Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Beers and Seashells in Qingdao

Qingdao is the oddest little city. It's got a lot going on: first of all, it was occupied by the Germans (and then the Japanese), who imported European architecture, religion, and of course, German beer. Second, it's an important port city, where the sailing parts of the Beijing Olympics took place. Beaches, beer, and endless seafood... perfect for a weekend getaway.

My friend Caitlin and I took a long weekend to check out the city. And like marijuana brings young backpackers to Amsterdam only to realize the city has more to offer than pot brownies, young foreign travelers may come for the beer but soon find it's a pretty darn charming place to visit.

Our first day, we stopped at the Catholic church erected by the German occupants, which has apparently now become an incredibly popular place for Chinese brides to take their wedding pictures. Caitlin's the actual Catholic, the Jew just came along for the strange translations and cool organ.




We walked around the city a bit, taking in the interesting architecture and enjoying the sunshine. But our goal for the day was the Tsingtao beer museum, and that's where we headed next. Tsingtao (which is the Wade Giles way to transliterate the name of the city, which in Pinyin is Qingdao.) The museum was very typical Chinese, with weird misspellings and odd, inexplicable exhibits (like a section with a stationary bike you could pretend to ride. In the beer museum. Burn off those beer calories, perhaps?) But it was pretty informative, and features some very 90's beer commercials. The museum plaques constantly touted that Tsingtao beer is the world's most popular beer, which is surprising since most people have never heard of it. But the whole Tsingtao complex was awesome and also FREE BEER.

Golden ticket!

Caitlin and me at the beer fountain
Barley for taste testing. It was gross but weirdly addictive

OOOO MAGIC BEER FOUNTAIN!
WHERE IS THE GOLDEN AMBROSIA COMING FROM?
IT'S A MYSTERY!


Free beer!

This was called the "drunk tank."
It was like a funhouse where the floor is slanted and it's hard to balance.
I guess that's what being drunk feels like?
 The rest of the day was spent eating seafood and drinking beer: an excellent combination.


Night market fish




Our next day, we wandered from the main beachfront area hiked through a few parks, including one with the famous May Fourth sculpture. We also visited the former German governor's mansion, which was stunning.

Hunting for shells

Catch of the day!
Illegal photo of the mansion's greenhouse



The modern May Fourth scultpure
Caitlin, who comes from a family of avid sailers, was also super excited to check out the boats at the Olympic dock.




And the next morning, despite the disgusting-ness of the dirty, trash filled ocean, I went for a swim. My choice of bathing wear confused most of the locals, while their choice of facekini protection baffled me equally, if not more. 
After this selfie was taken, I posed (sopping wet)
for photos with various vacationing families.

But the most important thing you need to know about Qingdao is that it is not uncommon to forgo the famous green bottles in which Tsingtao beers usually come and go straight to the source: use a keg to fill a plastic bag with beer. Stick a straw in the bag. And there you go! Beer in a bag. Easy, convenient, and veeery ghetto.

Beer in a normal bottle 
Bagged beer
It's like a juice box, but for beer.
The city is worth a visit: if not for the water sports, seafood, and quirky German influence, then definitely for the beer bag.

Monday, October 27, 2014

My Mongolian Picture Bonanza

It's almost November, which means it's high time I finally posted about my summer vacation... Mongolia!

Armed with nothing but a train ticket and the phone number of a random family in a small town near Lake Khövsgöl, I set out for Mongolia on my own via the Trans-Mongolian train, which goes from Beijing to the capital city. It was definitely one of the crazier things I've ever done during my two years in Asia. Two weeks with a family in the Khövsgöl region and ten days in the Gobi Desert, mixed in with a few full days of travel and a few days spent in what could vaguely be considered urban sprawl, the capital city Ulaanbatar, made for a very interesting month in the wild, untamed land that is Mongolia.

Culturally, I was a quick study. Always accept tea with your right hand, or both if you're feeling fancy. Present the tea with your right hand, left hand supporting your right elbow underneath. Hold your cup at the bottom. Always accept tea. And food. And always finish whatever you're given, no matter how disgusting. Walk around the ger (a traditional Mongolian tent-house) clockwise. Do not walk between the central bars. Trash goes outside, not in the fire. When you're alone in the middle of nowhere, you acclimate pretty quickly.

Traveling alone is always tough for me, but rewarding in the end. I spend more time out of my comfort zone, more time alert, more time meeting new (often local) people and engaging in things I may normally be too shy to do in front of friends. But my biggest regret is not making someone tag along with me to take some damn pictures. So many of my pictures are people-less, and while pictures of landscapes are quite lovely, they can also be quite repetitive and boring.

But despite this, the pictures--even the repetitive ones--really speak for themselves. Any specifics you'd like to know, post them down in the comment section!

Family farm livin':



The middle daughter of the host family

Stuffing a sheep's intestine with blood. It was ew. 
The farmhand lighting candles at a shrine to his uncle
Apparently horse brandings happen once every few years,
so my being there is either really good, or really bad timing.

After a horse is branded, it's splashed with cow's milk

Touring the lake:

Lake Khövsgöl

The lake was so clear

Oh yea, and I traveled around the lake by horse
Ten days in the Gobi:







Our driver thought that our car breaking down on a hill
was a good time to brush his teeth 

Year-round ice!
(promptly dropped my camera into a pool of melted ice after this photo...
thank goodness for rice)
A traditional Mongolion ger

My gymnastics buddy


This adorable dog followed us all the way up the Singing Sand dunes!

My tour guide and me

Hello puppy!







Travel mates in the ger


Sunset before a hailstorm


On the train
Where the train goes when the wheels change... creepy!
I literally have thousands of pictures from Mongolia, there are so many that didn't make the cut, including any photo I took with my phone. Eek! It's just a testament to how Mongolia is the most freakin' photogenic country ever!