English Version 15
Iím sitting writing in my bed. My room is about 4 x 4 m. Thereís 3 m to the ceiling. Itís in the first courtyard and thereís another one turned the other way. We have a common entrance. From the beginning there were probably 3 rooms and the one in the middle were turned into bathrooms. The doors in my room are the original ones. Itís a double door without hinges. In the top and in the bottom tenons are cut that fits with holes in a frame. There are two big handles of wood on them. There are cold, black stone tiles on the floor. Thereís a plastered baseboard about one meter high, which is black and glossy. The bed fills up one half of the room. The furniture is beautiful: a small carved table, two wide chairs with high backs, a small cupboard with carvings and last a low carved stool, which was placed in the foot of the bed, and which I have moved and use as bed table to do my writing on. All made out of mahogany. The old look of the room is broken by a Konka TV on the cupboard and a net cable hanging from the wall I a corner.
Nice to stay in Pingyao for the day.
The city is larger than expected. I drive all the way round the city wall. There are many gates and my remark on cars is not true. The south gate from where I entered is the only one only for pedestrians, so I had some bad luck there. But there are many barrings for cars, but they can go everywhere having the right license.
There are also hundreds of small electrical cars like in Tivoli in Denmark. Most of them are just parked, the season hasnít started yet.
Battery problems, a filled memory card in the camera comes right in time. They have CD burning and by the way free internet.
Have just ordered an omelette with vegetables and they play Neil Young on the amplifier.
I suddenly realize Iím using knife and fork, itís been a long time. My technic with the chopsticks hasnít improved. I use the shovel technic. Simple but efficient.
The BIC-ballpen from Postdanmark breaks. When I show it to one of the girls to ask, where to buy a new one, she propose a repair in stead. Good Chinese tape. But itís a bit loose-jointed and when I suggest it I have one of theirs. Gei ni. I give it to you. Thank YOU, they ARE nice Ė not only by their looks.
Itís not so easy mailing here in China. Iíve tried to send a mail to the girl in Xin Zhou, but itís been returned. One of the girls here is mailing with a friend in England from an address like hers, so why? Is it my live-mail address they donít like?
Now, Iíve by the help from the same girl sent her a postcard saying she has to send me a mail, which she probably has done already Ė with the same result.
Remembered that I never had me a mug. Now I have. Made of enamel. I asked Xiao Lu, as I call the guy in the reception and the best English speaking, what a Chinese would have paid for a mug like that? 5 yuan he said. Good, so I have got a feeling for the prizes. The man wanted 12, I said 5, that was the lowest I dared say. So he lowered till 9 and we ended up at 7. Thatís OK. One of the girls sat studying some books and I took a look. They were drink recipies in English. Measures and teaspoons she didnít know about. Fortunately I could pay a little back there.