Arrived in China last night (although night is subjective when you have a 12 hour time differential), and after a bit of a drive to Suzhou we had dinner at a fantastic little Malaysian place which served something called ‘Roti’. Roti is apparently phyllo dough with stuff inside and then fried. The “stuff” usually consists of bananas or chicken and is damn delcious! I’m a bit exhausted and about to go out shopping but just wanted to post a funny anecdote and some pictures of my parent’s house (which has been converted into a museum in my absence!)
The story is a run-in with police that my dad had. He recently bought a car over there and while driving in Suzhou came to a point in the road which was blocked off by a huge gravel truck. My dad waited and waited until finally the truck’s driver got out and waved around like the truck was there to stay. So, my dad turns around and heads the car the oppostie way on the one-way street (no choice!). A police car spotted him doing this, turned on the sirens, ran a red light, and crashed right into my Dad’s new car–on purpose! My dad jumped out (obviously upset, and driver’s mirror was hanging off and the car was dented) but the policeman just started yelling “You in China Now! You in China Now! You Can’t Drive Like That! You In China Now!!!!” My Dad kept trying to explain the situation but the cop wouldn’t look up the street at the truck and just kept yelling. A couple minutes later, another car tried to go down the street, was blocked by the truck, and turned around. Finally my dad got the cop to look at what the other car was doing, the cop realized his mistake and did an emotional 360 from yelling to abject apologizing. He then started to salute my Dad over and over again until my Dad gave up, got into his car and drove away. Repair bill NOT comp-ed by China btw. Funny story I thought.
And below the fold are some pictures of my Dad’s ever-growing collection of Chinese relics, arts and crafts. Some really amazing stuff, I’d suggest taking a look!
A castle carved out of a granite stone which had embedded jade.
No Xmas tree, so I decorated my Dad’s Terra Cotta Soldier instead. He likes Holiday Crackers and brought us some all the way from Williams and Sonoma!
Its called a “Generation Ball,” concentric spheres carved out of jade representing the number of generations of the carver.
They bought a baby grand!
My Dad bought these ancient stones in the country, they are thousands of years old and tell some kind of story. But they are written in archaic Chinese which not many people can read.
A close-up of one of the stones. Can you read it?
Some beautiful vases.
Stone lion that my Dad had to pay the guys that hauled it up the stairs, every flight of stairs. Cause they woudl stop, put it down, demand more money, etc etc. Luckily he lives on the 4th floor.
More pictures of his collection later…..