The Long River

S. and I are now comfortably ensconced in the Jade Suite of the MV Yangzi Explorer with the intention of cruising the four hundred miles or so between Yichang (population circa four million) and Chongqing (population seven million).  Yichang I’m sure you’ve never heard of, but Chongqing you may know as Chunking which it used to be before the Chicoms started tinkering with the names of their towns.  I also remember Chunking as the only Chinese food ever to cross our family table.  It was the name brand of the boxed chow mein that my mom got at the local grocery. Let’s deal with the name thing first.  When the first missionaries arrived in the area about five...

What’s Past Is Prologue

The words in the title of this blog are inscribed on the facade of the National Archives in Washington, DC, but actually they are a corruption of the Bard’s words in The Tempest Act II, Scene I wherein he wrote “ whereof what’s past is just prologue of what’s to come, that is, the future”.  If China’s past is just prologue of it’s future, we’re in trouble; but I don’t think so. What I’m going to say is not likely to square with any history you’ve read about China, if you’ve ever read any.  China’s history, it’s prologue, if you will, is really pretty simple.  It, like Caesar said of Gaul, can be divided into three parts.  First, there is the dynastic part. ...

China Revisited

My first visit to China and Beijing was in 1985, four years before the episode we all remember which played out at Tianamen Square in 1989.  As I stood in the center of the square with S. yesterday, I had flashbacks to my experiences over the last twenty-five years.  I thought it might be worthwhile, even interesting to recount some of them for you as a prelude to the blogs I intend to post during and after our current trip as tourists to the Middle Kingdom.  It’s worth while to note that the literal translation of Tianamen is Gate of Heavenly Peace or sometimes, mandate from Heaven.  I guess the gods will never leave us alone, even in China. 1.  My first...

Dallas to Beijing

In 1850 it took three to six months to sail from the US to China.  In 1937 the Pan Am Clipper Transpacific service could get you to China in five to seven days.  On October the 9th, 2010 we made it from Dallas to Beijing (Peking) door to door in twenty hours.  At that trajectory, how long will it take in another generation or two?  Hell, I’m still trying to figure out how the international date line thing works, and I have to refer to my iPhone to calculate if it’s 11:00 am in New York, what time is it in Shanghai. Suffice it to say, good old AA got us there in fine fettle even though for the fourth consecutive international flight, we had ground delays caused...

You Really Had To Be There

There is always music and color when Indian religion is in the air. I’ve struggled to make order out of everything we’ve seen, smelled, and experienced, but I’m afraid that’s well beyond my capability.  Two weeks is a short time and India is a big, complex piece of geography, history and humanity.  The best I can do is to share some of the impressions we take with us.  They are presented here in absolute random order.  That is to say I’m writing them down as I think of them which may, or may not, have anything to do with how or when they occured. I’m writting this as we’re on the way from Paris to Houston, a 10 hour daylight flight after a 9 hour night time...