Month: July 2017

Sommaren 2017

Bloggen har varit rätt så död den senaste månaden sedan jag kom hem från Kina och den enklaste anledningen till det är att det har inte hänt så mycket. Samma dag som jag kom hem flyttade jag hem till mina föräldrar över sommaren i Helsingborg som jag alltid gör då jag jobbar på TNT, ett av världens största transportbolag. I vanliga fall är jag väldigt förtjust i mitt jobb men denna sommaren har varit tuff. Veckan innan jag började jobba blev hela TNT’s IT-system nedstängt pga virus. Hela första veckan på jobbet gick i princip ut på att svara i telefon och förklara att “nej vi kan inte göra något för vårt system funkar inte”. Det slutade aldrig ringa. I vanliga fall jobbar jag inte med att svara i telefon per say utan jag löser ärenden, typ tier 2. Det tog 2 veckor innan det började återgå till det vanliga. Det enda positiva var att när mailen var nere så fick man ringa till de olika länderna istället och det var rätt kul att prata med folk från bland annat USA, Algeriet, England och Skottland. Det var samtidigt väldigt kul att träffa alla kollegor igen som jag jobbat med i nästan 4 år. Är man intresserad av att läsa mer så finns det en artikel i The Guardian som jag länkar här.

Utöver det har jag varit på bio två gånger denna sommaren. Först var jag på bio med min barndomsvän Hampus och vi såg Transformers. Vi var beredda på att den skulle kunna vara lite sämre men var ändå taggade på alla specialeffekter. Den var fruktansvärd. Inte ens Michael Bay’s extreme overkill pang pang kunde rädda den. Tråkigt. Senare var jag och såg Dunkirk med morfar. Vi är båda väldigt intresserade av andra världskriget men vi kunde inte riktigt fastna för filmen, trots att de flesta verkar enas om att det är en bra film. Jag har även varit i Lund 2 gånger denna sommaren och träffat Fiona och sträckkollat Orange is the new black. Värsta är att vi har 4 avsnitt kvar och att jag måste vänta till att jag är hemma igen innan vi kan se dem.

Nu till det roliga med denna resan. I fredags åkte vi till Frankrike, närmare bestämt den globala metropolen Rians med sina 5000 invånare. I lördags var vi vid piscine municipale vilket är den kommunala poolen i byn. Anledningen till att vi stannade hemma är då detta datumet är tydligen den värsta helgen på hela året att ge sig ut på vägarna. Så vi stannade hemma. Nackdelen med kommunala pooler är att i Frankrike är det lag på att man inte får ha riktiga badbyxor vid pooler pga hälsoskäl vilket innebär att män måste ha speedos. Jag är inte riktigt såld på det men det funkade. Dagen därpå begav vi oss till Cassis. Första gången jag besökte Cassis var nog 20 år sedan och det har inte ändrats supermycket sen dess, väldigt mysig stad vid kusten med en fin stenstrand. Problemet är att det är en vik vilket innebär att temperaturerna kan vara vad som. Under lördagen var vattnet 17 grader medan som luften var 36. Det var lite av en chock men samtidigt väldigt skönt. På kvällen gick vi till, enligt mig, världens bästa pizzeria Chez George (eller som morfar uttalar det, Georg). Här säljer de enbart familjepizzor men de är vedugnsbakade och har en smak av sot vilket är så otroligt gott. Likadant här så har pizzerian inte ändrats mycket de senaste 20 åren förutom att Georges barn har tagit över. Det är väldigt mysigt med byn, det är inte mycket som förändras.

Måndagen följde samma tråd som söndagen. Vi åkte till Cassis och badade. Till skillnad från dagen innan hade vi inte med mackor utan vi tänkte äta moules frites. Tyvärr sålde de inte det så vi fick köpa mackor istället. Efter att vi badat klart åkte vi in till själva staden och gick i hamnen. Här kunde vi äntligen få tag i moules frites (som för övrigt är en sjukt skum combo). Efter det åt vi glass. Nackdelen är att det är väldigt dyrt med glass på franska rivieran. Fördelen är att den är så extremt god och man får inte kulor utan stora slevar glass. Borde börja med det i Sverige också. Vi stötte också på en väldigt intressant kvinna idag som körde in i samma bil två gånger och körde sedan och ställde sig någon annanstans. När hon sedan blev konfronterad sa hon bara c’est pas moi, c’est pas moi (det var inte jag) och gick därifrån. Som tur var såg någon slags polis/ordningsvakt det.

Här kommer några bilder utan särskild ordning.

Pingyao Ancient city 平遥

 

My last weekend in China was the midsummer weekend and we decided to travel somewhere but we had no idea where. A friend of ours recommended Pingyao and we decided to go there. The day before we left Beijing was struck by the worst rain in 6 years. It rained and rained and rained. The morning after it was still raining and it was incredibly difficult to find a cab. Luckily the guy who usually drives my mom to work when it’s raining was outside (he drives a bicycle taxi). He took us to the tube station and we went to the place where we were suppose to change. I think I checked 3 different apps and googled the connection yet when we arrived it didn’t exist. So we had to go back a station and now we were late. We were basically running all the way there and in the end we arrived 30 minutes early. Funny how time works.

Anyways, in China there are 3 types of train; High-speed, fast and slow train. I’ve only taken the high-speed before to Shanghai and it was a high-speed train again. It took us 4 hours to get to Pingyao. On the way there we had a 5 (ish) year old Chinese boy who started telling us all random English words over and over again (counting to 5, colours, etc…) When we arrived a ton of people wanted us to ride with them to Pingyao (the train station was a bit outside town). We do not like people who run up to us (+ it’s usually a scam) so we started scanning for legit taxis but could only find one that was already occupied. So we started heading for the bus and the guy following us kept saying “bus no go Pingyao, no Pingyao”. Guess what? The bus did go to Pingyao. So we took the bus. It cost us 1 SEK each.

Pingyao Ancient City is in the middle of Pingyao surrounded by the “modern” city. Apparently in 1997 when they put it on UNESCO world heritage list they threw most people out of the ancient city into the modern. Now it mostly consists of small stores and tons of museums for different things such as bodyguard museum, weapon museum and bank museum.

We lived inside the ancient city in one of the courtyard hotels which surprisingly was very cheap. The first night we bought our tickets (one ticket for the entire city) and visited the court and prison. The prison was apparently in use up until the 1950s. The next day we met our guide and visited the bank (first bank in Asia), bodyguard museum and then afterwards we took a cab to a big courtyard museum outside the city. The last day we visited the weapon museum and ring wall. I even got to try archery at one place.

 

I started writing this post, paused and then realised I had forgotten what I wanted to write so I apologize for it being short. Pingyao is definitely worth a visit, especially considering how cheap it is to visit. Tickets back and forth is about 600 SEK and the hotel cost about 100/night/person. It’s extremely beautiful. The only downside is that once you’ve seen one house, you’ve seen them all. They pretty much look the same. Also Pingyao is famous for its vinegar which doesn’t smell very good and while walking through the town you could suddenly be hit right in the face with the smell of the vinegar. Yuck. It was also very interesting because I only saw 2 or 3 western parties in the city. People were very curious about us to say the least.

 

Also finishing this off with a picture I found on my mom’s phone. A lady wanted to take a picture of me together with her kids. Fun stuff. 

 

My rating:

  • Scenery: 10
  • Guide: 5 (Very good guide but she left us to go alone to the courtyard outside town)
  • Food: 8 (Just like any other Chinese city)
  • Weather: 10 (sun and 38 degrees the entire stay except for a 10 minute rain shower)
  • Accommodation: 8 (beautiful and cheap hotel but very hard beds). 
  • Total: 10 (I’m probably gonna give every place I go to a 10…) 

 

Inner Mongolia

lunch

The truck that drove us into the desert

Location of our lunch

Deep

Sand surfing

Our tents

La familia

At last I have finally taken the time to write about Inner Mongolia. I have around 300 pictures so I couldn’t fit them all but I hope I didn’t add too many.

This post starts with Thursday the 15th of June. I was suppose to have my writing exam between 8-10. The flight left at 10:50 which means there was no way I could sit the full time and make the flight. I had however, based on my previous exam, predicted to be done in less than an hour which I was and ended up at the airport somewhere around 9:45. We flew from Beijing to somewhere in the middle of China and drove for 2 hours to a town called Zhongwei. We went out for dinner and noticed that exactly EVERYONE was staring at us. It seemed like they weren’t too used to tourists. After that we went to sleep. The next day when we went for breakfast we noticed they had no “breakfast”, only asian breakfast which is basically lunch. After that we took a car to the corner of the desert and changed to the car in the topmost picture. We thought it was to drive us straight to our camp. It didn’t. Afterwards we were told it was called something like dune surfing or whatever but what it was was basically a roller coaster. The car (which was enormous) went up and down sand dunes very fast which basically threw you around in the car like a glove. After that we were let off for lunch which was lukewarm beer and soup. We were told that we were to ride camels for 3 hours (!) and then walk back. So we mentally prepared ourself and waited. After a while the camels arrived and we started riding. No amount of mental preparation can prepare you for a camel standing up/lying down. Mine went down like it was diving for something in the sand. We started riding out into nowhere but for some reason Emil’s camel always started moving sideways. After an hour the camel driver decided that it was enough (thank god) and we started walking back. It took us almost 2 hours to walk back. We had basically no idea where we were going and our guide (not the driver) had absolutely no idea what she was doing. 3 times she sat down because she got too tired to walk and we asked her multiple times if she wanted to ride but she refused to as she “had to take care of the guests”.

When we finally got back we noticed that they had put up our tents and started cooking dinner. For dinner we basically got lukewarm beer and barbecued meat. They also gave us a kind of red hot dog that you eat on sticks in China. I ate 2. I haven’t been able to eat a sausage ever since, that’s how bad I feel every time I think of them. We decided to climb up on the dune just behind our tent and watch the sunset. It was fantastic. After that we went to bed. Emil and Ebba shared one tent while my parents shared another one and I got the last one for my self that was a bit smaller. It turned out that they all were model Chinese. I had to lie diagonally to fit and even then my head was poking one corner and my feet the other one. And there was an insane amount of flies/mosquitos. The following morning we woke up for the sunrise for some reason and then went back to bed. For breakfast we were served a kind of sweet bread (sockerkaka typ. Luckily we had brought some bars so I could at least get something to eat. After that we headed back. The guide invited us to some kind of lavender farm so we spend 2 hours there going around a golf court that wasn’t a golf court but instead a “grass park” (it is forbidden to build golf courts in China for some reason). We then continued to the airport and waited for about 7 hours there as that was the only flight we could take back.

 

My rating:

  • Scenery: 10
  • Guide: 3 (at least she spoke english)
  • Food: 1 (it was quite horrible)
  • Total: 10

I’m very happy that I got to try out my new lens that I bought in Japan (18-200mm), it turned out to take some great photos. Hopefully I will be able to upload my photos from Pingyao this weekend as well and then after that a normal post about this week. Cheerio!