So, after my second week's classes were done, I was finally ready to do some serious sightseeing. I checked maps for tourist sites I had not already visited in my two prior trips to Beijing, calculated subway routes, and prepared my knapsack with essential survival products (for example, t-paper for public restrooms).
Then it rained. They said it was the heaviest rain in Beijing in years. So I stayed in my neat little hotel room and worked on my new novel most of the day Thursday and Friday. I put in about 6 hours of original composition each day. The housekeepers came and went without incident (See previous post). By Saturday morning, I wanted to do something, anything so I wouldn't waste these days completely. I decided to return to Wangfujing Avenue, which is a tourist street in the heart of Beijing. If it rained, I could at least be able to spend the hours browsing in one of the two large bookstores there.
Oriental Plaza shopping mall and hotel, Wangfujing Avenue in Beijing |
So I
took the subway to the Wangfujing station, which leads directly into the lower
level of the shopping plaza near the Wangfujing bookstore. There is a food court on
that lower level so part of my plan was to grab brunch there before moving
on to the bookstores. I also planned to find some postcards and other souvenirs
since I was in the tourist area. I walked casually through the food court area,
more a collection of self-contained restaurants than “fast food” as we know it
back home. As I passed an escalator, a girl coming down it called to me. She
was short and cute, smiling and asking what I was looking for, as though she
could help me.
Well,
I look like a big dumb tourist but I’m actually an old professor here to teach
an English class, so I had no reason not to be polite and respond to her attempt
to help me. We had some small talk about food. I asked her what she
recommended. She said the Wangfujing bookstore had restaurants in the lower level,
too. I thought it would be one-stop shopping.
The main consideration for me was
being able to use my credit card because I was getting low on cash; I knew most
stores on Wangfujing would take credit cards. So I followed her out of the Oriental Plaza mall and over to the Wangfujing bookstore. By then, she was
mentioning an art exhibition featuring Chinese calligraphy. I knew what that
was and I had actually bought some beautiful scroll paintings on my previous visit years before. However, she presumed that as a tourist I would be interested in seeing scroll paintings.
As we went around the corner of the Wangfujing bookstore--but not
entering it--she pointed to the entrance to the lower level restaurants and continued on, determined to show me the art exhibit. It
was between breakfast and lunch and I saw in the Oriental Plaza that the food
court places were just getting ready to open, so it made sense to go ahead and
see some art while we waited for the restaurants to open. I followed.
She led me into the side entrance of the next building to the Wangfujing bookstore, a hotel, definitely not the front door. I thought that was rather strange to be going in the "back way" if we were going to some "important" art exhibit. But there was a sign there announcing the exhibit. She pointed to it. There was also a guard in uniform behind a desk which had the hotel’s name on
it. Across from the desk was a service elevator.
Hmm, I thought, what is this?
She even said "Don’t worry" but it was more like "Don’t wooooooorrrry" like she
knew just how to emphasize the word. That made me worry, of course. The elevator opened and we stepped on.
Then two young men got on and stood in front of me--between me and the elevator
doors. At that moment I felt uneasy; if the three of them were working
together, they would have had me right there. Elevator robbery.
But nothing happened. The
elevator arrived at the right floor and the two guys stepped off and my escort
showed me to the art exhibit a little ways down the corridor.
The
so-called art exhibit was just a small room with scroll paintings lining the
walls and a screen set up in the middle to divide the small room into two galleries with more space to hang the scrolls. The art was good. I'm no expert but I know what I like. Everything from nature scenes in
traditional Chinese style--like the ones I already had back home--to more modern style paintings. Some with calligraphy writing (poem?) or
pandas or even female models posing au naturale.
I was particularly attracted to a large
painting of a nature scene, a river and the rocks along the shore, summer trees and a Chinese temple hidden among them. The canvas painting was maybe 8 feet long. It as very
beautiful, so my escort and the woman running the “exhibit” got me into a
conversation about how much I thought it was worth. I countered by saying it
would be impossible for me to take it with me on an airplane. So they showed me a
much smaller painting, similar kind of nature scene but autumn, on a canvas but not put in a wooden
frame. The older woman unrolled the canvas in front of me. It was about 2 x 3 ft.
A lovely painting.
But
for me it did not matter what the cost was. If it costs 100 dollars but you do not have
100 dollars it doesn’t matter if you like it or not. At first, I thought they
were giving me a price in Yuan (about 7 to the dollar) but then it became clear
they meant dollars (What if I was French and had no dollars, only euros?). Of
course, I did not get up this morning with the idea of buying a painting of
anything, much less be pressured into it before I’d even had my breakfast or lunch. So
I balked, said I needed to get something to eat before I could decide on
whether to buy it or not. I really did not want to buy it, but I was trying to
be polite. Up to then my escort and the woman running the art exhibit had been
pushy but remained polite.
The
idea was proffered that my escort was actually the painter of the smaller unframed painting and
because she was "only a student" they could cut the price. I started to see the
ploy, but I was saved simply because I really did not have the cash and I was
not too confident using a credit card there in that small “shop”.
I was able to slip out with that distraction, but
not without my escort following me. I said I needed to get something to eat, so
I went out the way I'd come in and my escort followed me. I returned to the restaurants on the lower level under the Wangfujing bookstore that she had pointed out. I
looked around to see what I might like, then saw the restroom sign and decided
I needed to freshen up. I took my time and did not really concern myself
whether or not my escort had seen where I went or would be waiting. When I
exited, she was there waiting for me. She asked what I was going to eat, then
switched to talking about that painting.
I
really hated that she had to let me know I’d wasted her time by using the most
popular American swear words. That sort of thing makes you question humanity. You see, now the next time a college or high school student (or appearing to
be) speaks to me, wanting to practice English, I will be suspicious. I might
even be rude and put him/her off, refusing a conversation, simply
because this one person who had seemed friendly and polite, sincere in speaking English
with me, was in the end just part of a sales team. I could forgive the sales
pitch, but to end it all with the cursing…well, that was uncalled for! I had been polite and I had politely excused myself. She could have done the same, saying
“Thanks for taking a look.” I might have returned later to buy a painting,
who knows? But to suddenly let loose her full range of profanity was quite
disappointing. If her English was good enough to carry on a decent conversation
with me, I would think she could put it to better use than seducing middle-aged foreign men out of the Oriental Plaza food court off Wangfujing Avenue.
Finally I went into the Xinhua bookstore. On the first floor were maps
so I got a new bilingual map of the city. My old map, which I had been using,
did not have the newer subway stations marked on it. I also saw a fine selection of
postcard packets so I got a few of them. Then I went upstairs to the English
books. It was crowded on all the floors, given that it was Saturday, but I did
not see much I had to have. My interest was in Chinese authors translated into
English, so I could read their stories and learn about the Chinese condition
(much like the human condition, which is what all fiction is ultimately about). I
went to the other floors, as well, and discovered fewer books and more of other things like art supplies, musical instruments, and small
appliances.
I
got a few small souvenirs on one floor. Outside, the sky was dark, threatening rain, but the streets were busy with
pedestrians. Business was good. I walked up the street, the wide pedestrian
mall, got a cold bottle of juice from one of the many street kiosks,
then went into the Beijing Foreign Book Store. I did not take my time going to
every floor, just went straight to the English books. I did find two
paperbacks of Chinese authors in English to buy, one a translation and the
other written in English. After that, I continued walking north through the
crowds of pedestrians, stopping in a shop here or there to examine the souvenirs
items they had.
Eventually,
I thought I was far enough north that I determined it was closer to walk east to meet a
subway station than to return south to the station I'd arrived at. However, except when I
was sitting in the Pizza Hut, I had been standing or walking for a few hours already (even on the subway I stood), so my legs were tired. I headed east
along the street which should take me to the subway station I was looking for,
a connection to the line that would take me directly back without having to
change subway lines. But it was not where I thought it was and I worried I had
gone too far. (On the way, I passed a storefront and a man came out, calling to me, asking where I was from and if I liked Chinese calligraphy! I said I was in a hurry and could not take any time to go into his shop and look at the scrolls.)
Right where I happened to pause to check my map, I saw a McDonald’s on the corner so I went inside and got an iced latte and sat down to
study the map better. Refreshed
once more, I continued on and found the station. Once I got off at the subway stop nearest to my hotel, I climbed the many stairs to the surface and proceeded to
walk the few blocks back to my hotel. On the way, I stopped at a convenience store to load up on drinks and at a “bakery” for a sandwich and a pastry for later.
After I returned
to my neat little room, I unloaded my purchases and peeled off my sweaty clothes, took a
shower, and lay on the bed for a nap. It was a good day, all in all. Later I
got up and did some writing on my book, then went to sleep again. Life in a little hotel in Beijing.
Next time: The Adventure Begins!
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You sir are a naughty professor--getting led around by a girl in a strange city. Everyone knows girls are nothing but trouble..
ReplyDeleteIronically, the following week I returned to the Oriental Plaza on Wangfujing Avenue and another, different "lovely lady" called to me, wanted to interest me in some art!
DeleteWould you like to see my etchings, sir?
ReplyDeleteOnly if they're up in your room.
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