こんにちは Kon’nichwa   你好 Ni hao  Hello

Japanese and Chinese characters are much different.

Granted, I was only in Japan, technically 5 days, and spent much of the time travelling.  I was briefly in Osaka, took the bullet train to Tokyo and enjoyed an afternoon and evening with a high school classmate and took off the next morning for 2 nights in Kyoto. Unfortunately, I had a touch of the stomach flu hit me in Tokyo and lasted until I returned to Dong’e where I spent 1 whole day in bed.  I somehow managed to push myself to do some touristy things and even eat, which I paid dearly for, but how can you NOT eat Kobe beef when in Japan.  Admittedly, I am using only 3 fairly large cities in Japan as comparisons to my China experiences and that being said I have never visited Shanghai, the largest and probably most modern city in China. Also, living in Qingdao for 6 months, I feel I can give a good comparison as it is a large, fairly modern city.

I was actually surprised to discover that Japan is a total 360 from China.  First off, it is MUCH more expensive than China.  Tokyo and Osaka rank 4^th and 5^th behind Singapore, Hong Kong and Zurich as the world’s most expensive cities.  Not counting Hong Kong, whose currency is the HK dollar, not the Chinese Renminbi, Shanghai is the only Chinese city in the top 20 coming in at 16.

 

In my opinion the cities I visited didn’t have that “Asian” feel to me nearly as much as does China. Of the 3, Kyoto, had the most traditional feel to me.  As a matter of fact, they felt almost European/Eastern European to me. Although, the part of Tokyo I visited had kind of a Times Square feel.  After walking around, stopping for an iced coffee, then later for a Gin and Tonic and a cheese plate….yes, cheese in Japan, we visited a large park right in the middle of the city. It was very much like Central Park.  People hanging on the lawn, listening to music, playing with their dogs, just enjoying the day.   Yes, when I was in Kyoto, there were girls running around in kimonos, but somehow it lacked an authentic feel. Especially when I saw about 4 shops where you could rent them for the day.  I also never saw a “real” geisha as they try to stay away from the limelight, except when they put on their seasonal dances.  You can, of course, “rent” a geisha for the evening, at a fairly steep cost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That being said, there is also a strong British influence in Japan.  The uniforms of the school children are very “British Like”.  I am not sure how I made it to adult life and didn’t realize they drove “on the wrong side of the rode” in Japan. So, I guess that is the second big difference between Japan and China, cars driving on the wrong side, well, unless you factor in my little village of Dong’e where you just drive on whichever side is convenient, at the moment.

I got the feeling that Japan is much more “tourist friendly”, especially “Western” tourist friendly or maybe I should say more prepared for Western Tourists.   Many signs were in English, I don’t see a lot of that in China, not even in Beijing or Qingdao.  Shanghai, sorry, can’t say.

I was surprised to find 7-Eleven and Lawsons everywhere.  Although, much to my dismay, no chip dip in Lawsons.  I have to admit, I did buy a ham and cheese on white bread with lettuce and mayo at Lawsons. I almost felt like I was back in elementary school as I sat on a bench and actually really enjoyed it.  Not something I would likely find in China.  I was also surprised at how many people spoke at least a little English, especially the taxi drivers.

Speaking of taxis’s……Taxi’s in China are just your typical taxi’s, not so much in Japan.  Taxi’s were more like chauffeur driven vehicles with many of the drivers in suit and tie and most all wearing white gloves.  Arriving at your destination, the driver pushes a button and your door pops open.  I learned quickly, don’t close it, they will also handle that from the driver’s seat. If you happen to have luggage, pop, another button and he opens the trunk, jumps out and handles your bags.  In China, 7 out of 10 times, it has been up to me to handle my bags in and out of the trunk.

 

 

 

Hotel’s…..I stayed in all Japanese brand mid price range hotels.  In China, I normally stay at Western Brands, if available, or a Chinese brand in the mid to high range.  I found the mid range Japanese hotels to be several notches better than the Western Brand/best Chinese brand hotels.  They were just better, construction-wise, cleanliness, customer service and amenities.  Not that the hotels in China had anything terribly wrong with them, I’m just saying the Japanese hotels were just all around better. You are just going to have to trust me on this, It is difficult to explain, something you almost need to experience.

Food…..Beef, I have yet to find a steak in a typical Chinese restaurant.  Being Japan, they are well known for Kobe beef.  I had probably one of the finest steaks I have eaten, cooked to perfection and served with a small salad and veggies. No, I didn’t have sushi, yes it is Japanese, no it isn’t as widely eaten as one might think.  I was told, yes, we eat sushi….sometimes. What seems to be widely popular is Yakatori, which is basically chicken kabobs.  They are grilled and served with different toppings.  I had them with wasabi, plum sauce and a type of basil, which actually looked more like a seaweed to me.

Of course, there is the subject of toilets.  China, 90% of the time…..squatties.  I never came face to face or should I say bottom to hole in the floor with a squatty in Japan.  China, always carry your own tissue.  I always found TP in public restrooms in Japan.  China, throw your used TP in a trash bin next to the squatty/toilet….DO NOT FLUSH! Japan posts signage telling you to please flush your tissue DO NOT discard in the bin.  I have decided that I want a Japanese toilet in my home.  They have all kinds of buttons to let you choose everything from heated seat to how much spray and how wrm the water to clean yourself and sometimes even a drying option.  I found these even in many public places.  They were often accompanied by a sign requesting people not to squat on the toilet seat, but please sit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t real feel like I have done a good job explaining why I feel China and Japan are 360 degrees different.  I think the more I try, this will become a more boring post than it already is.  Easiest way to explain is this; Japan is more civilized.  I had this discussion with my classmate who is living in Tokyo and that is the best word we could come up with. I have to agree, Japan is more civilized.

That being said, I have no desire to live in Japan, although, I would like to visit again.  I feel that I am getting much more of a cultural experience here in China.  Boy, did I struggle with this post, saying Japan is more civilized almost made me feel like I had been cheating on China.  I really do enjoy my life here and the opportunities and experiences it has provided.  Hope I can do better with the next post, any suggestions for topic are welcome.  I will leave you with some photos.

Qomolangma is the Tibetan name for Mount Everest.  It’s known as Sagarmatha in Nepalese and Chomolungma/Zhumulangma Feng in Chinese.

Climbing season officially closes on the mighty mountain on June 1^st.  I just learned that 4 more have lost their lives bringing this season’s death toll to 10.  They were found in a tent at camp four, 7,950 meters (26,085 feet), by a rescue team who were there to retrieve the body of a Slovak climber who died on the mountain earlier in the week.

With nothing exciting happening in Dong’e, I decided to reminisce about my journey to Mount Everest nearly one year ago.  Since having the overwhelming experience of camping overnight at base camp, I feel a connection to the mountain and a bit emotional when I hear that “another one or four” succumbed to the fierce mountain.

Even before I came to China, I had an interest in Tibet and meeting the Dalai Lama is on my bucket list.  Yes, I know he no longer lives in Tibet, that aside, how could I come all the way to China and not visit Tibet.  Let the research begin.  As I soon found out, getting to Tibet isn’t as easy as jumping on a train or plane and getting off in Lhasa.  An individual cannot enter Tibet without a travel permit and a Tibetan guide.  In other words, an individual cannot just turn up in Lhasa and hang out for a few days and travel around the region.  My plan was to go in June at the end of the school semester.  I would travel places easily accessible from Changning, Hunan where I was living and then continue on to Tibet before returning to the USA.  I applied for my Tibetan Travel Permit and found a guide and a group following the itinerary that I was interested in.

Working our way south from Changning, I was initially travelling with my Russian roommate, Yulia, I would leave her in Gungzhou and continue to Shenzhen on my own.  In Shenzhen, I would begin my 53 hour train ride to “The Roof of the World’ or “The Land of Snows”, otherwise known as Tibet.  I decided on the train, first of all, because why not, it should be beautiful, right? How bad can 53 hours be?  It was actually quite enjoyable as I met a Malaysian girl named Song and we hit it off famously.  Secondly, Lhasa sits at about 3,500 meters or 12,000 feet above sea level. Taking the train is supposed to make it easier to acclimatize. Each train compartment has oxygen that is released periodically or also can be released manually.  It is also recommended to spend a few days in Lhasa before heading to EBC, Everest Base Camp, which is at 5,200 meters or 17,000 feet above sea level.

When they say you can’t enter Tibet as an individual, believe it.  When my train reached Lhasa, everyone excitedly exited, passport and travel permit in hand as instructed.  Upon exiting, you had to show the documents to uniformed police/soldiers, I wasn’t sure.  After checking the documents you were led to another building and again checked before finally being handed off to your official guide who had to meet you there with his credentials or you weren’t going anywhere in Lhasa.

EBC is about 500 miles from Lhasa. After spending 3 days in and around Lhasa (I had a free day as I arrived one day before our official tour began), my group spent two days traveling and touring Gyantse, Shigatse and Dingri before arriving at base camp.  That journey itself was spectacular and I will address it at another time……on to one of the most amazing experiences of my life thus far.

We arrived at EBC as sunset was nearing. I hadn’t given any thought as to our accommodations and we hadn’t brought any “gear” with us.  The first thing our guide told us was that we were actually about 3 km from where the “real climbers” overnight.  Without an Official Everest Climbing Permit, this was as far as we were allowed to go to sleep.

Our accommodations were called “tent hotels”.  They are owned and operated by local nomads.  There are approximately 30 tents at base camp, each housing 5- 10 persons at a cost of 40 rmb per night or $6.00. Tents are made of yak hair as it withstands heavy rains, snows and strong sun.  Inside the tents are daybeds with a table in front for eating and personal belongings.  There is a stove in the center fueled by yak dung that heats the entire tent.  The tent also has a small kitchen which serves basic food such as rice, noodles and eggs.  Beer and baijiu are also available even though they recommend no alcohol at this altitude.  The beds were cozy and the tent quite warm. The latrines…..not so nice.  The latrines were across the way from my tent and cost 1 rmb or about 15 cents to use.  Home sweet home for the night.

As I mentioned, we arrived just before sunset.  Sadly, the peak of the mighty mountain was under cloud cover.  We got settled in our tent, I was rooming with George and Phillipe, who I had become quite close with during our time together and a French couple who had also hung out with us during most of the trip.  It was nice being just the 5 of us in our tent.  We were still getting settled in, when we heard a bit of a ruckus outside.  Dropping everything we went to see what was causing the commotion.  I got outside and everyone was looking toward the peak of Everest.  The skies had opened and we witnessed the sun setting on that magnificent summit that has claimed the lives of so many, so many who are still buried in her breast.  All I could do was look to the sky and cry.  I turned to George and Phillipe and we all knew we were witnessing something amazing. The peak of Mount Everest, a glowing orange triangle bathed in the setting sun.  They gave me a squeeze and we just stared in silence.  I don’t think I will ever forget how I felt at that moment in time.  Pictures snapped, tears dried, we headed back to our tent for hopefully a good nights sleep.  Of course, me being me, had stuck a couple of those airplane size bottles of absolut in my bag.  As the evening air was quite cold, they were nicely chilled and we all had a toast to life.

Okay, the sun has set, it’s dark, why didn’t I think to use the toilet when I could actually see where I was walking.  This isn’t exactly a walk in the park to take a pee. I mean, I am on a mountain, no not any mountain, I am on THE Mountain.  Find my phone for light, there is no outside lights at base camp, grab a 1 rmb bill, I can’t believe someone stays up all night around a smelly latrine to collect 15 cents.  Whatever, shoes on, I hike across the stones to a box with a hole in the ground so I can squat and relieve my bladder.

Outside, I am once again filled with awe as I stare up at the shining moon amongst what looked like a million stars.  If you don’t believe in God or a higher being, you might start here.  “I think to myself, what a wonderful world”….beyond description, I could have looked up forever, except for the fact I was freezing my nuts off, well if I had them they would be freezing off.  Back to the tent and under my nice thick, warm, cozy quilt.  I awakened a short time later, feeling a bit funny, maybe it was the alcohol at this altitude, maybe it was the yak dung stove fumes, maybe the food didn’t sit so well, I just felt like I needed fresh air……it was about 4 am, I went outside the tent.  Alone, under the stars on Mount Everest.  I just breathed in the cold night air and was swept by emotion.  Not sure how long I was out there, but it was a most peaceful, serene feeling that encompassed me.

Peaceful and serene until my bladder said you aren’t going back to bed yet.  Well, there was no way I was making my way back across the rocks to that lovely latrine.  Besides, I was the only person outside, there are no lights, I have lived in China long enough to just drop and squat outside the tent.  I did make sure I moved out of the walkway.  Back inside and sweet dreams until morning.

Morning arrives and we have the option of trekking the 3km to the “official” base camp or taking the bus.  Still feeling a little light headed, I opted for the bus, which isn’t really a bus, but a dilapidated van with no heat.  I also found out I wasn’t the only one who felt a little funny, I think maybe we had a touch of altitude sickness.  Nevertheless, I walked outside to a glorious morning and the peak of the mountain in perfect view.  Going to the official base camp and seeing where the “real” climbers begin their ascent was pretty cool.  In order to try to summit Everest, you must purchase a climbing permit at the price of about $11,000.  Wow….that’s all I can say……wow.

Upon leaving EBC, we were supposed to head to the Tibet/Nepal border and on to Kathmandu.  Because of the 2015 7.8 earthquake in Nepal which triggered an avalanche on the south base camp (Nepal Side) killing 22, the border between Tibet and Nepal had been closed.  When I booked my trip, it was scheduled to open the week before my EBC excursion.  After we arrived at EBC we were told the border was still closed and they would transport us back to Lhasa and make arrangements to fly us to Kathmandu.

So ends this journey to a magical but controversial part of the Middle Kingdom…..the Roof of the World…..Tibet.

I hope you don’t mind me jumping back in time with some past excursions in Down the Rabbit Hole.  Until next time, here are some more photos from this once in a lifetime experience.

During the Qing Dynasty, Tso TsungTang was a ruthless “war hero”. In 1850-64, during the Chinese Civil War, the Taiping Rebellion, he caused many to flee China, eventually making it to America to work on the transcontinental railroad.

Hailing from Hunan Province, General Tso’s relatives, to this day, have never heard of General Tso’s Chicken.  Now, I have only been in China a short time, about 20 months, I have never seen General Tso’s Chicken on a menu nor have I seen anything in any restaurant that even resembles what we in America know as General Tso’s Chicken.  Not only have I never seen the General’s Chicken, but, I am sorry to have to tell you that egg rolls, chop suey, crab rangoon, sweet and sour pork/chicken, pu pu platter, fried rice, hot mustard and finally fortune cookies basically do not exist in China.  For that matter, I can’t think of one thing from a Chinese menu in the USA that I have actually seen or eaten in China, except white rice.

I am fairly certain that American Chinese food at some point in time actually had roots in mainland China cuisine.  Back to General Tso for a minute, rumor and history claim that a Chef from Taiwan actually created a dish to honor General Tso.  Chef Peng ChangKuei, fled Hunan Province under Mao Zedong.  He fled to Taiwan and this is where he supposedly created his dish.  During the early 1970’s Chinese cuisine was booming in NYC.  Chef’s were always creating dishes claiming “first time in America”  “Authentic Chinese Dish”.  Of course they really were first time dishes because they were created to satisfy the American palate and yes, they did have roots in authentic Chinese cuisine, but those roots really weren’t too deep.  Mostly because most Americans wouldn’t stomach some authentic Chinese dishes such as feichang 猪肠 pig’s intestines,

fengzhao 鸡爪  chicken feet, duck’s blood soup, jellyfish, seaweed, goat kidneys, hearts, you name it, they eat it in China.  So, back to Chef Peng, the story goes that 2 chef’s from NYC went to Taiwan for inspiration and ate at Peng’s restaurant.  They brought his most famous dish back to America, recreated and bastardized it.  Peng finally also came to NYC and was disgusted to see what had happened to his dish honoring General Tso.  Not only that, he couldn’t convince anyone that it was originally his dish.

So, the whole point I am trying to make is that American Chinese food is really just American food made by people of Chinese decent.

A few other ways food/dining culture here in China differs is that you rarely find anything fried or breaded.  Egg rolls do not exist, although spring rolls do.  Spring rolls have a much lighter thin translucent wrapper and are not fried but steamed.  Chicken dishes in China are not nice diced pieces of boneless chicken.  If you order a chicken dish in China, expect a dish to arrive that is a chicken chopped, bones, skin, head and feet all in the dish.

Don’t get me wrong, it is always delicious, sautéed with herbs, spices and sometimes vegetables, but never a breaded and fried and slathered in sauce dish.   Usually a touch of oil, soy or vinegar, never swimming in a sweet and sour or any other sauce.  If a dish has sauce, it is always on the side for dipping and this is usually just for meat dishes.  Vegetables are prepared in such a mouthwatering way with ginger, garlic, chili peppers, peppercorns, etc, there is no need for any sauces.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chinese also love grilling.  When I am out in the evenings the smell of lamb, chicken and beef being grilled on the street is heavenly.  Now, when I say grill, don’t think hamburgers, chicken breast or a big fat sirloin, they grill most all of their meat on kabobs served with small dishes of spices to dip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chinese cuisine in China also pays more attention to veggies and bean products versus meat and fried dishes like in America.  The Chinese have a way with eggplant that I can’t explain.  It is simple and amazing.  I hope to find someone to teach me to make it.

A few other differences; in China you never order/get individual servings.  Everything is served family style.  You also don’t serve food on to your personal plate and eat.  Mainly because you don’t really receive a plate.  You do get a small saucer size plate and a small bowl.  This is to basically catch scraps, put things to cool or put waste.  Yes, you spit the bones on the table or on your small plate.  Depending on the restaurant, it is perfectly acceptable to spit your chicken/pig/sheep bones onto the floor.  Using your chopsticks, you just grab a bite of whichever dish you want and eat.

Don’t expect bing shui, cold water in China, basically it doesn’t exist.  You will ALWAYS be served hot water with a meal.  It can be the middle of summer and the spiciest dish on the menu, you get hot water.  Okay, so you think, I will order a beer……. room temperature.  Tipping doesn’t exist. A receipt for your meal, forget about it, unless you ask for a “fapiao”. This is a receipt with an official government stamp you can use if you need to be reimbursed.

So, China is a huge country, cuisine does differ from province to province.  Hunan spicy is much different than Szechuan spicy, some provinces favor sweeter foods,  bottom line, Chinese food on mainland China is not what we eat in America.  I did google to find out the most popular dish throughout all of China.  Surprise, a simple egg and tomato dish.  I have to say I believe this to true.  No matter where I have been in China, I do always see eggs (usually sorta scrambled) mixed with tomatoes.  It is delicious.

Depending on where you live, rice or noodles may be more popular.  Noodles differ by region, rice noodles, egg noodles, tofu noodles, fat, thin, etc.  2 other popular dishes, baozi which is a steamed bun stuffed with meat or vegetables and jiaozi or dumplings.  Both are usually dipped in a garlic vinegar sauce.

What do I miss most….sometimes I crave a big juicy burger, a pepperoni pizza, a thick blood rare steak, chardonnay……. I can usually find a way to satisfy these cravings. I am sharing some photos of typical dishes that I enjoy and maybe some I don’t.

My biggest disappointment:  NO CHEESE IN CHINA!

Some more photos of food I have had in China………

Bottom line, internet in China sucks. Not only does internet in China suck, but we have to deal with “The Great Firewall of China”.  No, this has nothing to do with the 2300 year old, 13,171 mile long structure, which CANNOT be seen from space by the human eye.  The Great Firewall of China per wikipedia:  The Great Firewall of China (abbreviated to GFW) is the combination of legislative and technological actions that have been taken by the government of Mainland China (which is controlled by the Communist Party of China, CPC) to regulate the Internet domestically. It is the main instrument used by the government to achieve Internet censorship in China. These CPC regulations include criminalizing certain online speech and activities, blocking from view selected websites, filtering key words out of searches initiated from computers located in Mainland China, requiring international online service provider store their Chinese customer information within China, and slowing down cross-border internet traffic.

So much for freedom of speech, etc.

Basically, this means that technically, while in China, I have no access to anything google related, no facebook, no instagram and many other blocked websites.  How am I posting to facebook you may ask.  VPN, virtual private network, before arriving in China, I PAID FOR, downloaded and installed Astrill as my VPN.  This allows me to access these sites while appearing to do so outside of Mainland China.  Periodically, the PRC shuts down VPN access.  Generally, it is really just a pain in the ass to have to log onto a VPN each time you want to access these sites.

My only point being, I have been trying to post to my blog. I am trying to post an entry with photos.  Internet sucks, I have been trying for 4 days to upload a post.

This is just a little PSA to let you know I am still recording #mychinalife. I am just having some technical difficulties.  Please stay tuned.

I have officially been in Dong’e  东阿县  for one week.  It has been a whirlwind week.  Being the only laowai 老外, foreigner, in about 50 miles, I have created quite a stir.  Evidently, they didn’t expect a foreign teacher to actually move to the city as I don’t really have a job right now, although I am getting paid and have been given a beautiful apartment.  I am eventually going to be teaching English to children at an Activity Center on Saturday and Sundays.  Currently I have been to a Kindergarten and a Chinese Youth Training Center where I have given several demo lessons to children and their parents.  During these “recruiting” sessions, Peter, my boss, who by the way is new to the business, signs kids up for the program.  When will it start?????  I have no answer.  Truth be told, my main activity has been going to dinners with various people in the community so they can meet me.

Let me try to explain a Chinese Business Dinner.  Anywhere from 4-12 people sit around a giant lazy susan table.

Massive amounts of food are brought out throughout the evening. The evening can last from 1.5 to 5+ hours during which you eat and drink baijiu, which I will address shortly, but first more on the dinner.  In many Chinese restaurants, tables are in individual rooms. Upon arrival to the room, no one can sit until the host arrives.  I was the “guest of honor” and there was a certain position at the table where I had to sit.  This position would be the center of the table facing east or facing the entrance to the room.   At your seat you will find you place setting which is shrink wrapped in cellophane. The setting includes a small plate, a small tea cup, a rice bowl, spoon and juice glass. A set of plastic wrapped chopsticks is separate.  Supposedly, they are shrink wrapped to ensure cleanliness. Unfortunately, this isn’t always the case.  So the first thing you do, after opening, is stack them plate first, rice bowl, tea cup, juice glass and spoon inside the juice glass.  Next you pour hot water or hot tea into the juice glass until it overflows into the teacup.  Dip your chopsticks into the juice glass, remove the spoon, dump the water onto the next layer and so forth, finally dumping the remainder of the water over the plate into the trash bin which is under the table.  Now that your dishes have been properly sanitized, someone at the table will pour everyone tea.  Let the feast begin.  Your small plate is placed in front of you, but it is there to basically eat over and catch any droppings.  At a dinner in China, you do not fill your plate, but merely take food with your chopsticks from whatever dish is in front of you and eat.  As more and more food is brought out the table is rotated by people at the table so all dishes get around to everyone. Basically it is communal eating.  By now the host has opened the baijiu and has filled everyone’s juice glass to the brim.   At some dinners, the women don’t drink baijiu, usually tea, fruit juice or beer (pijiu 啤酒).  At my first dinner, everyone drank baijiu, the host brought a case.  The host and then various people around the table will give a toast to welcome you.  You will either clink glasses or touch the glass to the table and nod if the person giving the toast is across the table from you.  If you hear the word “ganbei” 干杯, this literally translates to “dry cup” and is the Chinese version of “bottoms up”.  The tricky part of the dinner is pacing yourself as you must continue drinking until the host is finished.

Per the blog chinaslostpanda.com:  “As crazy as it may sound to some people, drinking (excessively) is a respectable quality in China.

It is even integrated in the Chinese language itself. The word 酒品 (jiupin) literally means “alcohol integrity”, and to some extent is believed to reflect the 人品 (renpin) “personal integrity”.

Drinking in China is therefore an indispensable social ritual. Not among college students, but among mature, grown up men. The goal is not to get wasted (even though it is hard to avoid), but to show that one is trustworthy and upright”.

My first dinner was with the owner of several kindergartens in Dong’e, Peter, some teachers and 3 educators from Beijing who were in town to do a training with the kindergarten teachers.  Let me tell you, they could handle their baijiu.  After my first juice glass of baijiu, Rich, the owner of the kindergarten, saw me sipping and then said I had to finish in 4 drinks, or the next 4 toasts.  It was a record night for me, 4 glasses of baijiu and I didn’t fall down the steps when we left.  Needless to say, I was invited to dinners the next 4 nights, all which included baijiu.  Luckily for me, after my first glass of baijiu, I convinced my hosts to let me switch to red wine.

So, you may ask, what exactly is baijiu 白酒?  My usual response is, “its Chinese hooch or moonshine”.  Literally it translates to “white alcohol”  In fact it’s a grain alcohol made from one or more of the following grains; sorghum, glutinous rice, wheat, barley or millet. It can even be made with corn and peas.  Legend has it that the first baijiu was accidentally made from cooked sorghum seeds (still usually the spirit’s base grain) that were left inside a hollow tree stump during the Xia Dynasty (2100 to 1600 BCE). Baijiu comes in several aromas or fragrances. Frankly, I can’t tell one from another, of course maybe if I went to a baijiu tasting, if there is such a thing. Rumor has it that baijiu is slowly working its way into mixed drinks in the western world.  Baijiu is found in nearly every Chinese home and at 1.8 billion strong it is the best selling liquor in the world.

I received a box of baijiu as a housewarming gift here in Dong’e.  The bottles, by the way, are beautiful.  I have transitioned to my new city and have had my share of lessons in baijiu….until next time…Ganbei 干杯