking where we were and if we were delayed. I could have asked why she didn’t look that up online but I didn’t, and messaged back to say we were fine and on time which is what she needed to hear. Then, within two minutes, I received a text telling me I’d reached 80% of my data for the month. Yikes. I turned off roaming data and went back to the woman at the desk who looked at me, then the paper, then proceeded to turn it upside-down to reveal the code “hb6”. I didn’t know whether to feel sheepish or annoyed it wasn’t clear, but laughed instead and was glad I hadn’t been in any way angry or accusative that the code wasn’t working before. We all got happily online afterwards and I’ll make a note of the code and the fact that we should not be too judgemental lest we be the ones at fault.

Surely it was 594??

At least it was Coca Cola Zero...

It was a pity there was nothing in the way of beer in the lounge, but I was too tired to worry after dealing with worrying about turbulence. Luckily this year the Chinese regulations appear to be less strict with the use of electronic devices in their skies so Leilei could 3DS while Xixi slept. Last year we couldn’t even charge such a device with a portable battery charger, let alone turn it on. This year airplane mode was actually acceptable. It makes total sense for international flights - what business person would choose a Chinese carrier for £100 cheaper if they couldn’t open their laptop for 12 hours? Hey, when I go to Canada in Air Canada I can even get wifi for the whole trip.

I did appreciate the western style toilet but only realised about the cover after I'd used it...

I managed a modicum of wakeful nodding off but never completely got there and was glad the flight was under two hours until we arrived in Nanning. Thankfully, after an eventless getting of luggage (including the duty-free) we were in two cars a few minutes later; Tan and the kids with Chuan Chuan in one, and A Heng, me, and the luggage in a Buick SUV. We stopped off for a “toilet break”, which was really a fag break, and as we’d been given bbq to eat in the vehicles I found a large can of Snowflake 2.5% in the shop and tried to pay for it but A Heng insisted. It was the perfect accompaniment to the bbq without any tipsiness. Despite the stop, A Heng said we’d be 20 minutes ahead of the ladies as we were going at a decent speed. Although we were 78km from home he said we’d be there in 30 mins whereas Google was saying 50, but I knew better than to comment on this. As soon as we’d paid the toll (40 kuai, the same as when it opened 12 years ago) we pulled over to wait for the girls. As I went for a wander I was told to get back in the car; apparently they’d already arrived at home and A Heng thought it was incredulous.

There was no going out for bbq at this late hour this year, so showers and straight to bed were on the cards. But I found a couple of cans of Snowflake beer I’d won last year and thoughtfully put in the fridge. Thankfully Tan hadn’t removed them so I had a couple of almost alcohol-free beers before setting up the phones and laptops with connectivity and hitting the sack at 3am.

15 years later for me at least...

We’d made the right decision to get a taxi all the way to Gatwick, despite Awl’s good idea of getting one to Croydon East then getting a train. That will be my plan next time I need to go alone though. Annoyingly we just got to the baggage drop-off queue in the middle of a group of secondary school kids, which meant we were delayed nearly an hour as even though we got to the end of the queue before half of them they were allowed to check in together. I couldn’t be too annoyed though, although I was when the gate in front of us, supposedly for first class only but had allowed loads of kids through, suddenly didn’t want us despite a dearth of first class passengers. I remonstrated with the woman a little and she didn’t seem impressed, but after her superior came over she reluctantly allowed us to check in there. Blimey it wasn’t a big deal. They could have saved time by allowing us to check in online but this is a new route to Chengdu so I gave them the benefit of the doubt.

Nearing the end of a slightly annoying queue

At least we had a couple of hours to spare, and Tan was already in China so we didn’t have the stress of a travelling woman. The kids had queued ok as they were promised the lounge and it didn’t disappoint as there were plenty of cake-like delicacies there. I satisfied myself with some soup and a bar service G&T. This has changed since the last time I was here; I suppose too many people had been pouring themselves quadruples in a sort of “last orders” mentality when their flights were at “Go to gate” status. But at least the kids got fed, Xixi stating that “airplane food is horrid”. I said “what?” and she just said she didn’t like it, but she knew what I meant...so she slyly said “aeroplane food is horrid”. I honestly don’t know if the kids’ Americanisations are from the media they consume or simply to rile me

Yay! We're in the lounge...

Last day 2017

Up at 7 and couldn't get back to sleep except for when I had slight hallucinations around 10am, after which I got up. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing spider-like shapes from the corner of a window behind lace curtains and it wasn't a nice experience. I'd semi-packed but wasn't too fussed...I had enough to take back and I could leave whatever I wanted here.

But now my leg was really hurting for the first time and I found it hard to walk. I manned up enough to take a shower and take off the bandage, but needed to lie down on the sofa in my office before I could face re-dressing it. By then it was nearly lunchtime and I was mindful that we were to be given a lift at 3pm to be in good time for our flight at 8.10pm from Nanning. So it was off to Waipo's for the last time and although there was no rice there, there were wan tuns that the kids ate. That meant I had leave to find something for myself...it would have been nice to have a final friend meal but I was knackered after four hours sleep and also needed the time to pack.

I got some bottles of pop for the car journey, and probably the last zero sugar shui bi I'd have here this year. I did find Luwen and said goodbye to him as he wasn't able to come last night due to being asleep. Then Tan rang to say she needed a belt for her 27k check-in luggage. 27k? You could have asked what the limits were. The kids and I did have a look in the luggage shop for such a belt but there was nothing forthcoming so for once we came back empty-handed on a shopping trip.

A Heng took us to the airport in an uneventful journey in the large Buick, and we had a thankfully little-turbulent one hour flight to Guangzhou. As we weren’t delayed we were able to take advantage of the decent grub and drink at the lounge there. I’m normally quite sad at this time but life moves quickly and each year it seems quicker that summer comes around and we’re back. Maybe it’s because each passing year is a smaller percentage of our lives so we just perceive it so, or maybe it’s just with the kids growing up so fast there’s always so much to do you don’t notice the time go by. A good incentive to keep busy if ever one was needed.

Leaving Pingguo for the last time in 2017

Some weird pinky hallway in Guangzhou that for some reason Xixi liked

Horrid bandage, lost money, nice Last Supper

Got up at a reasonable 2pm considering last night. Then moved to the study for a tad more until the kids went out. I felt a bit crap and couldn’t face looking at my dressing but did have a shower. Tan was out with the kids so I decided to go and meet them but I was advised to go to a chemist to remove my bandage first of all, and I took this advice. I went to the chemist across from our house and explained what had happened and they insisted on first removing the bandage. That proved to be a painful experience and I nearly fainted during the process and when I actually glanced at the wound. Then she started doing something weird and I wasn’t sure what, I jerked my leg away and nearly jumped the length of the room. The woman was simply laughing at me but I felt sick. I wouldn’t let her near my leg for a bit until she convinced me she wasn’t going to do anything painful. In the end she got a capsule, then opened it and poured the powder from it over some of the wound. I had no idea if this was valid medicine or quackery and I didn’t have the vocabulary to get understandable information. I let her re-dress the wound softly while she told me not to use the cream the hospital gave me. I didn’t even bother to argue, but bought some more bandage and tape for later. Then she said I should come back later for some milli-wave treatment...what?

Applying a capsule of powder on my wound

Lunch was a buffet, but I wasn’t really in the mood for food. So I took the kids afterwards and I thought I’d go to the pharmacy again just for the purposes of finding out what this milli-wave crap was. You put some apparatus around the place that needs treatment and apparently millimetre waves are output and this heals things. Some boy was already there with his mum and had his hand in some contraption that was doing the waves. I was told to hold some walkie-talkie sized thing close to my wound, but didn’t feel a thing. I let this go on for two minutes, while looking at the milli-wave advertisements (with a white doctor of course). Then I put the stuff down as the kids were getting a bit bored. We were about to go when the nurse caught us and told me I hadn’t had enough time. I was polite enough to lie and say we needed to go somewhere, and was glad she didn’t charge us for the “treatment”. I can only imagine the waves might have some heating effect but I didn’t feel it.

Back home I suddenly remembered I’d recently got a lot of cash out of the bank. I’d had over 3000 kuai on me if I remembered correctly, but didn’t now. I looked in the obvious places but it was nowhere to be seen. So then I called Tan to ask her but she’d not seen it. I then thought the worst and realised it could have got lost in the shenanigans of early this morning. But it was so much it was worth not giving up. I must have had the money in my trouser pocket at some stage, so I looked in the washing machine, in the hanging washing but they weren’t there. Once again I called Tan who told me she’d thrown them out. Thrown them out! How was she supposed to know I suppose…. Without much hope I went downstairs to see if perchance they were in the bin. Normally old women go combing these bins at regular intervals to pick out anything recyclable, and money certainly is. But lo and behold after less than a minute’s rummaging, during which any passers-by must have thought I was completely mad, I found a blood-stained plastic bag, which on further inspection I found contained my trousers and a pair of now-red shoes. What a relief to find the cash still there in the back pocket! I even thought of rescuing the shoes, but in the context they were not that important, and I wouldn’t have time to get them cleaned anyway.

Disgusting trousers in disgusting bin, but the contents were not so

Phew

Relieved, we went out to the funfair and it was deserted, but I let the kids have a couple of goes on the bumper cars, by which time a couple more people had arrived and joined us. Then for the last time this year we went to the exercise park by the stadium till it was time for me to start my Last Supper for this year. 

Once again, invitation messages were sent out the same evening and nearly every bloke could make it; Luwen, who starts at 4am, was a little tired. Tan was out so I had to take the kids, and they both sopped over Li Kun’s new baby daughter, who was incredibly cute. I got a call from Tan to take the kids back quickly as it was late (it was 10.30pm) and we had to leave tomorrow (not till late afternoon and everything was packed). I didn’t argue though, and popped them home before coming back. It was a nice meal with mates, though partly due to yesterday a bit more subdued than usual, but at least this year we got to eat outside. Another call from Tan before midnight to tell me the same information about tomorrow was equally unnecessary but I used it as an excuse to wind down the evening and say goodnight to my mates for another year. I did stay up a little too late when I got back though.

Leilei adored Li Kun's new daughter...

...as did Xixi

Li Kun at the Last Supper