Monday, August 5, 2013

Frying in Fuzhou (but it was cool getting here)

It was exciting  when the 2013 DPC conference venue was chosen for  Fuzhou, China.  Of course, Himself was expected to attend,  I was more than happy to go,  then we decided to take SweetPea and The Boy along.  With school and other constraints, the regular summer conferences usually meant a very spoiled stay with the grandparents. Now they are young adults; they can't afford a trip like this.  We think this is the last great family  journey before they are off creating their own histories. So it began:   we had two years to pull it off.
Airfares were going to be the biggest budget item we thought at the time. So we hoarded  every air mile we could earn. This was helped by an unexpected trip to China last autumn.  And KLM issues air mile tickets by leg of journey. This meant it cost no more extra  to fly in and out of different cities as it would by purchased tickets.  A program change downgraded my air miles card, but Himself is still Elite, a bonus for us all in efficiency and comfort as we would find out later.
The extra trip in between demonstrated just how much the economy, and prices had changed since our first trip back in 2005.  Our revised  budget was going to be very different; hotels were now raising prices, and tourist tickets were also increased.  I began to fret over this to The Man Upstairs, because nothing ruins my travels more than watching every single atom of food, sip of drink, and curtailing adventures because of budget cuts…
And so my frustration was heard.  A second conference was added (invited speaker’s stipends are a good thing,)  colleagues in Xi ‘an and Beijing requested seminars as we pass through their area. Those universities will accommodate all of us, and are planning full out sightseeing programs for the family. I started to relax a bit about funding this excursion.  Even when the car needed repair…
A former student will get married next week. He planned his wedding so we could be there—and has laid out a full schedule of tourism in Wuhan.  He is being so generous we finally had to put our foot down about the room and board. Gosh.   Yiming has greased the wheels of train ticket and domestic flight tickets purchasing as well.  Abundant hospitality.  We are totally in awe of what folks will do for us.     
Actually the most complicated part of the journey was wrangling visas for our stay which required three trips to The Hague, and the addition of extra pages in my passport…who knew?   And appropriate clothes…it took some preparation to get here.
A check of the climate told us that we were headed for “the sweatbox of China.” Apparently that is something people are proud of. Huh.  Since  the Dutch weather is cold and wet most of the time, finding subtropical weight clothes in a local store is sort of beyond hope. And so I sewed, and sewed and sewed…and will blog about that in another place.
Our housesitter had to cancel for dreadful personal reasons and every other avenue was a dead end so we literally nailed things shut, and put grates on the windows.  The lovely neighbors will be in and out as will a trusted friend so we hope that the burglars will leave us alone. But there were moments when we thought we’d have to worry about security for the entire trip.
Writing about it now seems like a distant memory, but I assure you July was not a calm month. But the day finally arrived and we left.
Other than not having printed  boarding passes for the children for the second leg of the trip in, we actually enjoyed our checkin for the first leg of the trip.  Because Himself is Elite, we are in the fast lane for everything, just following like little ducks along the way.  We even got through security without a hassle this time ( although SweetPea had a tiny pair of blunt nosed scissors in her first aid kit that the Chinese guards removed)
As we were scanned in to the departure gate, the machine binked red and Himself had a seat change.  I had worried about this a bit because often the air mile seats are in a different section than purchased. BUT, this time, it was that his seat was upgraded to Business class.  Well, that meant to the family that uncomfortable me was going in the front alone. Um well OK.  So then the gate ladies saw that PapaDuck had three waddlers behind and they did some magic so that suddenly all four of us were Business class tickets. Now that was so overwhelmingly wonderful  could have kissed them all.
Turbulent flight, terrible food, but oh those seats recline right down flat and have leg room for six in the space of two seats.  Fabulous. Thank you, god of upgrades.
We had a stopover in the boring early morning airport of Guangzhou –where the kids got to eat real Chinese food for the first time- and flew on to Fuzhou.  We were met and delivered to the hotel (whew- one more thing to not worry about) called Fuzhou Lakeside- a 5 star- and the venue for the conference.  It is a decent hotel.  Pretentious lobby, good rooms, fine plumbing  ( something China is not good at) and a whole boatload of cooks who serve hot food cold and the scrambled eggs swim in oil.  Worst food I ever had in China. Really. Except for the bread- some of the best bread- really tasty- and truly solid black. Literally BLACK bread. Your eyes just do not jive with what the tongue tases.
And oh the weather.  35 to 40 Celsius and humidity in the 90’s.  The plus side of that is the swimming pool is 34 Celsius so  I actually will get in and stay in for more than a dip. The family was thrilled to see mama in a swimming pool.  Walking we have decided is for very early in the morning or after dark.

But that is for another post.

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