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Travel Through the Night into the Day So cold here, have some sunshine... 15 hours non-stop, travel through the night into the day. We passed by night food streets - Chinese ppl eating hot pot happily under big trees - some flocked together in breathless gambling; checked around bar streets - dull though with glamorous lights and pounding music, an accompanying girl/boy for singing Karaoke costs several hundred per night; we flinged the bustle away and walked out to lean on seaside, a staggering girl in the middle of road waving for taxi, suddently stepped back to us and asked for a cigarette; the hot-aired disco, the hoarsened DJ, the ground-moving teens, youth, mid-aged and sentiment-provoking lyric Mandarin singing-cry; a boy who danced well in his sleeveless top toasted me, maybe because he liked my dance also - kick/flick to full extent; 24hours on-service masseurs/masseuses promised a relaxation to night dwellers' tight muscle; in dawn, we immerged inside the alleys, breakfast stalls, floor-laid pork sellers, ordinary ppl already prepared for their day, a young man eating a steaming noodle in a rush - an inexpressive face, all grabbing for a living. Behide glittery skyscrapers is the shabbiness; behide our meretricious quest is some other ppl's life struggling... The night was cold but I was sober. Finally, we travelled through the night into the day. We embraced the sun rising up on the sea. And the sunshine embraced us, along with the lawn. So cold here, have some sunshine. |
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Swallow, I like this. Pup
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Wilddream, Happy holidays to you. Yes it's fun if you do it once in a while. Freshly... Gourmet, Your nostalgia is spread. Even having my foot here in China, I miss all those smells, that's why I am always enjoying market-wandering. A trip motiviates all your senses. Now i start missing the thousands of Thai smells. Even the sewers, you are so hungry and Asia-sick! For the West is too 'neat'. jackster, Welcome to our blogging club. The night mentioned in this post is a particular Zhuhai night, that of Gongbei, which is close to Zhuhai/Macau border. Nowadays China is moving at a gallop, Things change soon. Well understand your amazing at China, me being a Chinese is sometimes amazed. Such populated, such ancient, such cultural kaleidoscopic scenes...and it may be reasonable for any foreigner to an exotic environment. Just please dont develop special bourgeois interest towards some cities' dirty, messy conditions. Dont mix up some backwardness with exotism. Well, forgive my 'political talk', hehe..., as what may arouse is a personal thing only. I know.
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12/30/2006 9:42 pm |
Swallow! A vibrant picture of life afraid to sleep. "ecelecticgourmet" describes it well! Cities never sleep - from Athens to New York from Saigon to Bangkok - all noise and alive. I love that bubble of toil and trouble as music overlays music and hawker calls to play and pray slap you in the face with the sweaty hand of a steamy, balmy, maddening night. Keep flying words to beautiful destinations.
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SPT, Poetic depiction! I feel the vibracy of cities. Travelling in the unsleeping cities covered in its maze is indeed mysterious. Just had another strolling last night in ZH and took the tricycle-ride along the shadowy avenues and allies. In the night, some ppl are having their frenzy and some are making their living. Different living overlays one another. Bad to learn Bangkok was under bombing...my dear travel mate there...
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