Shangyu International Hotel
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What would life be like without a struggle? Or perhaps better yet, what would life be like in China without a struggle? It seems the end of every contract ( for whatever that is worth in Asia) there has to be a "complication". The last contract was like we had a price on our heads and we where running for our lives. This year we are running out of time... It started a week ago with the handing in of our passports for clearance and work visas. NO! I lie... It started 3 weeks ago when ...
... a desolate city would be quiet and tranquil. This, however, is not the case! All is a big build up to the final hours before the new year. The city is cover in a hazy cloud of smoke. Not the general acrid smog that hangs like a pillow over the face of every big city in China. The sweet and sulphureous small of Gunpowder and fireworks! A week before the time the city lights up with the constant booming, popping and whizzing sounds of fireworks. Crackers go off ...
... quite proud of his family business. He described the process of fermenting and aging wine which is similar to wine made from grapes. The wine is aged in clay jars however which made for some interesting photographs. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to take pictures in the fermenting room where the rice is mixed with yeast in huge plastic vats and hand stirred to accelerate the fermentation.
We had a tasting at the end of the tour where we sipped the 3, 10 and 20 year ...
... the papers and I scribble something illegible. Its off to the other side of the sterile reception area, passing spritely posters of various deadly diseases posted on mute grey walls. At the other reception desk one has to get your bar coded stickers and a list of room numbers to go to be prodded. Andre is in the line behind me and is taking it all in with a goofy smile on his face. Im bathing in my own sweat - this is not a good day for me as I have not recovered from the Xmas ...
... the room transforms into something livable, little relics of the past few days where unearthed. I even remove the 2 long dead Lilly that is propped into the old ceramic bottle of rice wine. Heaps of pollen fall of the wizen calyxes and onto my hands. A squirt of pledge and a wipe, smudge the orca pollen into the melamine surface. Dust devils waltz around the room and launch into the air with every sweep of the broom. The sheet we sleep ...