This
morning when I woke up the ship was past the locks in the Three
Gorges Dam and moored at the side of the river for an excursion back
to see the dam. Nothing so massive can be imagined – it is 1.4
miles wide from side to side. Here's a model, looking upriver.
The
sluiceway is in the middle, the turbines on both sides of that.
There is a small “ship elevator” for small boats and a series of
four locks for larger boats. Four huge freighters fit easily into
one of the locks with room to spare, as in the picture below.
The
river level changes so much – 113 meters, from 175 on the top to 62
on the bottom – a 203-foot drop from a high of 574 to 223 feet –
that four locks are required. I wonder who got the concrete
contract.
As
always in China, beautiful plantings, especially at places where
tourists go. As Americans our group is very much in the minority:
most groups are Chinese, and most of them are large.
At
many “official” places in China I've seen soldiers standing
stiffly at attention without a motion, hardly breathing. I'm told
their shifts are two hours. I cannot imagine doing this for two
hours. It took courage to snap this picture – I risked jail for
it!
Back
on the cruise ship we continued downriver two or three hours, through
the third gorge and docking at Yichan. A kilometer or two past the
dam, as opposed to 360 miles upriver, people's homes and lives
continued just as before. Here are homes that did not wind up under
200 feet of water.
At
Yichan we boarded a bus for a six-hour drive to Wuhan. Long but
interesting. We passed many prosperous-looking village houses, lined
up in neat rows and separate even if only by a few inches, near large
fish ponds and/or fields growing vegetables. Because it's so far south
here farmers can grow three crops a year, including winter wheat. In
all the fields I noticed a tractor only once and it was not moving;
the rest of the time there were one or two people bent over in farm
plots that looked like they were an acre or two at most. Rows of
vegetables were perfectly straight, cared for, and lushly green.
Many
houses had smallish solar collectors, maybe 4' X 6', attached to
their roofs; Mike told us they cost about 500 yuan, about $83, quite
a bargain. But if it freezes in the winter some of the glass pipes
burst and must be replaced.
Wuhan
is an industrial city that is so large it has absorbed two other
nearby cities. It is the Chinese center of car manufacturing and
other factories, and there are zillions of cars here. There are no
exclusively Chinese cars but instead they are manufactured as joint
ventures with just about every car manufacturer you can think of from
the US and Europe. The Citroen holdings alone went on for miles.
Even
though I haven't seen real sun since Lhasa (as you can tell from the
pictures from the Three Gorges), as soon as we entered the industrial
area I started to cough and my throat felt scratchy: on went my
mask. The air pollution is not to be believed. I took this picture of the sun through the bus window. It looked like a dull egg
yolk. Yet I saw no one on the street with a face mask.
One
of the people in the group early in the trip had asked Mike, given
all the elaborate neon ads, luxury goods, and generally capitalist
trappings, if this was a communist country or a capitalist country.
Today he decided to answer by telling us about Deng Xiao Ping, who
started the Open Door policy in China in 1979. Deng told people two
stories to explain why China had to change its ways and allow
foreigners, foreign capital, and foreign ways into the country.
Among the eight languages Deng spoke was French from when he studied
in France. In France, he told the Chinese, the first thing you do in
the morning is throw open the window to let in the fresh air and see
what kind of a day it is outside. China has been in a closed room
for far too long; it is time to let in the fresh air.
The
other story Deng told is about a Chinese woman whose house was
plagued with mice, so she decided to borrow one of her neighbor's
cats. Her neighbor asked whether she wanted to borrow the black cat
or the white one. She couldn't decide. The neighbor explained that
both cats were excellent at catching mice, so either one would serve
her purpose fine.
Finally,
Mike told a story to answer the question about what kind of society
this is now, a bit outdated but you'll get the idea. An American
businessman, a Russian businessman, and a Chinese businessman were
having a high-level meeting. At the end of the meeting, each got
into his limousine while the three drivers asked for directions. The
American's driver was told that at the intersection the capitalist
area was to the left, so the driver signaled left and turned left as
instructed. The Russian's driver was told that the Communist area
was to the right; he signaled right and turned right at the
intersection. And the Chinese driver? He signaled right and turned
left.
This
is a particularly appropriate story for Wuhan, with its omnipresent
big four (Starbucks, MacDonalds's, Pizza Hut, and Kung Fu Chicken) as
well as luxury shops such as Gucci, Cartier, and Louis Vuitton, and
with the Chinese national bird, the crane. The construction crane,
of course.
As
I was writing the last paragraph the doorbell rang (doorbells in
Chinese hotels at every room!). It was Mike delivering a present he
and his wife had made for everyone on the trip.
His
wife had cut the paper, an ancient Chinese art, of a ram to
correspond to my birthday, and Mike had made the frame. On the back
it says,
To
Jo, from Mike Ma, China (and his email address).
02/17/43
(my birthday), ram, pronounced yang, with the Chinese character for
ram.
Character:
unpredictable, charming, trusting, often expose themselves to great
risks
Mike
has been nothing but kind, helpful, patient, knowledgeable, and
efficient. I could not have done his job, twenty-four hours a day
for over three weeks, and I must remember to take a good picture of
him. I am so glad I had an extra handmade purse from Mexico to give
him for his wife; too bad I have nothing for his three-year-old son,
whom he calls my dumpling. We ask often how Dumpling is. I'm sure
that's a direct translation!
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