Olympic miscellaneous -- the elderly are in shape

We saw lots of "in shape" elderly people. Whether jogging (this first lady was actually jogging) or squatting (this man seemed to be resting by squatting for a long time on the ground) -- they seemed to have a lot of energy. I hope I could do such things when I am older

Olympic miscellaneous -- Funny statues

There were a few funny statues in the Olympic village

Olympic miscellaneous -- Food

We didn't eat a lot of Chinese food, but took a few memorable food pictures...

Olympic miscellaneous -- Funny signs (4)

When we first saw this sign, both Emily and I scratched our heads. What did it mean? It looked like it said "No exploding cars" or "No turning left or your card will explode). ..

We asked our guide, who laughed and said it meant "cars with flammable materials not allowed"

Olympic miscellaneous -- Funny signs (3)

This advice was posted on one of the tomb sites

Olympics miscellaneous -- Funny signs (2)

We got a chuckle as we saw this sign going down an escalator

Olympics miscellaneous -- Funny signs (1)

This sign was funny because it was a beach volleyball sign placed right in the middle of a 6 lane highway in the middle of Beijing -- which couldn't be further from a beach...

Olympics miscellaneous -- Beijing architecture

Beijing had an incredibly variety of very different architectures, both in the city or constructed specifically for the Olympics. Here are several examples, including nightime views of the swimming natatorium and the spectactular Bird's Nest stadium.

Olympic miscellaneous -- pollution

I read a lot about the pollution in Beijing -- but it was hard to imagine until we saw it up front. Some of the days cleared up after rain, but on the humid days, it sometimes liked look the fallout after a cataclymic event in the movies...

Mon Aug 18 – the final track and field event

We got to our seats which were almost the same exact seats that we had on Saturday evening – but on the other side of the stadium. (I forgot this until I started wondering how they had changed the locations of the three flags so quickly that they used for the medal ceremony…) It was a great night for the Americans. The American threw the winning discuss throw on her very first attempt. The American pole vaulter gave the Russian world record a real contest, getting a silver. The American men and women qualified with good times in several hurdle events, and the best was the very end when the American men went 1-2-3 in the 400M hurdles. The crowd again seemed to be very international, as we sat by people dressed in flag colors of so many nations. The group of Jamaicans sat right below us. When the gold medal ceremony was had for the 3 Jamaican women winners, one of the s below us turned and mentioned to the many next to me that she had been on the same high school track team as the gold medal winner, and was obviously so excited. The two highlights for me were 1) seeing a lot of winner from smaller and barely known countries win gold, silver, and bronze medals – reinforcing the international nature of the Olympics and 2) hearing the US national anthem in that huge stadium when we watched the US women’s discuss gold medal winner accept her medal. It was definitely a lump in the throat moment. Hard to describe.

As we walked away from our final event, Emily and I agreed this had been a once in a lifetime experience. We are sad to leave such an exciting event, glad to have had such an interesting and thought provoking experience, and excited to come back home to a place that we love with freedoms that we can easily take for granted.

Mon Aug 18 – buying an Olympic t-shirt

We headed back to the hotel, having gotten lots of stuff – but missing one thing. I was still missing an Olympic t-shirt for Jake. They had a few at Silk City, but they were all large. So I had seen some official t-shirts for sale at a couple of the Olympic event, so we decided to head over early to the track and field event with enough time to find a booth for buying something for Jake. Going early was great because the crowds weren’t as bad, and we ended up getting to the Olympic village 1 hour early, which should have been enough time to find a t-shirt.

We started walking around, looking for any type of Olympic booth selling Olympic ware – but nothing. After wandering around for 20 minutes, I stopped a volunteer and asked where I could buy a t-shirt. She pointed me way down in the distance, and told me that it was “down there – about a 15 minute walk”. Huh? This is the Olympics and you have to go to just one store located at the very outer edge of the Olympic village to buy it? Of course, this was completely the opposite direction of the Bird’s Nest stadium and I only had 40 minutes by now. So I told Emily to site and wait for me in front of one of the projection screens and decided I would “jog” down to the store, buy something quickly, and come back. I jogged, and jogged, and jogged until I finally saw this red store. But as I came nearer – I saw that there was a huge long line – just to get into the store! This is nuts! A line to get into a store? Complete with security. I then spotted a sign which said something about a “short cut” to the outlet store. This had no line – so I ducked inside. One quick look showed lots of pins and doll merchandise, but no T-shirts. I asked the clerk at the counter who confirmed that all the t-shirt merchandise was in the other part of the store, where you had to wait in line. Just then, a lady pushing a man in a wheel chair came in, and they opened a red door that allowed him to get into the main store from this closed door entrance. I went over to the personnel stationed at the guarded door and asked them again about t-shirts and did they have any options for me. They pointed me to the line – but then also showed me this bin of stuffed animal toys. “But we have a special for you sir – if you buy one of these stuffed toys – we will let you in for free right now”. “only $15 dollars”. Emily and I had looked at the Olympic toy mascots which resembled the PBS Teletubbies show with “Po” and others (I can’t remember their names), and couldn’t think of any reason to buy. But with time running out, $15 to get in the door faster was a small price to pay. I whipped out my 100 yuan and they let me in.

Of course there were tons of people milling about but I could see several stations where there were t-shirts….t-shirts that had obviously been well looked over. There were plenty of t-shirts with these “teletubby” Olympic mascot animals on them – but there weren’t many decent Olympic t-shirt designs left. I found a good one and asked them how to get a small. “We’re all sold out of small – all we have left is a large”.

Huh? We are barely 1 week into the Olympics and of the t-shirts you already have, all the small and medium’s are gone? What kind of planning is that? Oh well – I’m thinking Jake can do with a large. Until I lift my head and see the lines. It looked like maybe 15 rows of checkout stands, with lines easily 20 – 25 people deep, all going slow. There was no way I would ever make our track and field event if I had to stand in that line. So I exit the store, now carrying a stuffed Olympic doll but no T-shirt and have to jog all the way back to Emily. Amazing – part of the games are so well run and thought thru and others are so different from how we would do things. Now I get back to Emily with 10 minutes to go, which means we are now a bit in a hurry to get to our seats when we had come so early. But I remembered seeing an official stand inside some of the venues while they were going on – so as we got to our seat, I found an official merchandise stand and actually found a good t-shirt for Jake – in a medium size. So all of that running around was for nothing – since I could have gotten it in the stadium in the first place…of course, I did now have a stuffed Olympic mascot animal now instead. I hope Kaylee or Paul would like a stuffed animal.

Mon Aug 18 – Shopping in Beijing (part 3)

On Monday, I looked at my Olympic tickets for my 3:30 event which was for flatwater canoeing. Turns out that this venue was not reachable via subway. It was actually 30 kilometers east of Beijing proper – and could even been seen any on any of the maps I had in the room. I decided that was a recipe for disaster and so since I had gotten the tickets for very little, we decided to scrap that event which would give us more time to get ready and for SHOPPING. Now that we knew the process, we were prepared. We got there and started shopping. They probably didn’t like us much – because the recommended rule of thumb was to counter their initial offer at 25% and then negotiate from there. Our rule of thumb was to 1) never decide that we “had” to have anything, 2) assume there was always someone else probably selling the same thing, 3) consider a low price that we would consider was a very good bargain, 4) offer a lower than 25% price every time, and then 5) be willing to not budget on our price – and be willing to walk away to either get a better price, or search for the same merchandise else where. I think the strategy worked very well. I think we set the price on almost everything we got. But it took a lot out of you – I think we started getting a little tired in the afternoon because sometimes we would give in and raise our counteroffer by $1 or $2 dollars. But basically, it seemed like we were naming our price – and then we would get it. They had 6 floors of stuff – jewelry, silk, ties, shirts, pants, dresses, bags, luggage, watches, sunglasses. The prices were so ridiculously low and it seemed a crime to not buy something that you might need to buy in the next year, knowing that you could buy it now, or pay 5 to 10 times more in the states. But you had to work for it. And frankly, it was fun doing it that way. Much more interesting and engaging than just browsing pre-priced items…before we knew it, it was 4:00 in the afternoon and we had to call it quits. That’s the fastest time has even flown shopping.

Mon Aug 18 – Shopping in Beijing (part 2)

We walked by some more clothing booths and then came upon another booth with women’s clothing – only this time, there was a longer, tailed overcoat that looked even cuter than the first. This time, we were staying in the middle of the corridor so that we could really be “looking”. Again, Emily made a slight mention of it to me and our eyes and body stopped for a brief moment to eye the overcoat. Again, we were immediately “accosted” by another even more aggressive female sales person. Very quickly, Emily was pulled into the booth, the coat came off the hanger, and in no time, Emily was looking at it. It was even cuter than the first. Since we had just experienced the sales pitch a couple of minutes earlier, we braced ourselves for what was to happen, but thought we would get a better idea of what price she would truly be willing to sell it to us – and as we did the other, we would continue looking and come back tomorrow. But the girl defines the embodiment of “tenacious”. Quickly, the sales pitch started. How wonderful the coat, how exquisite the tailoring, but yet she had a special price just for us. So we listened for the opening price – which she quoted at something around $200. Of course, we really both said “No” – way above what we were looking for anyway and tried to walk away. Of course, we knew she’d pull us back and offer us some lower prices. She tried to get us to commit to some type of price – and we initially declined and told her the story of just looking. She wouldn’t have any of that, so thinking a good way to get rid of her, Emily told her we were looking for something more in the $20 range, but maybe $30 max. She got immediately offended and spouted off how insulting a price that was, how it couldn’t cover any of her costs, how we needed to be serious about doing any business with her. We reminded her that we weren’t intending to do any business today, but we were looking for coats in that range and would come back tomorrow. As we walked away, she literally grabbed my hand by the wrist and spun me around and pulled me back into the booth. Startled, I started to laugh and look at Emily, who was also surprised. From then on, she wouldn’t let go of my hand. She “counteroffered” my non-offer, coming down to $130. I told her thank you and that we weren’t interested. She grabbed the coat and put it into my one free hand and asked me how could I not want to spend such money on a beautiful outfit for my beautiful wife. I told her this was not my wife but my daughter. Then she told me all the reasons why my beautiful daughter needed this coat and that she would give me a final price of $100. I told her very clearly now that I wasn’t interested today and tried to giver her coat back. She then grabbed both of my wrists (she was strong) so that I could not move nor give her the coat back. I then tried to lay the coat down but she said “no” and wouldn’t let go of my wrists and grabbed the coat and put it over my arm, Since she had a vice lock on my wrists I couldn’t put the coat down. Her price came down to $60 dollars and I still said “no – we are just looking. By now, I was kind of laughing in incredulity – with Emily standing looking wide eyed at me. It felt like she was literally wrestling me as I tried to put the coat down, or pull back my hands. She handed me a calculator asking me to enter in my price – I tried to put the calculator down on the floor but she just grabbed my other wrist again and bent down with me stopping me from doing that. We were now literally in an arm wrestle in her booth – she was not going to let me go. I started feeling the only way I could get out would be to either twist her arm or punch her (of course I wouldn’t do that). I started laughing at how funny this must look. Finally, I had to almost pry her fingers away from me, letting her know that her price – would had now come down to $35 dollars – was getting to be a good price, but that I meant it when I said we were just looking today and that I would remember her tomorrow when I came back to buy. I felt exhausted – like I had just been in a wrestling match – and finally felt like I could walk away -- when she finally said, “Alright – you can have your price -- $30”, and started putting the coat in a package. I said, ‘wait a minute – I told you 10 times that I am not going to buy today – that I’m just looking”. Upon which she then got defensive and said, “what do you mean – you gave me the price – I matched it – you need to buy it from me”. For the umpteenth time, I told her what we were doing and we were finally able to walk away. Sheesh – that’s a tenacious sales person. I know where to recruit great sales reps if I ever need to do business in China. My biggest regret is not asking Emily to take a picture when we she was wrestling me for a price… J
Anyway, we walked around having learned our lesson. We didn’t answer back to any of the sales people, walked in the middle of the aisle, didn’t make the mistake of stepping into any of the booths with the female sales representatives (interestingly enough, none of the men were that aggressive), and scouted out some opportunities for the next day

Mon Aug 18 – Shopping in Beijing, a “gripping” experience (part 1)

For our last day in Beijing, I scheduled an afternoon and evening event, with the thought that we could do any needed shopping in the morning. We hadn’t really figured out where we should do our shopping until we ran into the man who was an agent for one of the swimmers who told us of Silk City and the ability to get great deals. Then, I remembered an entire section on “shopping” in my book on China – and remembered it had mentioned Silk City as well. The idea was that it was a negotiating experience – the vendor offered an initial price, then you countered with something much lower – like 25% of the initial price, and then you negotiated. The book recommended even walking away in order to get an even better price. This sounded like a good idea, so we decided Monday morning we would head over to Silk City for our shopping experience. I was originally only thinking of a few souvenirs, but the agent made it seem like something where you could get some really good deals on lots of stuff, so my original thought of “shopping” started becoming more a thought of “SHOPPING”.

Given that we had no idea of how to get there, the time it would take, the size of the marketplace, or the things to consider, we decided to take a test run on Sunday afternoon. We decided we would at least find out where it was, walk along the market, see what they had to offer so that we could be as efficient as possible on Monday. So we took a taxi and headed off. The taxi dropped us off in front of a large store with a few fast food restaurants in front of it. We walked up and down the street, looking for the “market”. I imagined something like an open market like I might see in Mexico or Argentina, but it wasn’t there. So we went inside the store. It was then that we saw “the market”. It was an absolutely sensory overloading scene. It was row after row after row of cubicle like “booths”, filled with similar merchandise – each booth with a salesperson inside, trying to hawk their wares. Each floor had different themes, but the booths in each floor were mostly the same or very similar merchandise. My guess is that there were easily 300 or more booths per floor. You simply walked up and down the aisles and each sales person barked at you to somehow catch your attention and pull you into their booth to get you to buy. Man, oh man, -- talk about selling. The female Chinese salespeople were unbelievable. Within our first 10 minutes, we got our unexpected introduction to Chinese selling.

Emily and I started walking down the aisles. We were “just looking” which was of course, our plan. We truly had no intention of buying, which made it a bit more interesting, because we could genuinely walk away from anything, but perhaps we would get a better idea of the right price range when we came back on Monday for the actual selling. In retrospect, now I realize that we were absolutely the most valuable target that any Silk City salesperson could want when we walked in, because we had no packages and hadn’t bought anything yet. I assume that means they believed they could make the most amount of profit from a “newbie” and that they were anxious to get us first. We passed some booths of jeans (it looked like a 100 different types) – and we thought, “how would you buy jeans without being able to try them on, since there were certainly no dressing rooms). We passed booths of winter jackets and ski wear – we certainly didn’t need any of those. Then we passed a both of women’s stylish overcoats. Immediately Emily spotted a cute tailored overcoat – one that looked like it would be really cute on Emily. The very “moment” our eyes stopped to gaze even momentarily at the jacket, the lady salesperson leaped out at us, asking Emily if she wanted to try the jacket – at it seemed at the same time, not even waiting for the answer, but ing the coat off the hanger and before we knew what was happening, she already had one jacket arm around Emily’s arm and was turning her around to put on the other. We chuckled and let her finish putting on the coat. One thing we learned quickly – with the smaller size of the Asian people, it seemed like all of the primary clothes displayed were exactly Emily’s size. Anyway, it fit perfectly and was very cute. Definitely something we would have to consider tomorrow when we came to shop. So we smiled and told her we were just looking today and were not planning to buy. Immediately, she launched into about 10 reasons why that didn’t make any sense, why the coat was so beautiful, why she would offer her a good deal and “best price”, why since she was so pretty she would make us a good deal…and that was in one breath. Again, we smiled and politely declined and tried to go on. The next thing we knew, she was offering us an outrageously high price – something like $150 (she was quoting us yuan, but I’ll translate the prices to dollars). Of course, we said “absolutely not” and that it was way too high of a price – not realizing that this was her way of drawing us into starting to bargain…when we didn’t even want to bargain. So we again started to walk away, and she then started to offer us lower prices. We kept trying to walk away and her prices kept on coming down. She kept on asking us to name a price – so finally we told her that we were only looking to buy tomorrow something in the range of $30 and that since this coat was obviously too high for that, we would keep looking – there were certainly other coats we could look at. As we walked away, she kept pulling us back and the price came down, down, down. Finally, she said – “fine, I’ll give you your price” -- $30. Emily and I looked at each other because we really weren’t going to buy anything, and told her that was a good price but we weren’t going to buy anything today and that we were just looking, and emphatically kept walking. As we walked away, she kept calling out “okay $25”,… “okay $20”. Wow. We had just been there 5 minutes and already had an intense experience with almost feeling forced to buy something – and yet having seen the price come down 5-7X if we were just willing to walk away. Pretty interesting. So we kept going to see what else was available. Little did we know that our first experience would be only a precursor to our second experience.

Sun Aug 17 – The Oympics on TV in Beijing.

Although this was the first time we had watched anything on our hotel TV, this was not the first time we had seen the Olympics on TV here in Beijing. The Olympics is on everywhere you can imagine. On many channels. There are TVs on in the subway waiting stations where the Olympics are playing. In the subways themselves, the Olympics are playing. And almost every major tourist spot we’ve seen, they have big screens with the Olympics playing. It’s simply everywhere. Of course, it’s always in Chinese and unless it’s Michael Phelps, it’s always showing a Chinese athlete or Chinese team playing – so you really don’t have a good idea of what’s going in the Olympics from an American perspective, even though the TV is everywhere. Except for Michael Phelps. That is the only person we’ve been able to know what is happening. It seems like replays of him are shown all the time. But other than that, it’s certainly been interesting to see ping pong matches, badminton matches, fencing matches, volleyball matches. Of course, both men and women’s gymnastics have been widely featured.

The other interesting item is that the Chinese measure success by the number of gold medals instead of the total medals. That means that in China, China has been leading the medal count in all tallies since the beginning, even though the United States has been leading the medal count.

We finished the day, having a nice day of rest before our last full day of activity here in Beijing.

Sun Aug 17 – Peking duck

Later – we decided to take a taxi Ride to what is known as the “Silk Street” which is a market where all the best deals and shopping is. We weren’t going to buy anything as we had designated Monday morning as our shopping time, but given that we only had one morning for shopping, we wanted to make sure we knew where it was and how to get there, since we had been told that the deals and prices were amazing and we wanted to plan and plot our strategy. We had a pretty funny experience which I will relate in the description of shopping on Monday. But after looking around 6-7 floors of open market shopping, we did see a restaurant labeled “Western food” which also offered “Peking duck”. Since we’ve been here, all of the tourist guides have said that we have to try “Peking duck” in Beijing, because no one does it like Bejing which is the original source of the recipe. So we stopped to try it….And now we can say that we’ve tried it. Maybe we didn’t have the fancy version, but it was alright and at least we can say we’ve tried it. It was kind of like a spring roll dish where they bring different plates of roast duck slices, sliced sticks of cucumber, a type of onion, and a thick sauce tasting like a combination of plum and soy sauce. You take the duck, cucumber, onion, dip it in the sauce, put it in a thin tortilla and eat it. It was fine. Then we headed back to the hotel, and for the first time watched the Olympics on the TV

Sun Aug 17 – The Forbidden City

We finished meeting at the branch and went downstairs. Today was a “rest day” for us, so we were just playing it by ear. We hadn’t had any breakfast, so we decided since we were in a nicer part of the city that maybe we could get some type of meal that was healthy but not just yogurt and orange juice. We had also set today as the day we were going to visit the Forbidden City, which is right across from Tianeman Square, and remembered that there was a really nice downtown Oriental Plaza Mall close by, where maybe we could get some “healthy” food. So we flagged a taxi and asked him to take us to Tianeman Square, knowing that he would know where that was and that we could navigate from there. He dropped us off and we went inside. My hunch was correct. They had a “food court” where they had a Starbucks (which had sandwiches), a French café (where they had sandwiches) and even a Fruit Smoothie place. So we had a lunch in China – and had ham and cheese sandwich, a tuna fish sandwich and two fruit smoothies. Such a cultural experience.

Then we headed off to the Forbidden City. This is one of the must see tourist sites that everyone sees when coming to Beijing, so we had to do it too. It is a massive “mini-city” that was constructed in the 1400s housing the emperors and their people/concubines – and was forbidden for the common people to ever enter. Of course, since we hadn’t really planned our day, Emily was walking around in her Sunday church dress, I was walking around in a long white shirt and pants – but most conspicuously, I was carrying around my Book of Mormon from church, since we hadn’t stopped back at our hotel to change. I smiled “inside” at the thought of how many people had ever brought a Book of Mormon to the Forbidden City but made sure I was careful the rest of the time.

We walked into the first large inner courtyard area and stopped to sit down for a moment. Emily and I were talking together when a giggly school girl sat down next to Emily. She didn’t say anything to us and Emily and I continued talking. But then I noticed that some people were taking pictures and videotaping in our direction. I laughed and told Emily that I wondered whether they were really trying to videotape their girl next to Emily with blonde hair. We had already had this happen once on our trip. When we went to the Summer palace, a girl came up to Emily and asked if she could take her picture with Emily – and so they did, and then I took a picture of the girl taking a picture with Emily. Emily looked especially pretty on Sunday as she put her hair up and had a really pretty dress on. One of the locals said she looked like a Hollywood movie star. I thought she looked especially pretty that day – kind of like Reece Witherspoon. Evidently, she made someone’s day.

We walked into a another huge inner court area and then another where lots of vendors were selling stuff. We saw what appeared to be a type of “ticket booth” which had prices of 5 yuan and 10 yuan, but all the instructions were in Chinese. I told Emily that I wasn’t sure now what to do. We could go up to the counter and buy something – but I don’t think we would even know what we were buying or if we were buying tickets for the entry or not. It was kind of funny. But we didn’t see many people stopping there and they all seemed to keep going, so we did too. Next we got stopped by a Chinese local student who had obviously practiced their “pitch” to people like us. She asked us where we were from in a way that I knew she was going to try to sell us something since she almost didn’t wait for us to answer. Then she told us she was an international art student and that today her art was being shown in a booth “over there” and that she just wanted us to go and see the art exhibit for her. I thanked her and told her “maybe later” and then she quickly gave us a slew of reasons why we should do it now. I thanked her and told her “maybe later” and she gave us some more reasons. I was starting to want to tell her that mostly I didn’t like Chinese art, but I held back. She finally let us go. We kept going toward where the rest of the crowd was going. Maybe a minute later a young man came up to us and asked us where we were from. Again, as soon as we answered, he introduced himself as an international art student…with the same exact pitch. We “thanked him” in the exact same way – you have to give them credit for trying. We walked past another American man who had been confronted by another enterprising sales man who was offering him “a great deal.” He too was smiling, in a kind of “how do I get out of this type of way” and said something like “I’m sure it’s a great deal but I’m not interested”. We soon exited that courtyard.

Then we came to another courtyard where we finally saw the ticket booth with instructions in both English and Chinese. There was an option to buy a self-guided walking tour, which we really liked because today we wanted to be in charge of our schedule, so we bought those tickets as well. But when asked where we got the audiophones, they just pointed in my in a direction and waved me off. I could see the entrance, but realized we had no idea how to find the audio phones. We approached the entrance right at the same time as what appeared to be a 50 person school group, They had a security x-ray screening line so Emily had to get in line for that. In this line, you put your bag or purse on the conveyor belt and then went to a small booth to pull it back out. With the school children, it was pandemonium. There was no official on the other side to pass out the bags, so everyone was crowding around this window and grabbing bags helter skelter. I immediately went over and watched everything coming out of everyone’s hands. I thought this was the most insecure security line ever – a bag could be easily stolen as it seemed that there were 15 people reaching and grabbing all the bags. Luckily Emily was able to grab her purse and we escaped the security line.

Then, of course, we entered into another courtyard – and still no sign of how to get our audiophones. We went to a little kiosk and they just pointed up stream again. So we went to the next big building and finally found the self-tour stand. They outfitted us with a pretty neat device. It was a GPS like device that automatically launched a specific portion of the tour description based on where we were walking. There was also a map device with a light that showed us exactly where we were in the Forbidden City. We coul go anywhere we wanted and in essence have our own private tour. Clever. We learned more about the emperors, empresses, concubines, and Chinese traditions and history. Finally we finished at our own pace and went back to our hotel.

Sun Aug 17 – Finding church…depends on your tone …

Sunday came and was planned to be our rest day. Our biggest goal was to find and go to church at an international LDS branch in Beijing. I had found the address from the lds.org web site, but after having multiple experiences where taxi drivers didn’t know addresses, I anticipated that unless I had more information than that address, that we would never make it. I could tell I was going to have to work hard to be able to get there. I was right.

Saturday evening, when we got home from our events, I started working on it. I went to the hotel counter and showed them the printout from the church web site with the building name and address and asked them if they knew where this address was. This stumped the hotel front desk. The best they could do was write down the address in Chinese as my first starting point. The next morning, church was at 10:30 a.m., so I got ready by around 8:00 and gave myself an hour and half to search the internet for any clues to get me closer to the address. I had already typed in the address before leaving the States to try to get direction with no luck. I googled all sorts of word combinations like “LDS Church Beijing directions “ or many variations thinking that certainly someone would have had the same problem as I did and put some type of clue or advice on the web – but no luck. Then, I typed in the street address and tried to find some businesses that might have some directions to get to at least the street – no luck. I then tried to find telephone numbers of any businesses or hotels that would be on the street so that the hotel front desk could call them and ask for directions. I found a few numbers there and wrote them down. Then, I found out the district (city area) that the street was on, and searched for hotels within that district, thinking that maybe if I could find a nice 5 start hotel – preferably an American chain – that we could take a taxi to that hotel, talk to a concierge, and then find it that way. Faster than I could imagine, 90 minutes went by, and now it was 9:30 with church starting in one hour. Emily was ready, so I told her we would just have to go with the information that we had and hope we would get there somehow. I took the newly gleaned information back down to the front desk where I approached the best English speaker of the morning staff. She too puzzled and puzzled over the address and the building name. However, when looking at the building name (Jin Tai) she did call what seemed to be some type of Beijing directory assistance (my best guess) and had what seemed to be a 10 minute conversation. Finally she hung up and told me that there was a street name of my address, but the building name was wrong – there was no building named “Jin Tai” at that street. We both looked puzzled at that, because I was able to show her the printout from the church web site, but she seemed convinced that there was no building on that street. Finally she said she was going to check the Internet. Of course, I was convinced that would do no good, because I had already spent probably multiple hours on the Internet trying many options, but I thought maybe the locals knew other ways to figure this out. By now, it was almost 10:00, and our chances of finding church were dwindling. The taxi drive alone could easily be 30 minutes or more and that assumed the taxi driver knew where he was going. And then, all of our sudden, our luck turned. She came out of her office smiling and said, “I found it”! Of course, I was surprised since the story seemed to be playing out that we wouldn’t find it. She motioned for me to come back into her office. There on her computer screen she showed me a local Chinese version of a Mapquest and a picture of a building. Then she told me what the problem had been. She looked at me very seriously and said “This building name says “Jin Tai” but that is not correct. The building name is “Jin Tai”. At first blush, the sound and spelling seems exactly the same, but because we had had our Chinese “tone” lesson the day before with our second tour guide, I immediately understood what she was saying. The address based on US characters was viewed as a monotone “Jin Tai” – which meant one thing. But the way she pronounced the real name, it was “Jin Tai” with a upward tone at the end. That meant something completely different. I smiled inside, amazed that she wouldn’t think of that immediately, and yet confirming that the same words pronounced with a different tone have completely different meanings here. Once she knew that, then she was not only able to find the directions but her search engine showed a picture of the building so we could recognize it when the taxi driver took us there. She wrote down the directions and was even nice enough to come out to the street and talk to the taxi driver to make sure he got us there – she even gave him her cell phone number if he got lost, since she now was an expert on how to get there. We got in the taxi and were able to get there in about 10 minutes. It turned out it was not very far.

The taxi driver took us to a tall 20-25 story office building. It was lightly raining and the doorman brought an umbrella over as Emily stepped out of the taxi so she would not get wet (how kind). We walked in the building and it was a type of mall inside. We wandered our way to the elevator and then went to the fourth floor. We stepped out, saw a n open door in a hallway, and looked inside. Two American ladies were talking in familiar words and familiar accents. We said we were looking for the LDS Beijing branch – and they smiled and said that we had found it! Mission accomplished. They pointed us in the direction of the “chapel” and we went inside and sat down. After all of that, we were actually early for church.

There are two LDS branches in Beijing. There were chairs set up for about 100 people and by the time church started there were probably 60 people there that Sunday. We had a very nice meeting. The leaders were very careful to announce the strict guidelines and conditions upon which the members and visitors could continue to operate in Beijing and asked all who attended to respect those guidelines. All who attend are foreign internationals with passports -- no Chinese nationals. One of the speakers introduced himself as an international student who had recently got a job here, originally from Orem Utah. Although we are in the hottest part of summer, the building was actually cool and Emily was cold. She turned to me and said, “No matter where you go in the world, the church is the same….sacrament meetings are always cold…” I laughed, thinking that was a variation of the more common saying.

Sat Aug 16 – Track and Field -- Bolt breaks the World Record (video included)

Finally it was time to go to our first track and field session. This was the big session because it was going to end with the men’s 100M dash, but there were other interesting events as well. We assumed we would have nosebleed seats, and although they were definitely in the “balcony” section, they were low in the section and pretty good visibility – close to the 30 yard line. We were able to see the final events of the ladies heptathlon (where an American got bronze), the semi-finals of the men 100M dash, the ladies shot put final, the men’s 400M hurdles semi finals, the men’s long jump qualifications, the ladies 800M semi finals, and of course the men’s 100M finals. The stadium was as spectacular as it looked on TV. The crowd was finally international, for the first time, in my opinion. We saw lots of different nationalities on the subway and in the crowd. We brought our US flags and waved for the US athletes. We were right in front of the long jump, so Emily really enjoyed watching the men’s qualification jumps. I was surprised at how many scratches there were from these men when they stepped over the line while attempting a long jump. But of course, the most exciting event of the night was the 100M finals. Already there was US disappointment because Tyson Gay didn’t qualify for the finals – and I assume that was because of his injury, from which he is just recovered. But despite that, the excitement in the crowd and stadium was palpable when it came time for the final. The announcer read each name and showed their faces on the huge in-stadium screens, which made it even more interesting. They played some “tense” music, and the crowd got going. The music stopped and while the racers got ready for the race, the stadium erupted in a sea of flash bulbs. People knew we were seeing something special with the number of men who had held the world record or had been world champions. Then when the race started and Bolt not only won but broke the world record at doing so, the stadium just went nuts. The American just closed fast enough to get bronze, so he was happy too. It was very fun. I actually used my camera as a video camera –and caught the race on tape. I thought this would be an important memory and event to capture. We thought it would take us forever to get home via the subway system – and there was a sea of people. But for some reason, they had the system working really well, and we hit all the trains at the perfect time – so we ended getting home sooner this evening than any other evening…Go figure.


Anyway, click on these two videos.

• The first shows an idea of the Birds Nest Stadium.
  

• The second show the 100M finals (sorry - from far away) but shows Bolt break the world record.

Sat Aug 16 – The Great Wall, part 2

We climbed and climbed and climbed. We took pictures of the other line of people going up the other way. What struck me was how relatively “low” the wall was if attacker actually reached the wall. This would have never worked in Lord of the Rings! They would have just climbed the wall and got in. It seemed like a lot of work for a relatively low wall. But then after thinking about it more, I decided that the invaders would have probably been so exhausted by simply climbing the mountains that by the time they got to the wall, they wouldn’t have had enough energy to climb anyway. So it probably worked. They told us that there is an annual 10 mile marathon along one part of the wall – based on how steep some of the wall sections were – that would more grueling than Robie Creek.

On the way back, we came to one of the “guard towers” where there was a traffic jam. There were guards there that weren’t letting us through. I assumed that they were just conducting traffic flow between those coming up and those coming down. Right then, another American came down, saw us, and said, “Hi – do you know how I can get down from here? I’m trying to get down, but won’t let me.” I guessed that he had just gotten here – and told him that I thought they were just conducting traffic, and he smiled and calmed down. And then we visited the whole way down. He was from LA and had just decided to come to Beijing on a whim as part of a business trip. We laughed and compared notes. Our only funny part coming down was when we got to the really steep part. Emily got stuck behind an old Chinese man and a child. We were all going slow, clutching onto a handrail, but this man was going super slow – in slow motion. We got down, said goodbye and met up with our group. It was only then that I noticed that my back was soaked and covered with sweat. I had been carrying a backpack and didn’t realize how much effort I had expended. I spent the next hour recovering. It was great however, and we got some great pictures.

We had our second Chinese meal on this tour. Up until now, Emily and I have been very careful or too busy to have formal meals. So we have been living on Yogurt, Juice, and snacks. I don’t think we’ll be gaining any weight on this trip. We then visited the Ming tombs and several tourist “trap” places.

We did learn a few more interesting things from our guide this afternoon as well. I told her that we had a Special Olympics Chinese athlete stay at our home and that he always said a word like “Shula”, “Shula” – and asked her what it meant. She laughed and said it meant “loss” meaning that he or they lost. Then I remembered that he had used it a lot when we were playing the Nintendo Wii game in our basement. I thought it mean he was having fun. Evidently it meant he had lost the game.

Sat Aug 16 – The Great Wall, part 1

Finally, our day came to go the Great Wall – one of the anticipated highlights of the entire trip. We got up and again jogged. I am so proud and excited to run with Emily – I love that she has taken up running and love to finally have a common activity with one of my children. It’s fun to do it with Emily and she can go the entire distance. She’s doing great and I challenged her to consider running Robie Creek next year.

We met our guide at 8:30, and this time were part of a group of about 15 in our own bus. The tour books said the trip to the wall would take about 2 hours, but we got there in about 1 hour 15 minutes. The guide explained that there are many different sections of the wall that are open to tourists in Beijing, but that we were going to the oldest section which had been closed for the Olympic cycling races until yesterday. The mountains in that area are very pretty. They are covered in greenery and very steep and hilly. As we drove in the mountains, the Wall could be seen “snaking around” the tops and sides of many visible places. We got to our destination and found ourselves surrounded by thousands of people with the same idea. I knew this would be a very crowded day – Saturday morning during the Olympics – so I was already prepared for that. I was also happy to see that our guide, once we got into the Wall area, simply gave us a time to meet back at the bottom and let us go “exploring” on our own. There were two sides to go – Emily and I chose the steeper and less crowded side. The day again was very clear and not smoggy – which was great. At the beginning the sun was direct and it started getting pretty hot – but soon the clouds came and the winds blew – so it was a nice climb. It was pretty amazing to climb along the Great Wall that I’ve seen so many times in pictures, books, and TV. It was very steep in places, and even though I am in shape, it was quite an exercise. No one told me a towel was a required element – but I sure could have used one. They warned us about some of the very steep parts – which was true. But both Emily and I soon realized that the most dangerous part of “climbing the wall” was trying to avoid all of the open umbrellas by the Chinese women and children. They were downright dangerous! Since the sun was out, many children and women were walking with their open umbrellas – and they are not careful. Emily got “jabbed” about 5 times. The children had an uncanny ability to hold their umbrellas right about eye level, and whip them around any time.