So, this afternoon I was standing in my host’s 4th floor office, checking out a map of China, when I felt the building sway. Or did it? I asked the others in the office – no one else felt anything. I felt fine, so it really didn’t make sense that it could be a dizzy spell.
The “building is swaying” sensation continued off and on over the next few minutes.
Shortly after, the text messages began to come in.
Apparently, when you come from a earthquake prone zone, you don’t notice the small tremors, like those generated over a distance. I’m not from an earthquake prone zone. (The epicenter of the quake was about 1000 miles from here.)
We left shortly afterwards for Silk Street Market, a multi-story bazaar dealing everything from leather goods to silk scarves, jewelry, nicknacks, shoes, silk rugs. The sales girls were, too say the least, “enthusiastic” about making sales.
“Lady, you want a purse? Lady, you want a t-shirt? Specur price for you.”
“No thank you, I want car.”
“Car?”
“Audi”
“Oh.”
“Lady, I can get you car!”
“Lady, you want a camera?”
“No, thanks, I have a camera. See? Here – I take your picture.”
“No, no picture.”
“Thanks! See – I took your picture.”
I’m not sure they were as amused as I was. I left the more serious job of haggling to my Chinese “business manager”.
I’ve lots of photos, including the weird ass CCTV building currently under construction. Those will have to wait until I’m home though, as I’ve no way to crop and upload them on this laptop.
At any rate, to update everyone on my Beijing epicurean adventure: Saturday we dined on KFC, last night – pizza. We stopped for cheesecake this afternoon while out shopping, so I skipped supper.
Heh.
Nobody does world travel like a redneck.