Tuesday, 14 October 2014

No more waiting: Isla arrives!

Gran thrilled to bits
Pops in action





















I am no longer a Gran-in-Waiting, I am Gran-in-Post and I'm loving it.  Granparenting is a breeze: all the good bits without the rubbishy hard work and lack of sleep!  Isla Lily Smith was born on 4th October at 10:34 and weighed 6lb 14oz.  Saturday's child works hard for a living, but I'm guessing this one is going to be spoiled as well. 

Isla weighs in
Berry head
I had the privilege of helping Shelley through her labour and being present at the birth, and what a moving experience it was.  It was heartbreaking to watch Shelley in such pain, and when the head finally did pop out it was misshapen, mauve and wrinkly and I thought for a mad moment that she had given birth to a Ribena berry. What emotional extremes, and we have all been moved to tears of happiness over our precious new family member.    


Cosy
 
Mother and Baby
















Shelley and Isla are my pride and joy.  Brad clearly adores them both and is a real hands-on dad as well.  I do appreciate how lucky I am that they practically live on my doorstep and welcome me into their life so warmly.   

My life has changed drastically in the past year: I have retired, lost my mum and gained a grandchild.  The cycle of life has moved me onto my vintage years and I feel comfortable with the fit.  I forecast many bright days ahead.  
Introducing Isla - our little miracle
 I'm signing off now - no more blogging until the next trip or grandchild!!
 



Day11/12 Shanghai: City Tour

Crisis!  First Ian went down with the flu, then me and now it looks as though Richard may have it.  We got a glimpse of Shanghai in the drive from the airport to the hotel, but now Ian has taken to his bed and I only have the energy and enthusiasm to make it down to the hotel restaurant. It's called Richard's bar, and is colonial and cosy, so not so bad.

The rooms in the Astor Hotel are enormous, grand and opulent, which is lucky as I've spent all day in it.  I am very sorry that I didn't get to do the city tour of Shanghai, but so very grateful for a comfy bed all day.  Louise and Richard took the tour to the Jade Buddha and the Yuyuan Gardens and I am really jealous that I have missed the porcelain gallery at the Shanghai museum because I did so want to see a Ming vase.  Bless him, Richard has taken lots of photos and bought me a book of vases and a delicate pair of earrings from the museum. 

In the evening I manage a short outing with Louise so at least I can say that I've been for a stroll on the Bund. The skyline is lit up in neon and its a total contrast to yesterday's rice terraces.   We had planned expensive cocktails in a skyscraper bar to mark the end of our holiday, but sadly it all fizzled at the end.  No worries, this trip was an amazing experience. 

Richard's bar

Oriental Pearl Tower

View from The Bund

Day 10 Longji Region: Rice Terraces

Today is a long scenic drive in the minibus and I am looking forward to seeing lots of the Guanxi countryside and up into the mountains.  I say a sad goodbye to the Li River Retreat and head away from the towns to get a small peek into rural and minority life in China.  We are heading for 'Dragon's Backbone', a region where the rice paddies have been set amongst steep mountains. 

There has been a landslide in the main road due to the recent rain, and we are diverted to an alternative route.  There are 5 villages, but the minibus is not able to negotiate the last few miles and we decamp to a tourist coach that is purpose-designed.  And even that is unable to get up to the village of Ping An, so the last 40 minutes is an uphill climb by foot.  I am extremely hot and bothered, but the view makes up for my aches and pains.  The terraces are like green ribbons flapping gently in the breeze across the mountainside as far as the eye can see. I get my first close up of an ear of rice, and other crops are planted in-between: ginger, bananas, chillies, tarot and sweetcorn. Its all peasant farming and I've never seen the like before.  Richard, Ian and myself stop at a little house where the farmer is supplementing his income with some hospitality.  Louise makes it to the very top. The locals are referred to as ethnic minorities and are extended some special privileges e.g. they are not bound by the one child policy.  Once again, I'm very pleased that we have taken the time to visit this part of China. 

Rice terraces with village in the background

An ear of rice

The long, hot walk up to the village

Chilli  and washing drying in the garden 

Classic Image of China or what!

Day 9 Yangshuo: Cookery Course

Louise & Ian on their balcony
I have decided that the Li River Retreat is my favourite hotel so far.  Its not as chic as the Shadow Art in Beijing or the Zen Buddha in Chengdu, but it has character.  Being outside of town, its a very peaceful setting and the views are awe inspiring.  I feel a long way from home, and that's what I like.

This morning we are booked up to attend Yangshua cookery school, but we are first taken to the local food market, and I see a colourful array of vegetables and herbs, many of which I can't even recognise.  A sweet young girl, who is our teacher/chef for the day, happily answers all our questions.  Then we drive 5 minutes or so outside of the town to a ramshackle farm with outbuildings that house the authentic cooking facilities.  he activity is very well organised and I learn a lot of good tips e.g. 'no smoking, no cooking', which means that the wok must be smoking hot before the oil is added and the cooking begins.  We all successfully turn out 5 dishes that we eagerly tuck into at the end of our lesson and taste scrumptious: egg wrapped dumplings, stir fried pork with vegetables, steamed chicken with mushrooms and goji berries, greens with garlic and aubergines Yangshua style.  I really hope that I can reproduce the dishes back home. 

Sadly the evening activity of cormorant fishing is cancelled at the last minute - something to do with health & safety - but as this is the first thing in our itinerary that hasn't worked out, I think that's pretty good going.  Instead we do a bit of souvenir/present shopping in West Street and I buy baby Smith a sort of mobile decoration in the Ethnic minorities shop - I hope Shelley likes it.  Then we people watch from the balcony of a restaurant. 

Sorry, I cant remember what that is!

eeek, I have to demonstrate to the class

Looks professional to me

Downtown Yangshuo at night





Day 8: Li River Cruise

We are up at 7am with bags packed and I feel this is pushing the schedule to the limits.  Our hotel in Guilin is large and impersonal, which is just the sort of place I dislike, but it is functional and I slept well and had a refreshing shower this morning. It is a short 30 minute drive to the dock, during which time the heavens opened and we watch the first rain of the holiday even though we were warned it would be wet.  Luckily it has almost stopped when we pick up our river boat for a cruise along the Li River.   The river runs through the green hills, jagged caves and imposing rock formations and the hot and rainy weather has caused the mist to cling to the hill tops. It's a photo opportunity of truly picturesque scenery.   I happily relax for a few hours and watch the Chinese world go by.


At one particularly stunning point in a bend in the river, our guide (Tony) tells us that the scene before us is known by everyone in China because it features on the 20 Yuan banknote. 


Just before our arrival Tony points out a pretty little hotel clinging to the river banks that would be our hotel for the next 2 nights. Not long after I am standing on our balcony.  There are moments in most holidays when I wonder why on earth I chose to come, and other moments of enlightenment and I'm pleased to say that I'm having one of the latter.  The River Li is in front of me and behind that the pointy, green peaks of the mountains form a backdrop. The sun is out but its not too hot.  I've just showered and I feel clean and fresh,  The cicadas provide an exotic atmosphere and the odd boat punts by.  We are supposed to be watching a local dance performance this evening but that table on the patio below and a bottle of red is beckoning and I decide to stop and chill.


Day 6/7 Chengdu: Panda Research Centre

Amazingly we are nearly halfway through the trip and I am thankful for a free morning to enjoy a late breakfast and a leisurely morning re-sorting my case.  At noon we leave for our first internal flight from Xian to Chengdu, the capital of the Sichuan province and the furthest inland that our route takes us.  At 400 miles and an estimated 10 hours by car, the 1 hour flight is the obvious option.  Nonetheless, basically the day consists of travelling and an evening meal, and I am left wondering whether we should really have invested so much time from our tight schedule to see a few pandas.  Could we have visited London Zoo instead?

I really needn't have fretted because the research centre exceeds all my hopes.  Everything is set up for the pandas enjoyment and well-being and there is no hint of zoo about the place.  The pandas are beyond cute and the enclosures set in beautiful parkland, which has been designed so that humans can enjoy the viewing without interfering with the scientifically controlled conservation programme that is being carried out.  Each panda has its own home, with a large outdoor area and an air-conditioned house.  We see baby pandas in incubators, and then a group of juvenile cubs rolling about and eating bamboo shoots, then a mother and baby playing together.  They are so entertaining it seems as though the scenes could have been put together by Disney animation.  Even the red pandas performed for us, and one even ran over Louise's foot!

Chengdu is a large town that has been modernised over the last 20 years.  Many of the poorest street alleys have been renovated into designer street markets, preserving something of the old charm with street food and wall murals of how life used to be.

We left our hotel this morning at 7am and finally flop into our next hotel just after midnight.  Phew - it was a long and tiring day.  Worth it though. 

 
Chengdu Research Base of Giant Panda Breeding
Tiny, down-covered baby panda


Yum - bamboo shoots
A step back in time

Friday, 3 October 2014

What was the food like?


When talking to people about my holiday in China nearly everyone has asked about the food, so here's the low down. 

Chopsticks always, of course
Before we set off for China, several people warned us about street food or about the possibility of eating dog (or worse), and my friend Jill seemed to think we would be living on bananas, for some strange reason. In the event, not one of us suffered the dreaded holiday tummy, and the food was delicious.  Our main problem was the unfamiliarity of the menus and the difficulty in making our orders understood.  We ate almost exclusively Chinese food for the whole fortnight, apart from breakfasts.  I was grateful that all our hotels made an attempt at Western breakfast (I couldn't face chilli noodle soup first thing in the morning) and even though MacDonald's, Starbucks and Kentucky Fried Chicken were present in most towns we visited, we avoided them as studiously as we do at home. 

We soon learnt that dishes would be brought up as soon as they were cooked, and so there is no sequence of nibbles, starters and mains and people at the table don't necessarily eat the same time, and even different components of one's meal could arrive at different times. For example, we ordered garlic stir fry broccoli to have with our Peking Duck, but it arrived a good half and hour before the main dish and so it was lucky that we ploughed into it like a starter.  Plain boiled rice comes pretty much automatically with most meat dishes, and special fried rice or noodle dish is seen as a full meal.  When ordering our take-away on our first evening we later realised that part of the confusion was that they only expected us to order one dish each, and thought we were continually changing our mind.  So we only received the last item that we asked for!  I guess this doesn't apply to celebrations, when the table is covered in dishes as we experience in Chinese restaurants at home. 

Louise and I had anticipated a fortnight without wine.  In fact, Louise had come up with a number of strategies for sneaking the odd bottle into the suitcase.  However, we were pleasantly surprised to find wine on the menu in most hotels and restaurants, although it was relatively expensive and we often doubled our bill with just one bottle.  Isn't it often the way when stepping outside the local culture: at the OCT Theatre in Beijing we indulged in a western style coffee and it cost as much as our lunch.  As usual, the French wine was very reliable.  The Chinese wine was drinkable too, although we learnt to avoid one particular brand which tasted like sherry to us. 

Part of my holiday reading was an autobiography called Lion's Head Four Happiness by a Chinese lady called Xiaomei Martell, who grew up in a remote part of China during the time of Chairman Mao.  When she finally finds success in Beijing she describes with relish a meal of Peking Duck, and I'm heartened to find that it fitted exactly my experience.  Sadly I never managed to find Lions Head meatballs on any menu.


Frog dumpling
In Xian, our lovely guide Betty, who talked incessantly and was devoted to making us happy, took us along to Defa Chang restaurant for a dumpling banquet, this being a regional speciality.  The setting was wonderful, and from our window we could see the Bell and Drum tower beautifully lit up at night.  We were served 14 types of dumplings, many imaginatively presented in the shape of the main ingredient: - courgette, pork and cabbage, mixed veg, shrimp, spicy tomato, spicy sausage meat, duck, mushroom, frog (!) and even sweet ones such as walnut.  What fun, and really tasty.  Our second evening in Xian Betty recommended a very local restaurant, where they spoke no English whatsoever.  We felt very adventurous - this was almost backpacker stuff!  With a few tips from Betty and a bit of mime, we managed to get fed and watered, but not necessarily with what we'd asked for.  Here's a selection of the English translations on the menu:

  • with large
  • with the ear piece
  • bouquet worse hairtail
  • Clever mix kalonege   
  • Beauty Extremely Onion Agaric
  • Couples Lung
  • Overlord chicken
You don't believe me do you?  Here's some proof:


I plumped for the Overlord Chicken based on a photo of breaded strips, which turned out very nicely.  Ian's strategy was to stick to sweet and sour pork as often as possible.  In another restaurant I took a chance on braised goose and mushroom in oyster sauce, which was very appetising once I had removed the goose feet.  Nobody was game enough for the offering below...



One evening we splashed out on a very posh Sichuan meal in Yu's Family Kitchen, which was a sensational success.  We had a private dining room and our own delightful waitress, who spoke very good English, and served us with the tasting menu of 60 different dishes!  The cold starters alone counted for 16 of them, and the stand-out hot courses included abalone, truffle and gold leaf and Wagyu beef. The spicy chicken and rice wine took my breath away (literally unfortunately, took me a few minutes to recover from that one), and apple balls in Sichuan pepper was an unusual but winning combination. 

Ginger, melon, tomato, lotus flower roots, quails egg, green beans, cucumber, aubergine, potato cubes, tofu noodles, water bamboo, red pepper, pumpkin, vegetable roots in sauce, green paper and black garlic. 

In terms of food, I am overwhelmed with the sheer unexpectedness of it all, from the yak served on one of our internal flights to the edible calligraphy set in Yu's Family Kitchen.

The brush is pastry and the paint is a tomato sauce
 Oh, and we did enjoy bananas when picnicking in our minibus.