Today, instead of paying an expensive tour guide we decided we could attempt to conquer some of Beijing on our own. =)
So  we had heard about some Hutong Rickshaw tour that were pretty neat so  we decided to ask the concierge (he speaks some English) to get us a  taxi and have the driver drop us off to the location we wanted and we  would pay the rickshaw drivers (who claim to speak English) to take us  around the Hutong neighborhood and lake (it would cost us about $60 just  for that tour. A Rickshaw is sort like of a carriage pulled by a  bicycle.
So, the taxi who spoke no English at all (we were at his mercy) took us  on a 45 min drive (we got to see Tiananmen square along the way) and  dropped us off at what appeared to be a Hutong neighborhood (old  traditional neighborhoods with brick/dirt type streets and usually no  cars allowed) .
So he points down the street and tells us to go down there with his hand  motions. We pay him the fee and start walking down the street. Our very  sweet Korean guide whom we had yesterday (Angela) told us when we got  out of taxi there should be Rickshaws waiting for customers and we  should only take the ones in uniform who have been licensed to drive  them and really knew what they were doing. She said sometimes there are  others who say cheaper price but don't speak English and don't take you  on very good tour and they are not licensed.
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After walking 10 min (down what appeared to be an alley of  only Chinese people and many shops) we were thinking we might be in the  wrong place. We do finally see only one Rickshaw and he tried to stop  us, but we could tell it was the type Angela warned us about, so we kept  walking.
We finished the street of vendors (maybe 20 minutes) Then we found a  potty (not a squatty this time, thankfully) After, we were not sure  what to do. There was no lake and no other Rickshaws waiting for  customers. We were told there would be lots!
Jay remembered he saw some police and a sign for station and thought  maybe they could help. We walked another 5 min down that way. We enter  the station and find one of the officers could speak broken English. I  tried to explain with motions and words I thought she might understand,  and she guessed that we wanted to rent bicycles at the rental place we  passed coming in. Umm, I don't think so, have you seen the bicycles  drive in Beijing, a City of 19 million people? Scary...!
So we said thank you, and left. Beginning to feel like we were in a  fish bowl with all the stares we were receiving. But really, the people  of Beijing mostly seem very respectful and we never felt threatened, in  the least.
As we were about to turn back down the street we began, I noticed a  sign for an ice cream shop that had a sign written in very good English  writing (with Chalk, so had to be done recently). I thought, we should  ask them if they spoke English. The worker didn't but pointed us to 2  gals that were sitting at a table chatting. One of them was Chinese and  spoke pretty good English and the other was Australian who spoke great  English and Chinese. They communicated back and forth for about 5 min  and the worker young man went and got us the original Rickshaw we saw  when we entered that neighborhood. We had to laugh, it was a nice older  gentlemen who was going to only charge us 30 yuan (about $5) to drive us  the location we needed to be (he new where it was) and it was a 15  minute bike ride. Poor man, I don't think he knew what he was getting  himself into as had to drive all of 3 of us good size Americans against  the wind to this street, where Yes, indeed was a tour guide Rickshaw  place...
We gave him a big tip for his hard work." Thank you Sir. "
We  walked across the main street (scary in itself, remember traffic and  while they do oblige to pedestrians some, not totally) and then we  walked and within a few minute another Rickshaw was offering us a tour.  It was indeed the one we were looking for. He was a kind, again older  man. He got his work out, driving us for 45 minutes around this lake and  through some older streets and shopping centers, some as old as almost  500 years. he pointed out what he said was his house too. He did speak  English, but oh so hard to understand it.. We often laughed if we didn't  get it.
We got to see quite a few little things, including go into a  traditional Hutong home, which still has a family living in it. That was   cool to see.
When we were done he dropped us off a shopping  street. Lenea liked the Rickshaw and she was a big trooper while I  spent a couple hours bargaining and shopping.
Thankfully I brought some snacks and we ended up finding a McDonald  and even saw  McDonald delivery boy! He drove a bike and had a Box  like Backpack thing he wore on his back with the food in it. He was off  before I could get a photo, too bad.
We thought we would try some french fries. Before doing so we needed the  toilet. There was a line and only one filthy squatty potty in it, with  sticky urine all over the floor. What a stinky humerus sight to hold  Lenea over this potty. I was not  a happy camper, and Lenea did great! 
After leaving there, we needed to flag down a taxi, we were pretty  adventured out. It was much more trafffic in the city streets by now and  we had a hard time fiding one. It took us about 30 minutes to find one  vacant. we saw some get out and we ran.
whew we got in. After all was done he charged us about 3 dollars less for the drive,since he took a shorter way. 
we  came back to hotel and I paid for a Traditional massage. The girl  came up to our room.  Much different than I am used to to in states, but it  felt good, but she didn't speak English besides, "okay, and "money".  So she did not ask me if I had any sore spots, she barely touched my  still aching neck. It is better than before, but trying to keep up on it  before we get Asher in 2 days!
Tomorrow we are  going to attempt to walk to the Temple of Heaven, which we are told is a  10 min walk from hotel. Find a place to eat lunch and maybe do a little  shopping and then Angela will take us to airport about 2:30!!
We will get to experience Chines flying and planes and travel to Asher's city!!! So  excited!!!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
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2 comments:
What adventures! You are very brave. I might have just stayed with the tour guide or in the hotel if I was in a foreign country & didn't know the language at all. Good for you! This is so great that you are chronicling your steps to get your son. This will be great for the scrapbook! :) You are almost there to meet your sweet boy!!! Looking forward to seeing how it enfolds.
So great to hear of your journey to Asher from inside China! Praying for you and the day you meet Asher.
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