English Version 25
Mazhao (a small village in front of the mountains)
I could have had a Chinese wife yesterday. I refused. I had to move on.
Everything was under control, I just needed to buy stuff for tomorrow, so pretty late I went to the supermarket, quite a distance.
I had bought most of it, when a Chinese woman dressed in jogging clothes and a cap, asked me if I was a teacher. Later she told me, she had thought so, because tourists never go to the Trust Mart.
We hadn`t been talking for 2 minutes when she asked for my e-mail address and I thought that was a bit too early for that, which I told her.
We strolled around buying things for a while and she showed me where the sweets could be found, only I didn`t find those nut-bars I like so much. But I found some too expensive chocolate which I bought instead.
Another story of Chinese women, wanting something else from the future than what`s most likely to be.
She was teaching English and was most interessted in western culture.
By coincidence she`s just seen a Danish film, and she tells me the story of a man in an indian orphant home aso. In other words "Before the Wedding", which is so new, that I`ve JUST seen it. Where has she seen it? She`d bought it on DVD, she thought it to be a bit strange.
For 10 RMB you can buy the latest Danish films here. They would cost more than 20 times as much in DK.
I soon realize that that`s the way I become a millionaire. Buy Danish films cheap here and sell them expensive in DK. (Might be problems with copyright? - not here).
When I say that Mads Mikkelsen (a Danish actor) also participated in a James Bond-movie, she quickly responds: Yes, he was the evil guy with the eye - she`s also seen that
But what`s it`s all about she doesn`t think she can develop her English language and her interests together with a Chinese husband, so she would prefer a westener, but maybe not a Spaniard.
She`s probably 35 years old and lives alone in a flat, that her parents have bought to her and her economic is OK.
Luckily I have to move on tomorrow, so there is only talk about, that I could have slept at her place.
But if I know somebody, who wants a Chinese wife, then... A nice man, the age doesn`t matter - was that a hint to me?
I hereby pass by the offer!
We say goodbye with a hug and once again I go to bed later than it was planned.
This day goes by nice and easy. The weather er warm and sunny and no
wind, so I`m soon on my way. Not any problems finding my old friend
G108. Only when I in or around Zhouzhi has to follow it south I go to
far through the city. There are NEVER sign about the main roads in the
It`s still green all around and plants I don`t know are emerging at the roadside. Although here it`s mostly white clover. For the first time I see palms.
Just before Zhouzhi I happen to look to the left and through the mist the mountains arise. Those I have to cross tomorrow. A high mountain ridge fills the horizon through the mist.
During the 10 km to Mazhao they come closer and there, exactly where the road disappears in the horizon, there is a lower part, where the road will be winding through.
It ends up being one of the more primitive Chinese hotels I have to stay at. Chinese toilet (guess what that is - you know them?) but never the less a water tap down in the yard. 10RMB. It`s one of those places where I use my sleeping bag. And this room is even the best it seems! But there`s a TV-set! From just outside my room I can see the mountain I have to climb above the roofs. It feels as if I could stretch out my arm and touch it.
I`ve been on a trip up and down the street. It`s a small town. At the top (not so far) where the climb begins and all the way down to the other end. And found myself a place to eat. It`s the nicest in the town.
When he presents the menu, I tell him: Wo bu dong hanzi - I don`t understand Chinese characters, and: ji rou - chicken meat. He says something with: "la le" and the word "la" comes to my mind meaning: chili and hot. I shake my head. Ah bu shi la le - it must not be spicy. He points at something costing 36 and I say (in Danish) it`s too expensive. He understands and keep on pointing. That! Costs 14. That`s good! Hen hao.
It`s all right. It`s fine. Excellent choice, thank you. Could have been more spicy, but the small differences are hard to handle this way. I make a "excellent"-gesture at the chef. A little later he shows up. Do I need a place to sleep? No, I point up the street. What do I have to pay? 10. Oh, I could have had a room here for that too. He shows the 10 with two fingers crossed, the character for "shi" - ten, one of those few I know. That`s a shame, I would have prefered to stay here.
Without more than 10 common words we communicate well. He`s bright. They are not all of them!
It`s no lie that they eat with a lot of sound in China. And every time a set of customers have left, the floor under the table is swept. They behave like pigs too. I don`t mean to be rude, it`s a part of their culture - and it`s even more here in the country.
When I return having had my 100 bill changed and want to pay, the price is not 10 but 20. After some time I give up. Stupid bitch. For once I won`t smile and shake hands when I leave in the morning. I won`t even say goodbye.