Day 301 in Beijing: Hook Hanger.

The S shaped hook hanger in action.  Or non-action.

The S shaped hook hanger in action. Or non-action.

Jill and I were taking the bus down to Sanlitun Village and noticed this rather ingenious device.

We thought it was quite smart to use this little S shaped hook hanger and be able to free oneself from carrying a bag on the crowded buses.

It also allows a person to rest and not have to wear themselves out with heavy bags if they can’t sit down.

The lady using it just popped it up, let it hang, and threw her bag on it.

It was sturdy, strong and stable.

Definitely something we might buy and use in the near future for our own travels around Beijing!

Day 225 in Beijing: Uh, Does This Really Need To Be Stated?

I would think some of these would be automatic but I guess I'd be wrong.

I would think some of these would be automatic but I guess I’d be wrong.

People in Malaysia seem to have love their cars almost as much as Californians.

They trick them out, give them spoilers and love the fast little speedsters that are tuned up and can be raced on the street.

They also seem to like putting stickers on their windows of what they approve of inside their cars.

In America, people seem to like putting up stickers of how many kids they have, their dogs and whatnot.  They are little “stick figure” type stickers and it seems to make people feel as if they are a “family” and connected.

Or maybe they do it so they won’t forget one of their kids when they drive off from a movie.

I don’t really know why they do it since I don’t have kids and am not a big fan of putting any type of advertisement on my car.   I don’t have a car in Beijing, so it isn’t like I’m making a radical statement here but I almost never put bumper stickers or identifying stickers on my car.  I did have a bumper sticker for a presidential candidate about 6 years ago but took that off pretty quickly.  If someone wants to know who I vote for, or even if I vote, then ask me.  I don’t need to parade it around.  Plus, why antagonize people that may have voted for someone else and forego a chance of meeting a new person and hearing a new viewpoint?

But, I digress.

This was a sticker set I found on a minivan on our way to a see a mosque.

It was a minivan that was used for tours and tourists.

I had no idea that Colonel Sanders of Kentucky Friend Chicken would be appropriate in a tour van but forks, spoons and knives would not.  Farting, on the other hand, I think does not need to be stated but, obviously, it does.

Day 198 in Beijing: Bye Bye Beijing!

Jill and I have left Beijing!

Well, we’ve left for a vacation, not for good, so don’t worry Beijingers!

We took off at 3:30 AM on Friday morning (Beijing time) and arrived at 10 AM Friday morning (Kuala Lumpur time, which is the same as Beijing time) and have already settled in here in Kuala Lumpur.

It was overcast when we arrived, which is a bit comical since the weather in Beijing is supposed to be terrible during the winter, but so far has been fantastic, and we are now in the tropics, where it should be perfect.  Yes, that was quite possibly the longest run on sentence, in history, but I’m on vacation, so forgive me please.  Editing, after going for a swim in the pool, is not my strong point.

We were picked up by Alan, who runs the Airbnb apartment where we are staying at, and dropped everything off at the apartment.  After doing that, he took us on a tour of the neighborhood and there are so many amazing restaurants and bars we new we were in the right place.  There is about 20 different types of restaurants serving different cuisines that we wish we were staying longer and know we will be back after being here for only 4 hours.  Alan has to be the nicest guy ever and a wonderful host!

After the tour, we went to lunch at Saravanaa Bhavan and then Jill and I took a very nice long nap.

We just woke, went for a swim, and are now going to check out the restaurants and bars right by our apartment.

An absolutely perfect way to start a weekend, and a long vacation.

I hope you all are having as nice of a Friday as we are having!

Day 197 in Beijing: Hands Across China.

Jill and I were riding the bus a few days ago.

These hands know time, pain and the definition of work.

These hands know time, pain and the definition of work.

When we ride the bus, I try to keep my phone handy so I can take pictures of interesting sites or people as we come across them.

This man was an obvious day laborer, and was sleeping in his seat, just a few feet from us.

He woke up a few times, to let people move past him, and I’m guessing he had just finished a very long day doing very hard work.

I’m quite amazed at the work ethic of the people doing construction, and the tools they have to use, and wonder how they do it and still continue to be so happy most the time.

I’ve seen many people in America, with many more material items, better pay and better conditions, be as unhappy as possible and not feel fulfilled.

Maybe it is a cultural thing or maybe it is since they haven’t been accustomed to having those material things, they are happy without them.

It will be interesting, in the next few years, to watch as more people here start accumulating wealth and how that changes their outlook on happiness and contentment.

A close up of his hands.

A close up of his hands.

His hands made my eyes grow wide with surprise when I saw them.  His fingers had to be about one and half the length of mine, and I have pretty long fingers.  The width was at least twice as wide as mine and the nails were almost destroyed.  I could not fathom the kind of work, beating and pain that his hands must have gone through, and continue to go through, on a daily basis.

On top of that, he probably makes less in a month than I make in a week.  Or possibly a day.

I felt, and still feel, somewhat embarrassed since my life consists of so much ease, while so many in this nation work so hard, for so little, and have so much contentment.