Left: The Wind of May sculpture at the waterfront, lit up at night. Middle: I've seen almost no graffiti in China. Right: fuzzy but gives you some idea of the light show downtown, all the skyscrapers are part of the show. Below left: street vendor. I feel a little guilty taking photos of people going about their daily lives. OTOH, Chinese people sometimes take pictures of Ross and me, and point at us and talk about us. We feel like big sweaty bears in the zoo sometimes. Center: more temple. Below right. Uh, swastika pattern in the window grill. It used to be a common and harmless decoration, used in India as well.
Below left; greenhouses viewed from the train. We guess an area the size of Luxembourg is all greenhouses. Now I know where all the watermelons come from. Center: Beautiful stone work around boulders, topped off with ivy. Bottom right: A little hazy, but a beautiful view from the coffee house perched on a hill.
We never made it on to the beach in Qingdao and we did not visit the Beer Museum, but maybe another time.
About the author:
I'm a writer and a teacher of English as a Second Language. "Laowai" means foreigner. Check further down for tags for specific subjects. I'm trying to blog about China AND Jane Austen inspired fiction at the same time. Welcome!
JAFF: Jane Austen Fan Fiction
TINYFCC: This is not your father's Communist China
YDCTHTCAETTBELH: You don't come all the way to China and expect things to be exactly like home.
Ground rules: No snarking and sniping behind people's backs. Golden Rule applies. Except for:
Pleasant Goat: unsettling, creepy, Chinese cartoon character.