Nick, a student of mine, invited me to his hometown which is two hours outside Beijing. Though I have qualms about going (because of the October holiday crowd), I still obliged because he’s a good guy. Besides, I’ve got nothing to do today, other than sitting on my phat ass.
On our way to his “famous” and “beautiful” hometown, we stopped at several tourists attractions to the orgasm of my eyes.
Yes, “famous” and “beautiful.” The quotes are intended. These are the two most overused adjectives used by any Chinese student when asked to describe their hometown.
Our first stop was the Marco Polo Bridge.
According to history, this is the site where the Japan-China war began on July 7, 1937—and ended in 1945. Of course, Japan lost.
Known as Luguo Bridge among the locals, this bridge has nothing much to show. But, if you are fond of architectural puzzles, then you might find wonders in here. Each pillar has a stone lion—and the most intriguing is that in these statues, more lions are hiding behind its head, back or belly. There were many attempts to count as to the number of these lions, but results were inconsistent. However, historical evidence states that there are 627 lions.
I’m not really sure why this bridge is named after the world-renowned Italian explorer, Marco Polo. Since it’s a bridge, so I assume that the great voyager once passed here.
And oh, the river is gone. Water is nowhere.
Since this week is China’s “golden week,” some old people were dramatizing (or reminiscing?) how the war started. Some folks, too, were in their colorful costumes as they showed their best moves in wushu and taichi performances on the street.