It gets even worse. Despite the cold we decided to walk around Beijing but unfortunately the weather was typical Beijing Grey. As a result our photos are lackluster and our hopes to take panoramic pictures form the top of hills overlooking the Forbidden City were dashed.
We tried to salvage the day by having lunch in Ho Hai. We ended up going to the “No Name” restaurant, which unlike the bar from which it takes its name, has to advertise. There was a sign outside the door and a sign directing you down the alley to the restaurant. It seems the restaurant business relies on a little more than ‘word of mouth’. Hyemi and I were the only people in the restaurant at lunch time.
It is now 6 AM on the first of January 2006. For reasons I don’t entirely understand I’m forcing myself to blog. I may devote the entire day tomorrow (today) to blogging and looking for work and catching up on my email. Or I may just play Civilization III, who knows. Regardless, I’m forcing myself to post something about today’s extra long day in China.
I walked around the Forbidden City and was in a considerably better mood than last time I was in the neighborhood. Despite that I’m still far from well, and still feel the same way as a result of the treatment I received at the hands of my MBA classmates.
I went to a New Year’s Party given by the some Danish classmates. Consequently it seemed almost every Dane in the city was at the party. There were also several Poles and at least one Russian. I was the lone Canadian. It was rather amusing that in the heart of communist China there was only one Asian, Anders girlfriend. Anders wasn’t even there having gone back to Sweden. Despite being a far from bi-lingual Canadian it fell to me to say a token word or two to Ander’s girlfriend who is studying French.
Today was also the first time I’ve gone to a Chinese dance club. I went to Babyface with the Poles. The music on the main dance floor was abusively loud. In the side room which featured “hip hop”… I would describe the music there as heartless, soulless, thump. Once a song came on with a sample from Chill Rob G’s “The Power”. I was probably the only person in the place who knew this.
Ordering a drink was odd. Despite sitting at the bar, I had to tell a random Chinese guy in a dark suit what I wanted. He then buggered off with my 100 quai. He eventually came back after much worrying by myself and gave me my change which always seemed to be 5 quai less than it should. I then further tipped the dude 5 or 10 RMB because I was so happy to get both my change and a drink. This was probably the first and only time I’ve ever tipped in China. It ensured better serviced when I went to order my second drink, that is for sure.
Some time earlier, when my Mac was still busted, Hyemi and I went to the Lama temple and the Bell & Drum towers. So I’ve included some pictures from that outing because today’s pictures were so crap!