Sunday 31 August 2014

The Trans-Siberian Railway: Beijing to Ulaan Baatar (1366 km)


Check out of the hotel and lug my case across the overpass to the forecourt of Beijing station. After going though the security check and baggage X-ray, it takes me a while to find the right place to wait since there is a waiting room 6 which serves other trains but we have to wait directly over platform 6. Lots of Westerners, including a young couple from Perth and Bristol, doing much the same as me. About 1100 we are allowed down to the platform and onto the train where I find I am sharing the compartment with just one young guy from Chile, Claudio. The train leaves at 1122, dead on time, and rather to my surprise it goes through Beijing South which seems to be in the wrong direction. We should be heading North and West not South! It takes us about 40 minutes to clear the outskirts of Beijing, high rise apartment blocks and grimy industry,  but just as I think we are in the countryside we go through a bleak looking town of old single story houses packed in  tightly and oldish 4-10 storey apartment blocks. After that the scenery improves as  we enter mountains and pass a large reservoir.

Yes, it goes all the way to Moscow!
Wood Burning Water Heater

Different Colour Scheme from the Chinese Trains.
Otherwise design almost identical.

High Rise Apartments  in the Outskirts of Beijing
 Just after 1200 we are given meal tickets for lunch and dinner; lunch is scheduled from 1230 to 1300 so we all head for the dining car which is very full. I join a table with three middle aged ladies doing an organised tour from Beijing to St Petersburg. Two of them from Vancouver and the other from USA.  Lunch is sautéed beef with celery. Not as good as the sautéed beef in Beijing but perfectly OK and there is moderately cold beer. During lunch we pass through spectacular mountain scenery interspersed with tunnels. Building the railway must have been a heroic piece of engineering; I think it was completed in the 1950's. Wish I could have taken photos but not easy during lunch.
Mountains North of Beijing


They look even better with a beer.
The train is hot; it is the first one since Thailand  without air conditioning,  only a little fan. First class looks very plush and does have air conditioning. The guy from Bristol offers me a battered copy of The Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux which I accept since it is a book I have heard a lot about and always wanted to read. Sorry I couldn't do him a swap, since I left "Bangkok Days" in the hotel,  deciding I wasn't going to read it again after leaving Thailand. He and his partner lived in Bangkok for a year or so  and he knows the Penalty Spot bar and restaurant where P works.

At 1440 we stop at a big station, Zhang Jia Kou Nan,  for few minutes. Note that we are back to low level platforms. We are on a wide plain with mountains in the distance. Corn seems to be the major crop and there are massive fields of it. Often interspersed with sunflowers which add colour to the scene. The villages comprise tightly packed rows of one story houses.  A huge contrast to the high rises of Beijing not so far away.

We go through a  range of hills, largely in tunnels,  and we emerge on a less fertile plateau of open grassland grazed by sheep. At 1655 we stop for a few minutes at another big station, Jiningnan. Outside the air is cool and refreshing but the cool air isn't penetrating the carriages which are still warm and stuffy; it doesn't seem to get any cooler inside. After Jiningnan we are on a mostly uncultivated plateau of dryish grassland with grey brown outcrops of rock. Occasional flocks of sheep and herds of cows. We pass some villages where there is more intensive cultivation, typically of long thin strips of various crops, even some polytunnels but then it is back to open grassland. Realise we have crossed the boundary between the intensively cultivated region of SE Asia and China, which I have been travelling through since entering Thailand, since leaving Singapore if you include palm oil plantations as intensive cultivation, and the open lands of Central Asia. 

Had dinner of stir fried  chicken with onion and cabbage,  and rice and got chatting  to  and drinking with, Barry, originally from Portsmouth but who spent most of his working life in Sydney and is now based in Phnom Penh. He tells me he worked as a labourer,  bus driver and doing other odd jobs but now seems able to afford to travel the world. Says it all comes from Australian "Super" which sounds like a good deal to me.

Just before 2200  we stop at Erlian Station to the sound of martial music where a Chinese immigration   official takes our passports. According to the timetable we will be here for 3 hours. Realise the reason for the long  wait is that they change the bogies from Chinese standard gauge to Mongolian broad gauge. The train is taken into a large shed, the carriages separated and each one is individually jacked up, lifted off the old bogies and new bogies put in. It's a heroic technical solution to a problem that could have been solved so much easier by simply changing trains and integrating that with combined Chinese/Mongolian border control formalities. 1230 we are back at Erlian Station where we wait for a while and then the Chinese Immigration officials come running out at the double and proceed to give us back our passports and  literally look under the beds. As the train leaves, we get more martial music and the immigration officials stand to attention. We are on our way to Mongolia where everyone tells me I didn't need to get a visa. The rules have changed in the last month or so.

Shed full of Bogies
Jacking up the carriage
Jacked up off the old bogies 

Rolling in the new Bogies

Dual gauge track

The first station in Mongolia is to Zamin Uud where there is a big "Welcome" sign. The soldiers on the platform  don't look so welcoming.  

The Mongolian Immigration official comes and takes our passports but is not interested in the arrival cards we have just  completed; she is far less militaristic than her Chinese counterpart, white blouse, black skirt and lanyard identifying her as "Mongolian Immigration". She and her colleagues take all the passports to the office in briefcases and we wait about 40 minutes,  when she hands us back our stamped passports and another man comes to look at our customs forms. At least I think that is what they are. Since they are written entirely in Mongolian the only bits I have been able to complete are passport number, name and date of birth. There are several Yes/No Questions which I suspect ask if I am bringing in illegal drugs,  large amounts of currency, endangered species and possibly whether I have committed genocide, but since I have no idea which are the yes and no boxes, I leave them blank. The official doesn't seem to care,  shrugs and doesn't even bother to collect them. And soon we are on our way again at 2.40 am. Go to bed and sleep soundly until about 8 am.

Look out to a totally flat, empty  and featureless landscape. Very arid, just coarse tussocky greenish brown grass  stretching off to the horizon. Blue sky with white streaks of cloud. I learnt later this is technically part of the Gobi desert although it doesn't look like what I think of as desert. The line is single track and clackety clack. Remember when I was a child, someone telling me how to calculate the speed of the train from the frequency of the clacks, or was it from the telegraph poles? The clickety clacks are about once a second so if only I knew the rail lengths used by Mongolian railways I would be there. Another question for Google, but here there is no WiFi and not even a  cell phone signal.

Travelling across an Arid Landscape

Totally featureless
Make myself some coffee for breakfast, have some biscuits and one of the "soyjoy" bars I picked up in Beijing. The soyjoy are not bad, better than the name suggests. The biscuits from M&S in Singapore are definitely emergency rations only. Once in my mouth they turn into a thick, somewhat raspberry flavoured, sweet doughy mass.

The landscape doesn't change much and I wonder how people navigated across it with no landmarks and, as far as I can, see no water. Apart from the railway, lined with a pile of detritus that people have thrown out of the windows,  the only signs of human impact are the fences on either side, power and  telephone lines, and a road running parallel about 200 m to the right. During the next half hour I see one truck and two cars on it. Later on some features appear, It's not quite so flat; there are some horses  and cattle and I see my first  "Ger"; I understand that "Yurt" is non PC.  More horses and cows and occasionally pools of water so it is not as arid as I imagined. Pass what I think is a coal mine and at 1030 we arrive at  Choyr. A chance to get off and enjoy the bright sunshine, fresh air, pleasant breeze and ideal temperature. On the other tracks there are  long trains of coal.    

After Choyr it is back to flat and featureless again for at least the next hour.  Noon and the scenery hasn't changed. Decided it was time for lunch so set off for the PECTOPAH, makes me feel like I am in Russia already, although I assume it's Mongolian. For a moment I wonder that Mongolian doesn't have its own word for "restaurant" and then realise that neither does English or Russian; we all copied the French.   It's worth visiting for the decor alone; no easy clean plastic in here. Intricate wood carvings cover the walls and almost any available surface.  There is even an antique gun on display. The menu comes with pictures and translations in English so I order a steak and a beer. Don't think I have had a steak since I left Singapore and for the first time since leaving Singapore I have seen lots of cows. The steak isn't going to win any awards but it's quite tasty and the beer is cold. Not many people in the restaurant, a Chinese family and me plus the staff. The daughter in the Chinese family  is very friendly, speaks some English and we take some photos together. Later we exchange telephone numbers and email addresses.

Mongolian Restaurant Car

Mongolian Restaurant Car

Steak and Beer 
About an hour before we arrived in Ulaan Baatar some hills and trees appeared and there were a couple of small townships mostly of single storey dwellings with brightly coloured roofs but also "gers" in small fenced compounds. We arrived just outside the station on time at 2.40 pm but then sat there until nearly 3.00.  Both Claudio and I  got off and I took a couple of photos of the locomotive as they uncoupled it and it chugged off.


At last, some Hills and Trees

Gers

Township near Ulaan Baatar


Locomotive chugging off

Coming out of the station I couldn't find any obvious taxi rank but a young woman trying to sell accommodation in a  guest house and tours offered me a taxi to Kaiser Hotel for 10 000 Tugrik , about US$6 which seemed a fair deal. First problem was getting out of the car park since people had parked in the access lanes. Next problem was that the taxi driver who was clearly "unofficial" had no idea where the hotel was,  resorting to asking passers by. So it was after 4.00 by the time I arrived. 

Wednesday 27 August 2014

Exploring Beijing

Sunday 17th August.
After a cup of tea in my room overlooking the station I went out to explore the adjacent Henderson shopping mall which looks rather tired and past its prime. There are many places to eat but most have menus in Chinese only, apart from the expensive looking Japanese restaurant. Eventually I found one that had pictures and names in English where I order sautéed beef, stir fried green beans and a beer. The place looks a bit like an American diner, with red plastic bench seats and an open kitchen at the side. The food proved to be far better than expected. Hot, tasty and freshly cooked. Quite spicy with a lot of chilli and garlic. Quite different from the Chinese food in UK or even Singapore.
Picked up a couple of beers from the supermarket to go back to the room and do some washing!
Monday 18th August
Armed with the street map I bought yesterday, plus the map sent by Real Russia, I thought it would be quick and easy to find the travel agency to pick up my ticket for the first segment of the Trans Siberian Express from Beijing to Ulaan Baatar. Neither map had a scale and the map I bought shows the whole of Beijing but on too small scale to show all the individual streets near the centre. When all else fails, ask a policeman,  of which there are many, guarding all access points to the station. Luckily the map from Real Russia had the address in Chinese and he knew enough English to point in the right direction and say "eight hundred metres". When I eventually found the office the woman was very efficient and gave me the ticket telling me that the departure time has been re scheduled from 0805 to 1130,  which is far more civilised. Checked my precious ticket;   "Alles in Ordnung" since it is printed in Chinese, Mongolian and German! After the hot walk I was easily tempted by the nearby Starbucks for an iced latte, Danish pastry and brownie; a good, healthy late breakfast.

Decided to explore the nearby City Wall Park along one of the few remaining parts of the city wall which dates from the 1400's and was originally 40 km long. It was rebuilt and strengthened at various times and clearly they are still working on it. The park is a pleasant oasis in an otherwise built up area and supports many pairs of fat magpies. 

The City Wall


12 Commandments for the City Wall Park

Urban Beijing near the City Wall
There is a museum in one of the bastions which tells more about the history. The bastion and the wall were last used defensively to defend the city against British and Russian troops  in 1900. It also provides a good view over the railway station and the tracks leading into it; a great place for train spotters! There is a commercial  art gallery occupying part of the bastion where I found some of the works, by an artist Xia Xing,  are surprisingly explicit; amazed it gets past the censors.

Woman's Best Friend ? 


From the top of the bastion I could see my hotel but realised that I was separated from it by a very solid Ming dynasty wall and many railway tracks, so the only way back was the way I had come. Very hot and sticky by the time I arrived but felt more human after a shower and a cup of tea.

Later in the evening met KY in the hotel lobby where we had a couple of beers before going out to eat in the Ritan area of Beijing. A whole street full of restaurants, many nationalities and supporting a large Russian community, based on the amount of Cyrillic in the menus. We chose a Chinese restaurant where KY chose the food and treated us to a banquet. Fish with little pancakes, two sorts of aubergines, juicy dumplings, and some other dishes I can't remember! Later had a beer in a nearby Italian place.

Tuesday 19th August
Set out for the Temple of Heaven, since I visited the Forbidden City a few years ago. On the way, at the corner of Tiananmen Square,  I came across the Railway Museum which proved more interesting than I had expected. Plenty of information in English although it is heavy on propaganda. The railways came late to China and much of today's network was only completed after the Communist Party came to power in 1949.  Based on the maps I saw, difficult to interpret since all in Chinese,  I would not have been able to do this journey in 1949, although there was a Shanghai to Beijing line by then. " In 1933 a train ride from Beijing to Shanghai took around 44 hours, at an average speed of 33 km/h. Passengers had to get off in Pukou with their luggage, board a ferry named "Kuaijie" across the Yangtze, and get on another connecting train in Xiaguan on the other side of the river." 

Mao overseeing the Railway Museum



I also learnt that the high speed rail track is laid onto solid concrete foundations rather than traditional railway ballast, which fits with what I saw, and the rails are heavier, 60 kg/m, than the usual ones.  From the Railway Museum walked down Qianmen Street, a recently renovated pedestrian avenue lined with buildings in traditional  Chinese style although I think all of them are new.

Qianmen Street, looking towards Tiananmen Square


Qianmen Street

Statues in Qianmen Street

 Walked down some quiet tree lined side streets until I came to the outside of the Temple of Heaven, protected by a massive, high brick wall extending as far as I could see in both directions. Made what I thoought was an educated guess that the entrance was on the left which luckily proved to be correct.  


Boris Bikes in Beijing

The Temple of Heaven was stunning. And the whole complex is huge!  I think I must have visited it on my first trip to China over 20 years ago but my memory has faded with time. Obviously there has been very extensive restoration and I don't know how much is original but the overall result  is amazing. According to UNESCO " "a masterpiece of architecture and landscape design which simply and graphically illustrates a cosmogony of great importance for the evolution of one of the world’s great civilizations...". Yes, I had to look up "cosmogony" too.

http://www.kinabaloo.com/temple_of_heaven.html

Gateway to the Temple of Heaven


Temple of Heaven:  Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests
Temple of Heaven
 At one side of the temple complex is the "Hall of Abstinence" where the emperor would fast for a period of three days  before making sacrifices for a good harvest. For three days of no food, no alcohol and no women, one might think a small monastic cell would be appropriate  but obviously Chinese Emperors wanted to abstain in style!
Entrance to the Hall of Abstinence 

More Roof Decorations

Why??

Not far away is  the " Divine Music Administration" complex designed to support the hundreds of musicians and performers for these huge rituals. Inside there is an extensive exhibition relating to traditional Chinese music, some of it rather lost on me since I have never got to grips with understanding Western music despite several years of music lessons at school.

There is more information here

In the evening went to Sanlitun Bar Street where I had a salmon panini at Crepanini followed by a delicious Crepe Tartin, while watching the street go by and the acrobatic  pole dancer in the bar opposite, where I later had a beer, by which time the pole dancer had been replaced by a band.
Crepanini
Tsingtao at Crepanini

I had expected Sanlitun to be a Chinese equivalent of Holland Village in Singapore, or even like the bars around one of the lakes in Beijing    I had visited a few years ago. But many of the bars looked suspiciously empty and none show prices so I suspect many are out to fleece unsuspecting tourists.  The one I drank in was quite reasonable. 
Sanlitun Bar Street

Sanlitun Bar Street

Street Food at Sanlitun Bar Street

Going home the first few taxi drivers I approached didn't want to go to the hotel but a driver of one of the little electric tricycle taxis was happy to take me. A bit slow but a fascinating experience travelling silently in an open air vehicle through the streets of Beijing, sometimes on roads and sometimes on pavements. Later I have read warnings about not using these vehicles but the driver of mine was very good and delivered me safely to the hotel. 

Tuesday 26 August 2014

Shanghai to Beijing. (1303 km)


Breakfast doesn't start 'til 7.30 so it was an instant cappuccino and a granola bar this morning. 
Couldn't resist taking a photo of this instruction sheet in the room before I left.
I particularly like the one about not following strangers to "fun" places

Checked out and made good use of the plastic emergency poncho I nearly threw away to get to Nanjing Road East metro station and stay reasonably dry. Naively thought that 8.00 on a Sunday would be quiet but it was standing room only all the way to Hongqiao Railway Station, the penultimate station on the line. The station is enormous and  feels more like an airport terminal. Departures is on level 2, a huge seating area with all sorts of kiosks selling stuff and 26 platforms. I can see restaurants etc on level 3. As expected there is a baggage X ray check and I can see train G14 goes from "Check In"  No 1 at the far end. Most of the seats are taken so I join the queue at the check in gate. About 0940 they open the gates, my ticket and passport are checked and I get escalator down to platform. I am in Coach 2  in a seat next to the window and facing direction of travel.


Shanghai Hongqiao Railway Station

Is the word "delayed " not in their vocabulary?
Note the number of trains to Beijing! 
The Train

More "Things not to do"
1000 precisely and we are gliding out of the station. Soon up to 300 km/h. Feels fast but not as fast as I had expected. Most of the track is built quite high so nothing very close to the train. It is still a wet and gloomy morning. Since I am travelling "First Class" we get given some Tropicana orange and a bag of assorted nibbles. We reached Nanjing South at 1100 after which I dozed off. Woke about 1200 to see the sun had come out and we were travelling  through a flat landscape of yellow-green fields and poly tunnels. Not sure what the crop is but there is a lot of it. Maize?

Up to speed

Decided to find the buffet car. Go through the Business Class coach which has only three seats abreast which can be configured to lie flat. I was tempted  to splurge on Business Class but glad I didn't since it was a lot more expensive and would only be worthwhile if you wanted to sleep. 2nd class looks ok but not as much space as first. In the rather cramped and full buffet car, the only meals on offer are pre packaged and don't look very appetising so I get a Starbucks Frappucino and a bag of cashews for a hefty 56 yuan. The scenery is more interesting now with some hills but it is wet and foggy outside.

Reach Jinan West Station at 1319. It's another big station with 17 platforms. Lots of men get off for a quick  2 minute smoke despite the announcement that smoking is not alloyed on the platform. We leave at 1322.
At 1455 precisely we arrive at Beijing South station. I stop to get some photos of the train,  find my way out and find the map of the Beijing metro system. The ticket machines for the Beijing Metro, like the ones in Shanghai,  require you to inut the destination station soo it can calculate the fare. Please to say they have an English version. But in Beijing it turns out that whatever your destination the answer is always 2 Yuan. The  Metro works fine changing from line 4 to line 2 at Xuanwumen.  And when I get to Beijing Railway Station Metro there is a sign that points me to the Howard Johnson Hotel where I am staying. It's rather more upmarket than most of the hotels I have stayed in but it has the great advantage of being directly oposite the station from where I will be getting my train to Ulaan Baatar. The room is excellent with a great view over the very traditional looking station, built in the 1950's.
The Train in Beijing

Beijing Railway Station from the Hotel Window

Monday 25 August 2014

Last Day in Shanghai

Had breakfast of toast, yoghurt and coffee in the hotel. OK and friendly service but nothing to get excited about. Took metro one stop to Yu Yuan and headed for the preserved part of the old city. So many people! Ticket to the garden was 30 Yuan. The garden is beautiful but suffers from just too many people. Reminded me of IKEA on a weekend. Crowds of people in a maze. And when you see kitchens for the third time you realise you are going round in circles. The problem is that one classical Chinese building with a pond in front of it looks much like another. But I knew there was only one exhibition of seal stones, a pleasant cool retreat from the hordes, but I confess that however intricate and beautiful the workmanship, I can't get very excited by seal stones so when I got to the entrance the third time I decided it was time to escape. There is a map at the entrance but none inside so I was beginning to worry that the 30 Yuan entrance fee might come with a 70 Yuan exit fee but eventually found the exit and looked round the rest of the preserved old quarter. 

Yu Yuan Garden

Yu Yuan Garden

Preserved Old Part of Shanghai

Preserved Old Part of Shanghai.
So many people!

Sadly most of it is devoted to tourist tat and the crowds detracted from what would otherwise be a delightful place to explore. Eventually managed to find the City God Temple which is located next to the City God Temple Snack Plaza but is not as well signposted. Impressive but fairly typical Chinese temple with lots of fearsome looking gods. Lots of people tying red ribbons onto small posts in front of an array of what, I assume, are minor gods. No different from. lighting candles for saints. But surprised how many genuine worshippers there were as distinct from tourists. 

Door of City God Temple

After the temple, I got out of the preserved quarter, wandered round some local alleys and streets and eventually found my way back to the Metro station. 
Back Street in Shanghai

Back Street in Shanghai
Here I met the first definite tea house scam couple. Can you take our picture they asked. Where are you from? How long are you staying in Shanghai. I am studying in Shanghai and my cousin is visiting. I explained that I was planning to go to the museum in Peoples Square. It will be very crowded now. Why don't you come with us to a tea ceremony. I made my excuses and escaped into the Metro station but realised this Line wasn't going to take anywhere I wanted. Now realise the "nice" couple, I met yesterday were running the same scam.

Decided it would be quicker to walk to People's Square than try to take the Metro so  set off with a view to finding somewhere to eat on the way. Then came across Tocks which claims to be a Montreal Deli.


Not sure how a Montreal deli differs from a New York Deli. Couldn't resist the Reuben sandwich and they even gave me a choice on the leanness of the beef. Turned out to be North American sized. Very good but more filling than I planned for. Continued to People's Square but overshot my left turn by a couple of blocks. By the time I reached the museum it was 1555 and the attendants were just putting up the barriers saying "Closed for the day"; I missed it by a minute. And officially last entrance is supposed to be at 1600. Feeling lazy, I decided to take the metro just one stop to near the hotel but by the time I found the metro station,  queued at machine to  buy ticket walked for ages to get to the Line 2 platform, just missed one train and couldn't get on the next because the stupid people on the platform surged into the doors stopping the people on the train from  getting off, it would have been easier and quicker to  walk. Time for a rest and a cup of tea.

Evening decided to eat locally, so found a place in Nanjing Road. Bit of a tourist trap but it has outside seats so I can watch the world, or at least Nanjing Road go by. It is heaving. Thousands of mostly young people. It is incredible how, in a couple of generations, China has brought a large part of its population from poverty to a middle class lifestyle. The black pepper beef and rice was quite good, washed down with an Erdinger Dunkel; makes a change from lager. 

Nanjing Road

Nanjing Road
Erdinger Dunkel


My original plan was to have dinner, go back to the hotel, catch up on the  blog and have an early night but the bad ideas bears got to me. How could I not go and have a last look at the Bund since it was so close? And it really did look fantastic despite the hoards of people. Walked north to a large monument reminiscent of the four chopsticks in Singapore. All the inscriptions are in Chinese so will have to look on the web to find out. And then I realised I was opposite the Peninsula Hotel  so I really ought to go in and have a look around. And then I heard music which I followed downstairs to an amazing bar,  "Salon de Ning". 


So it definitely warranted a drink or even two. The beer came with a good set of nibbles including lots of juicy olives. Not cheap at nearly 90 Yuan for a Heineken but the band was good. Two  guitarists, keyboard, drums and two singers. But the star was the bar itself which was amazing. The walls were covered with artwork and the ceiling was hung with spirals of strings of marble sized glass beads. Off the main bar were four semi-private rooms each with a different theme. Movies, books in a library, one hung with dozens of miniature paintings in ornate metallic frames and the last had a 20 000 leagues under the sea theme. Clientele was mixed. Two young American guys, one black one, white, looking like they were here on business. Youngish Chinese man, casually dressed but probably rich, smoking cigars, with a beautiful long legged companion in a little black dress who was obviously enjoying herself and wanted everyone to know it. Lastly occupying, one of the alcoves, what I initially thought was a family but when they came out and started dancing they were a mixture of a  Western man with teenage children and several Chinese.  So in the end the bad ideas bears gave me a memorable last night in Shanghai.

Last Look at the Bund
Salon de Ning

Band at the Salon de Ning

"Movie" alcove at Salon de Ning
King Kong guarding the Salon de Ning