Sunday, May 30, 2010

Long Live Capi...Communism?

Supermarkets: the tangible, iconic representations of American capitalism. Isle upon isle of merchandise in all shapes, sizes, colors, flavors, and prices. Gleaming white floors and bright-as-the-future fluorescents give each product its very own place on that stage which marketers use to mesmerize lesser beings into making a purchase. The merchandise poses for its audience, eventually making a leap into the shopping cart, soon prompting your wallet to do an altogether different dance (...to the chime of a cash register). Nowhere is this capitalist phenomenon better displayed than in the czar of commerce, the ever thrifty and notoriously famous American Walmart. Of course, you are not surprised to know that there are over 80 Walmart stores in China - it is, after all, a communist nation. In part to satisfy their hunger for cheap market goods, in part to witness raw capitalism at its finest, the author and his roommate embark upon a quest to visit the local You Ess of Ey style retailer in Beijing.



You may be blind, but this is one billboard you won't miss. Impersonating insects mindlessly flying towards a light (and doom) we rushed towards the sign (and the doom of our cash supply).



Yep, the Beijing Walmart stocks Citizen watches, don't ask how much they cost.



This Walmart occupies 3 massive floors and uses an escalator to move people and carts between them. This was freakin' awesome, the logistics side in me was jumping up and down for joy and envisioning massive transhipments of people and goods between the floors just for the hell of it. No stupid, you don't have to stop the cart from rolling away, it has little legs that nearly touch the ground when moving on level space and then engage the "treads" of these escalators when you are on them. Simple, low-tech, and effective. Beautiful.



People as far as the eye can see. Surprised? Here Frenchman Sylvain is pretending to be one of the locals. You didn't fool anyone, buddy.



Those (chocolate?) covered caterpillars fetch over $1200 a kilo. Bet you don't see that every day at your local supermarket.



Mmmmmmm. Tasty.



Can we pretend this is FDA approved? I'll take the one with the biggest beak, please.



You can't spell communism (or is it capitalism?) without Coca-Cola.



How's this for a branding strategy? Study up, my grasshopper marketing major friends.



They take their product displays seriously in this town.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Flavor of the Minute

Friends, you've been to many a metropolis: capitals, large towns, sprawling urban communities as far as the eye can see. Well, lets run through a mental exercise: take all of the above you've visited, add them, then multiply times ten (then toss in a couple smaller, 500,000 people cities just for good measure) and you may begin to arrive at what Beijing is truly like. It is ginormous. The buildings are huge, and they are big at every turn. Say you get off at a random subway station (there are 126 in Beijing) nowhere near city center - the scene around you is most likely enough to pass for a downtown in any city of the world. Most western cities have but a few blocks of skyscrapers and crowded sidewalks. Here, I start feeling lonely when all I can see are 20-30 people in close proximity moving in the same direction as me, with untold hundreds (thousands?) more in the 200 by 200 square meters of space through which I'm traveling. Unbelievable. Skyscrapers and gigantic structures abound everywhere I turn - any of them big enough to outdo main financial or governmental districts in western countries. Some the subway stations here could double as indoor tracks. If you thought NYC was big, come out to old Peking.


As you probably know, I'm no slouch. I consider College Park campus to be small, routinely pass through large swaths of Washington D.C., and have wandered up and down Manhattan many a time in full comfort. Not here - the Beijing city block is a cast iron bitch - and must have been designed for first breaking down morale (Sylvain: "Look over there, that's where we're going" -Me: "WHAT? That's like 4 miles away" -Sylvain: "Man its only a block") and then body (the pollution and Beijinger driving habits don't help any). I may walk (others call it speed-walk) for 30 minutes and cover a painfully minuscule part of the gigantic tourist map in my pocket. That, friends, is how you demoralize a man.



One of the temples scattered throughout the city and a popular tourist destination. Note the line of tour buses inside the entrance. Yep, the area was teeming with westerners.



Traditional Chinese lanterns cover the sidewalk of this restaurant street - there are many like it around. Despite it being 2 in the morning, the tables were jam packed with hungry locals scarfing down duck, pork, and rice (amongst other things); while the sidewalks were clogged with expensive sedans, mostly of German make. Communism is a bitch, you know, everyone has a beemer as big as yours.

Sanlitun district, a highly westernized area of Beijing. How westernized? In a city of over 18 million, I managed to run into the same two Americans I met the night before. Besides the Adidas and Puma stores displayed in the picture, such storied retailers as Sisley, Reiss, American Apparel, North Face, Benetton, and an official Apple Store dot the landscape. The prices are astronomical - after checking the tag on a Reiss suit, I had to leave before throwing up all over the fine-woven wool. A garment fetching $500 in D.C. was selling for over $1000 (7000RMB). Hurray for communism!



After much persuasion from Sylvain (okay, not so much, but he does like Mexican) we ended our Sanlitun crawl at the local South-of-the-Border joint.

The salsa had tomatoes in it but was loaded with red pepper powder and the quesadillas tasted distinctively Chinese, just let me tell you. I'm sure the Coronas were authentic, but we stuck with Tsingtao. Sylvain's burrito looked more like a beef sandwich wrap, but who are we to complain - this is one part of town we won't be visiting too often. How's this for random: a Ukrainian from America and a Cambodian from France eating Mexican food in the Chinese capital. I don't think we have enough cultures mixed in there. Where's a good Japanese-Brazilian girl when you need one?

Friday, May 28, 2010

Day One at the Center of the Universe


View outside my window and the first thing I saw when waking up in Beijing.



Some poor soul's garden outside my building. Lots of roses amongst other things.




Lunch of kung-pow chicken and some sort of bacon and green onion/pepper dish. Sylvain Sault is one of my roommates and while ethnically Cambodian, he hails from suburban Paris. With rice and tea, the whole meal cost something like 8 bucks.

Welcome to Beijing


This is the guy who picked me from the airport, his name is Dash - he loves America.



Sticks (that's meat on a stick) in the street outside my apartment. The other guy is a worker at the Hutong School where I'll be studying. The Yanjing beer bottles are huge but its only 3% alcohol and tastes more like flavored water.



Chips ahoy, Snickers, the works. Welcome to Beijing!

Here's to New Beginnings


The chariot awaits its 14 hour non-stop hop from JFK to PEK. Seen the movie Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift? The protagonist flies to Japan; there's a perfect camera pan over the inside of the plane showing him surrounded by almost all Japanese. Same thing here, except the people are Chinese and I probably won't get to drive anything nicer than a bicycle in Beijing.



There was some confusion as to the route Air China takes to get to Beijing. Lissa and others thought I'd be going through Europe, while I thought the plane would go west, so I was in for a pretty rude surprise when the nose of the little plane icon on the GPS map screen turned north. As a result I caught some great shots of the polar ice cap. No polar bears or Santa though.



Zhong Gao was my acting compadre for the flight. He's a materials engineering student at Brown. While originally from China, Zhong is on his way to Mongolia where he will live in yurts, ride horses, and shoot bows - all for 10 bucks a day. We discussed everything from the intricacies of language to archery to sniping tactics... at which point an angry Westerner (I'll call white people this from now on) who was trying to sleep called us out on it.



Beijing International - notice the building has scales and undulates like a dragon skin would.



First steps on mainland China. The airport seems endless.