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English Version 15
Wednesday 16.04.08
7.25 a.m.
I’m sitting writing in my bed. My room is about 4 x 4 m. There’s 3 m to
the ceiling. It’s in the first courtyard and there’s 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. It’s 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. There’s 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.
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| Entrance | One type of saddle - too low |
13.15 p.m.
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 hasn’t 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 I’m using knife and fork, it’s been a long time. My
technic with the chopsticks hasn’t 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 it’s 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 –
not only by their looks.
16.45 p.m.
It’s not so easy mailing here in China. I’ve tried to send a mail to the
girl in Xin Zhou, but it’s 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 don’t like?
Now, I’ve 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 – 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. That’s OK. One of the girls sat studying some books and I
took a look. They were drink recipies in English. Measures and teaspoons
she didn’t know about. Fortunately I could pay a little back there.