Epilogue To China
Trip Start Oct 22, 2007
13Trip End Dec 12, 2007
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Accurately predicting the foreseeable future may forever be mankind's unattainable goal, save for the few seers like Nostradamus; yet, in retrospect, there were palpable signs that hinted at several of the unfortunate events' outcomes
Another event, the unusual snow storms in early February, may have been precipitated by a government program I was reading about during my travels. The article spoke about China's governmental intevention in weather patterns, utilizing an advanced yet untested form of cloud seeding. When are we, the human race, going to learn not to mess with Mother Nature.
My first and final observations of China could easily serve as a metaphoric study in contrast for China both culturally and geographically. My initial view came from high overhead. Leaving Kathmandu for China, our plane's flight path would immediately take us across the massive Himalayan range, mountains which form the political border that separates Nepal and Tibet
In sharp contrast, my farewell view of China rested at sea level, overlooking the bustling Hong Kong harbor. Here, every square inch of space is crammed with millions of Chinese sequestered within the confines of skyscraper walls. The space for people is so limited that even the skies are crowded, inundated with tall apartment buildings that house the humanity overflow.
As I settled in for my last evening in China, I leaned against the seawall railing that overlooked the Hong Kong harbor. Earlier I had spent most of the day in transport, either by metro, taxi or train, maneuvering myself through the noise and congestion of two premier Chinese cities
My seawall vantage thus provided the perfect respite, as I allowed the sea air's refreshing scent to curess my face, enabling me to think calmer thoughts. Once Britain's flagship for capitalism and commerce in the Asian theater, today Hong Kong and its neighboring city Kowloon, where I currently stood, now epitomize China's recent transformation to a capitalistic economic powerhouse. An ironic twist, considering the fears in the late 90s that the former british colony would fall to ruin under Chinese communist rule. Instead, communist China transformed into a capitalistic mecca like Hong Kong
As dusk slowly faded into night, I watched Hong Kong's skyline transform into a neon glow, each sign marking the location of another multinational corporation or bank that had established its presence in the city.
Suddenly, a pang of nostalgia entered my thoughts. I had stood in this exact location over twenty five years ago as a US Navy sailor. I could still picture my ship moored in that very same harbor, dwarfed by the shadows of the skyscrapers and the taller, ever-watchful Victoria Peak. One never knows where and how our future paths will crosslink with the past.
Just within the few hours since my arrival to Kowloon, I could see that many changes had occurred in those twenty five years: first, Hong Kong was no longer a British colony, instead an autonomous economic zone under the auspice of the Chinese government. Second, an even greater concentration of monlithic giants existed, both in Hong Kong and in Kowloon. Gone was the aromatic, colorful open air food market I remembered in downtown Kowloon, replaced by an expensive glossy retail district. The famous luxuriant Peninsula Hotel still shined, although the years had taken their toll on its former grandeur
The most significant change, however, existed further up harbor. On my final day while taking the metro to the outlying Hong Kong airport, we passed for what seemed an eternity the massive Hong Kong/Kowloon industrial port facility. Extending for miles and miles was a sea of cargo containers and freighters, their presence representing the final launching point for the millions of goods now produced in China. All shipments were destined for overseas markets, America the primary recipient. Later, back in the States, while I'm driving back home, I may see those same cargo containers stacked neatly on a Santa Fe/Burlington Northern railroad hurtling through the New Mexico landscape, eastward bound toward awaiting American cities, thus completing their economic symmetrical journey known as global commerce. Won't WalMart be happy.
My China experience had been brief, less than three weeks, yet sufficient at least as an introductory taste of life today in China. The Chinese I met were very friendly, very polite, very modern and eager to learn Western ways including English, which had become a mandatory subject in China's public schools.All personal encounters were pleasant with several distinguishing themselves above the rest. Such a case was lilly, an ebullient young Chinese woman, who was very anxious to join her boyfriend in LA someday soon and experience the American dream.
There was the Chinese American gentleman who was living the American dream in San Diego. He was back in China to visit his mother in Chengdu.
There were the young Chinese girls in Lijiang, who were eager to practice their English skills and learn about American culture and an American's response to their culture.
There were the smiling Chinese girls that worked in a Yangshuo restaurant who loved the American CD soundtracks that regularly played especially the songs referencing California: California Dreaming and Have You Gone To San Francisco. They wanted assistance on the English lyrics so together through the efficient beauty of the Internet, we printed a copy of the lyrics and were soon singing the songs.
With the exception of backbackers like myself, foreign travelers I met were primarily on business, they the cogs that contributed to the growing wheel of China's global economy: the American Iranian on business in Shanghai looking for cheap clothing supplies, admittedly tentative to venture away from his four star accommodations, and a young American looking to outsource cheap light bulbs for his business.
The Chinese countryside offers the most in terms of natural beauty and serenity as well as a break from the city pollutants. Here is where you still find Chinese culture's tradital ways at least as envisioned by foreigners and described in books. Even immersed in the depths of winter I can imagine a winter's blanket of snow must look idyllic in the Chinese countryside, whether in Lijiang or the upper Li River valley.
And in the cities, its greatest charm exists in the unique character of the Chinese faces and the colorful earthy variety of shops and stalls that line the busy streets. Still, I would not recommend travelling in China during the winter months. Like Europe and North America, China shares the same geographical disadvantages the approaching winter months bring to the landscape: a bleak permeating gray tone and an uncomfortable damp chill which clings to your body. Beginning in Chengdu and following me southward, this chill was rapidly descending from the Mongolian steppes to China's northern and central interior regions. This oppressive condition is most pronounced in the big cities like Beijing, Xian, or Chengdu, wher no matter what the season, the blue skies are rarely witnessed. I met travelers who had spent several months in these cities without observing a clear blue sky, thanks to the uncontrolled growth of urban pollution. I do not envy the Olympic athletes visiting Beijing's unhealthy skies, no matter what last minute attempts are made to improve conditions. Has the recent rush to emulate the American way of life by China's leaders and their obliging society proven to be a less than utopian path to follow? Is China's society just beginning to recognize the adverse effects a robust industrial revolution can create both for the environment and the people?
Of course, certainly as a whole, conditions have dramatically improved for the average Chinese citizen since Chairman Mao's Communist State reign and his disasterous policies such as the Great Leap Forward and the Cultural Revolution. And, as an American, one might say who am I to criticize any other society when one can observe in Nepal and China areas where they are opening their societies to new ideas and greate societal freedoms, and most South American countries are implementing greater democratic processes, yet the United States is constricting its citizens' societal freedoms.
My response...I still like Cantonese style Chinese cuisine over spicy scary Sichuan cuisine for freedom of expression and how we choose to live our lives is really what we're all striving for isn't it?
So, in less than a week the Olympic Games will shine the spotlight on a China not seen by most foreigners, a China that has gone through a dramatic transformation, for better or for worse, in relative obscurity. The Chinese government has already shown an oppressive hand in demonstrating what lengths it will go to present a favorable impression including a spit and polish massive makeover and PR promotion as well as a strict media censorship and civil liberty crackdown against any overt criticism. We'll see how willing and how able the world press will be toward presenting an honest picture in their coverage of today's Chinese society.
I did observe a genuine pride y the Chinese people in their country and heritage and I'm sure they feel an honest portrayal would be most beneficial.
I do wish the good people of China well and hope to return someday.
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