Adventure hat. Check.
Brand new Canon 500D with 15 mega pixels, 200mm lens, and lots of other features I'm still trying to figure out how to use. Check.
Lonely Planet guide, without which I would be totally lost and never heard from again. Check.
I'm off today on another adventure in China. Last year, I visited Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. This year, I'll be journeying south to Yunnan Province, a region that borders Vietnam and Myanmar. For 11 days I'll wander around the province, from jungles to mountains and even the border area with Tibet. Check for posts and pictures sometime in May.
Friday, April 15, 2011
It was just another Monday morning as I rode Line 2 toward Fuchengmen, the closest subway station to my office. I had just missed the morning rush and a few empty seats near the end of the bench awaited my still sleepy body. With headphones firmly planted into each ear, I sat and watched as station after station rolled by.
Somewhere along the line, the empty seats next to and across from me filled up with four older men wearing tattered brown and gray jackets. Their skin was a leathery color, much darker than some of the other people in the subway car; their clothes were a little dirty and they were carrying large duffle bags. Migrant workers, I guessed, or country folk at the least. Their skin tanned from a life of labor under the unforgiving sun.
I stared at my iPod’s screen searching for a new song, but out of the corner of my eye I could see the one guy leaning in close, as if to see what was happening on the tiny screen I was so fixated on. Nearer he drew, a bit too close for comfort actually. Then he stopped his sudden invasion of my personal space. There was a pause, then a flash. I looked up. The man sitting across from me had a camera in his hand and was giving the thumbs up to the one sitting next to me. There was laughing as they looked at the camera’s screen. The guy had taken a photo – and I was the main subject.
A few moments later, a second shooting occurred followed by more laughter from the group. I looked up briefly, smiled and turned my attention back to the iPod. Such is the life of a foreigner in Beijing.
This wasn’t the first time someone had taken my picture, although most of the time I’ll get a slight tap on the shoulder and see a smiling Chinese person holding a camera and motioning me to stand next to someone already posing in front of some landmark or tourist attraction. These discreet, spy-like encounters, while amusing, are uncommon.
In my pre-China preparation two years ago, I’d read these types of requests are fairly common for Western tourists. Often the case, Chinese tourists from the country’s hinterlands where foreigners aren’t so abundant come to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai, see the national landmarks and also run into many of their foreign tourist counterparts. With fancy cameras in hand, many will muster up the courage to tap these pale-complexioned people on the shoulders and ask for a photo.
That was probably the case with my subway encounter: the dark-skinned migrants, probably from a far off province, were taking a photo of chalk-white me to write home about. I could only image the letter or e-mail that would accompany the photo; probably something along the lines of “We saw the strangest thing on the subway today. It was dressed funny, had pasty white skin and had chords coming out of its ear as it stared at this tiny hand-held screen device!”
Or maybe they thought I was [insert name of famous movie star]. Either way, it brightened my morning.
During my first visit to Tiananmen Square, a group of high school age Chinese girls could barely hold back fits of giggles as they asked to have their photo taken with me. I was skeptical at first since I thought they were trying to sell me something but quickly agreed and had someone take a picture of me with the girls as well
Atop the Fragrant Hills outside Beijing, a cool looking Chinese dude wanted a photo with me, looking equally as cool at the time
While traveling in China’s western-most region, Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region, I stopped to enjoy the scenery of a lake and waterfall and soon found a queue of Chinese tourists admiring me and waiting to have their photo taken with the only foreigner for miles. If I’d charged a fee that time, I could have made an easy 50 kuai ($7)
In Shanghai, a young woman approached me on the Bund next to the Huangpu River and said that I was “very beautiful” before handing her camera off to a friend for a quick pic. She followed her comment with an unexpected “You should remember me forever” but ran off before I could get a name or number
While sitting on the Bund between takes for Beijing Review's Days and Nights in Shanghai DVD project, a young woman walked up and started talking with me. We talked for a while about the project and Shanghai, but I couldn't quite get her to ask me for an autograph