Today’s photo essay features a few things I learned in Beijing over the last two weeks. It was both fantastic and disorienting to live for a while in a city of 22 million people, the vast majority of whom do not speak English and whose cultural background includes emperors and concubines and Mao, Buddha and Confucius and the Tao. President Xi Jinping has just secured power indefinitely.
They are nothing like us – and also just like us. I’m still thinking about the ways both of these things can be true.
In the meanwhile, here are a few observations about life and travel in Beijing. Book recommendations will follow in a few days!
Ten Things to Bring to Beijing
The first thing you must bring to Beijing is your umbrella because
If it is sunny you will need your umbrella
And if it is cloudy you will need your umbrella
No black, please.
Every color of the rainbow is good.
The second thing you must bring to Beijing is your fan because
Your beautiful girlfriend might need a refreshing breeze
Or – if you are a grandmother – the sweaty toddler in the stroller needs your cooling love.
The third thing you must bring to Beijing is your shirt with English words on it
If you are a tiny girl, you might wear a white shirt declaring
“I heart Mather” (sp)
If you are a little boy, you might wear a red shirt saying
Tribute to friendship
Tribute to love
If you are a teenage boy, you’ll sport Blood and Thunder or Space Advance or Urban Decay
Teenage Girls say Try Mindfulness You Look Great or Go College or Geometry.
You might also consider incorporating the pink panther or Peppa pig into your look.
If you are a man in Beijing you may wear a “Beijing bikini,” rolling up your t-shirt to stay cool. I didn’t get any pictures of that because I didn’t want trouble.
I was looking at people in Beijing –
And also they were looking at me. Often we got pictures with each other.
The fourth thing you must bring to Beijing: your eyes wide open. You don’t want to miss
the Forbidden City where emperors lived –
the Lama Temple, rich with incense, prayers and Buddha –
the magical animals –
the lotus flowers, pure of heart with humble roots in the mud –
or the elegant dance of organized chaos that is traffic in Beijing. All manner of cars, small motorized vehicles, and bicycles share the streets, loosely interpreting rules of the road.
The fifth thing you must bring to Beijing: your ears wide open. You must listen to the names you hear…
And end in the Garden of Harmonious Interests
crossing over the Bridge of Knowing the Fish.
Along the way you may spend time at the Tower of the Fragrance of the Buddha, the Revolving Archives, the Hall of Dispelling Clouds, and the Pavilion Heralding Spring, among other enchanting sites.
Things seven, eight and nine? A willingness to bargain at traditional markets. An enthusiasm for beer, spirits, and tea. Your own toilet tissue.
The most important thing you must bring to Beijing is a map and the ability to read it because no one – mostly no one – speaks English in Beijing.
If you are alone and your map is an artistic rendering you might get lost. Who am I kidding, the map is not to blame. But if you stand long enough with your map in hand and feel like you might cry, Beijing will help you find your way home.
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Just a few other photos…
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Sincerest thanks to our wonderful guide for 4 days, Connie, a spirited little girl (maybe even “naughty”!) who grew up into a smart, beautiful, adventurous, intellectually curious woman
My thanks to Tony, as well, who spent half a day with me at the Summer Palace and regaled me with tales of the Empress Dowager Cixi among other important personages.
To the staff at the Aman Summer Palace: thank you for taking care of me for a week after my husband left. Thank you for your warm hospitality and care.
Also, I loved your darling hotel xiao mao.
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All photographs copyright Jennifer Puryear