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Saturday, August 04, 2007

China Trip
Day 5 (27/6) - Hangzhou: Yue Fei Mausoleum, Lei Feng Ta
(Part 2)

There was no daypass for the Hangzhou buses, so this encouraged people to visit fewer attractions. How dumb.



Entrance to the mausoleum




Child Abuse


Da Man



I had an overpriced lunch (15 yuan) at the mausoleum which was some mixed rice. I suspect this was what gave me diarrhea the next day.




Cemetery


The only place in China where you're *supposed* to spit - but can't.

Upon leaving the mausoleum, I had to run the gauntlet again. The Chinese fans with the words "精忠报国" written on them were cute though.


Entrance to the bamboo garden opposite the mausoleum. There wasn't that much bamboo though.


Water lillies on the lake


West Lake
I considered taking a cruise on it, but there was no point doing it alone.

I waited at the bus stop for the bus to go to Lei Feng Ta, but this lady kept psychoing me to go and drink Longjing Tea despite my protestations that I was not a tea person. Doubtless she'd get a commission if she did so.

This cleaning truck sped down the street playing the tune to "世上只有妈妈好" (in this world, only mother is good). Wth.

The way to Lei Feng Ta took a long time, and I realised I'd not planned my trip very wisely. I should have visited the attractions by taking a large clockwise loop. Instead I was jumping around.


I noticed that in China they used a very strange sort of broom. Instead of making one properly, they just glued old branches or grass to a stick.

At Lei Feng Ta, I found that entrance was quite expensive by Chinese standards. In fact, lots of things in Hangzhou were expensive by Chinese standards. This is what you get for being a top tourist destination.


Pond in Lei Feng Ta complex


Lei Feng Ta
This is not exactly the famous pagoda of myth congealed with reality. The original was decrepit and collapsed in 1924, not least because people kept taking bricks from it to ward off illness. This version dates from 2002. You can read more about it on a new article on Wikipedia, which I have just laboriously translated from the Chinese version.


The escalator was an unexpected luxury.


Foundations of the old tower. Instead of taking the bricks for good luck people now throw money in. The sign reads "protect the foundations, do not throw stuff in" but I guess money is fine.


First floor of the pagoda (you enter through the basement)
The lift was another unexpected luxury.



View from 4th level




Assorted views





The closeness of urbanity is interesting, since from the other side of the lake you'd have no clue what was immediately behind you




Story of the Buddha


Ceiling




Umbrella borrowing and flooding the temple, from the White Snake story



Miao Yin Tai (?)


Silver pagoda of Asoka with Buddha hair.
This beats Jesus' nappies.

Friday, August 03, 2007

This poem's quite good:


The Ballad of the Bleeding Heart Liberal

Douglas Robertson
1995

My life has been a horror,
since I took up the liberal's art.
But now I don't feel so guilty
(It's great to be a "bleeding heart").

The secret of this art is easy:
just be nice to everyone.
Even to murderers and molesters
(It doesn't matter what they've done).

Every guilt was on my shoulders;
now listen to my tale:
I'm responsible for all evil
(I'm white, middle-class, and male).

Villains robbed my house once,
and my family they did assault.
But this was due to society's ills
(I knew it was not their fault).

My daughter tried to stop them;
they beat her with boot and fist.
I did not try to save her
(I'm a "born-again" pacifist).

Their actions I could not judge;
other people, I cannot condemn.
Even though my wife was "graped"
(there was a "bunch" of them).

It was the same some years before,
fighting Japs in jungle mud.
I never shot a-one of them
(couldn't stand to see yellow blood).

In the future, when the Asian hordes
follow their brothers' call:
They'll outnumber Aussies ten to one
("We're all human", after all).

My eldest son now condemns me,
and tells me I'm a "nong",
because I sold my country to the Japs
(now, how could that be wrong?).

My son thinks I'm an idiot,
and he says I've got no hope.
But I call myself a "liberal"
(perhaps it should be "dope"?).


Pity about the last 3 stanzas though.

I'm sure a lot of people will use the "Hitler was a vegetarian, therefore vegetarianism is evil" argument in this instance.
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