tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75305911504271387802024-03-28T03:17:31.463+00:00The Tour of All ToursA creative review of guided tours worldwide and thinkpad for art and tour projects. Review requests welcomed.Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-14432344424420049232024-03-25T04:24:00.005+00:002024-03-28T02:14:57.791+00:00Barefoot on Sand: a walk about walking<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnR6LzBb0AvdxUZldWvLmeS3tV99C_8ktvoqZTTGo67UHdEFQQOEQmZq9RXF7YBVFPFchtF39mjp5oI0sUV_xMbGiIQSRaknQUKC3BOP0aANbMUfOM8k4XoStyzkv_B5f0xfbb4jNhTrcuHNEDkbocUlZvi8Av07W0YpiOn3uZs43qz0JJ_yv2Z3I3t38/s1705/WechatIMG1536.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="1705" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnR6LzBb0AvdxUZldWvLmeS3tV99C_8ktvoqZTTGo67UHdEFQQOEQmZq9RXF7YBVFPFchtF39mjp5oI0sUV_xMbGiIQSRaknQUKC3BOP0aANbMUfOM8k4XoStyzkv_B5f0xfbb4jNhTrcuHNEDkbocUlZvi8Av07W0YpiOn3uZs43qz0JJ_yv2Z3I3t38/w640-h480/WechatIMG1536.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I was in Shanghai recently and went for a walk. I realized that my gait could be improved if I let my arms swing more loosely and made more of a point to get posture and muscular control right. I have both taken and made tours on all sorts of subjects and about a crazy assortment of places but it was a revelation to make a walk where the subject of the walk was the physical act of walking itself. Arriving in Xiamen I had a hunch I should continue with the experiment and take advantage of the cities clean beaches. I resolved to walk barefoot on sand for an hour as an experiment. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQFu6R7m4PjewsRpfNnSSwEIpOMZlRmGCEbJwl3eXT-sWxaKK9GmagIQ8r_NmzYqdWvRyp2EpSDAxEzItJe634G4MWPITJPpxtlZF00Uh8Hxd1xV4cK1ZKrX0XJLoeWYfjGhRaJuw_ktWBhuZAqfOTJfWnrVI8v7QUbLqEmlzqPWMCJ8iQ81J8vcQDgE/s1706/WechatIMG1528.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQFu6R7m4PjewsRpfNnSSwEIpOMZlRmGCEbJwl3eXT-sWxaKK9GmagIQ8r_NmzYqdWvRyp2EpSDAxEzItJe634G4MWPITJPpxtlZF00Uh8Hxd1xV4cK1ZKrX0XJLoeWYfjGhRaJuw_ktWBhuZAqfOTJfWnrVI8v7QUbLqEmlzqPWMCJ8iQ81J8vcQDgE/w480-h640/WechatIMG1528.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I began at this tall statue, the emblem for the Golden Rooster Film Festival, the Chinese equivalent of the Oscars. The festival is held in Xiamen annually and is an excuse for the film industry from Shanghai and Beijing to have a few days of gorging themselves on seafood in the sun. On the other side of the water, the Taiwanese version is called the Golden Horse and this got me thinking about Golden animals, prestige and films. It sparked the idea for a film festival of my own which might well just happen: The Golden Cockroach! If only for that, this walk was a success as it gave me a name and concept for a future event.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p3uPeh_U4aqoFVk5zvg2eIoxnqKz61ASA23kK9Qocumt10klD53_Rh_ZKbUyo7dF2vstTpRADJ3WjiXAfAoR5mI6-jAhwH7xvB38pVzDy-WNwpYUAyK3KMT9GweZ5ixASe0oiS_5VvgVMmALKKfKA03GR_yn1_puuVVXCXv13_lqf5Ep3FQUTiCqsBY/s1706/WechatIMG1527.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p3uPeh_U4aqoFVk5zvg2eIoxnqKz61ASA23kK9Qocumt10klD53_Rh_ZKbUyo7dF2vstTpRADJ3WjiXAfAoR5mI6-jAhwH7xvB38pVzDy-WNwpYUAyK3KMT9GweZ5ixASe0oiS_5VvgVMmALKKfKA03GR_yn1_puuVVXCXv13_lqf5Ep3FQUTiCqsBY/w480-h640/WechatIMG1527.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The walk began with the shoes coming off and the ever so slightly smelly feet coming into contact with the warm dry sand. Starting from a standing position, I spent time feeling the weight passing down through the feet and the spine reaching up, getting a sense of relaxed verticality. When walking, there is so much else going on that it becomes much more difficult to focus on these basics so it is good to start off with good posture. I found my feet became much more sensitive and alive when in contact with the sand released from the prison of shoe ware. This in turn gave me more feeling about where precisely my weight was distributed. </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0C9X0issw5F86DLWp5ZYPUq4wxnEiqYZDv1ppuiAcX3gGVz2Fp0k2SSE1YwMCGq9E43V3xKjd0tIl_uiUPlomqUyBzN3jWuLqjfOGIGlKF9DIS7NLUSzQ_7j1qU1zYEkhS_oPRv4Mz4nUupjU9UhpMy0CZF_2qQj5DJ1cIDRk9bjfN-_jc8JCHozPDLo/s1706/WechatIMG1530.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0C9X0issw5F86DLWp5ZYPUq4wxnEiqYZDv1ppuiAcX3gGVz2Fp0k2SSE1YwMCGq9E43V3xKjd0tIl_uiUPlomqUyBzN3jWuLqjfOGIGlKF9DIS7NLUSzQ_7j1qU1zYEkhS_oPRv4Mz4nUupjU9UhpMy0CZF_2qQj5DJ1cIDRk9bjfN-_jc8JCHozPDLo/w480-h640/WechatIMG1530.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I set off along the beach leaving a trail of footsteps behind me. I settled into a rhythm that let the arms swing fully and lungs breathe in the sea air. Focus was more up and outwards as the sand didn't present obstacles or contain sharp objects that might damage the feet. It was only after a while that I looked down and I realized I was not alone. There are worms living in the tidal area of sand near the shoreline. I'm not sure if it's the same ones, but I was once convinced to try eating worms dug up from the sand here. To be precise, the skin of these worms, set in jelly with a hot sauce smeared over it; it's a local delicacy. All I can say is I tried it once and won't be touching it ever again.</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N0A4FA085Azmw_es-_aOiNhX1_mkxRA3Qfmh31ZrnBDUfGyDDHpq-6UGl1QUQRQezO6JFFXOjpbqU12dk5N68xXkfBGcnAF5z3-3R_qYy99MgWMAhbETNnLQF1S0CxFO48Xoqhb5DAftml9OA7yCl0CQ92o6xSuiD6BIVMf736-N9jf83Yh4RCwwV6g/s1706/WechatIMG1532.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N0A4FA085Azmw_es-_aOiNhX1_mkxRA3Qfmh31ZrnBDUfGyDDHpq-6UGl1QUQRQezO6JFFXOjpbqU12dk5N68xXkfBGcnAF5z3-3R_qYy99MgWMAhbETNnLQF1S0CxFO48Xoqhb5DAftml9OA7yCl0CQ92o6xSuiD6BIVMf736-N9jf83Yh4RCwwV6g/w480-h640/WechatIMG1532.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The walk continued and I was in luck, the tide was right out so I could pass around the rocks and continue a long way, walking solely on the sand. The angle of the sand sloping down to the water makes the weight falls more onto one foot than another. This gentle asymmetry made me more aware of what I was doing higher up in the body, I could feel it all the way up to the neck. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1ATWGR_zM1YsQEmSoh3SUzrHlBfbwv5ADplQNo0y13nL1_yyc1b-Be_27mx18IQORiTiwPDudTCwgDWu_nihaF1-yQi7tDaTYUzqGVl0z0B0Mi82jfAmhkb2OMIajNzOAYzvOE5gtb03r7vTdvEWxuML-xn5KG6-v-VhsliRQtYifzIZhjUuNQ4pH_E/s1706/WechatIMG1534.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1ATWGR_zM1YsQEmSoh3SUzrHlBfbwv5ADplQNo0y13nL1_yyc1b-Be_27mx18IQORiTiwPDudTCwgDWu_nihaF1-yQi7tDaTYUzqGVl0z0B0Mi82jfAmhkb2OMIajNzOAYzvOE5gtb03r7vTdvEWxuML-xn5KG6-v-VhsliRQtYifzIZhjUuNQ4pH_E/w480-h640/WechatIMG1534.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">After a while I became more sensitive to the differences between coarse sand and fine sand, dry sand and wet sand. Each behaved very differently underfoot. I never would have expected to have found so much variation. These subtle changes in turn improved my posture as I was getting so much more sensation in my feet than I normally do when wearing shoes. It would be possible to do this for five minutes and experience this as information but doing it for longer was so much more rewarding as it becomes ongoing and sustained feedback. If you want to correct bodily habits, retrain bodily use, this longer sustained work is almost certainly more effective. It requires time and repetition for it to get inside your body and become second nature.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJnkks4D_Igx97K6HHN1D4q1S67dtlmD8JzDL0IAEI2NiMTZ3u3YtfTdQVPgqD8cCn_8HUNbKWrn7XMPHAE5KGTfOB4pT4K0ctBxzlIkGHPxaMhkH224Jv40ZM4G4Vd0s5RsuEIrHA9DmkFW77AK3KXptxBXBY-1enx0EN1valpySPYNDiSuw5gaGv90/w480-h640/WechatIMG1533.jpg" width="480" /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">While the focus of this walk was on the act of walking itself, </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I was not on a treadmill</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">,</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> I was still walking somewhere. The sound of waves is quite good for letting go of chatter but thoughts keep popping up regardless. One thing that kept coming to me, for instance, was that I always used to hate the two towers in the distance, and now there's a new one currently being put up. They are dumb landmarks, notable only for their height, which turn into screens for kitsch once night falls. This mild irritation with them as they symbolize the wrong turn the city of Xiamen has taken, is perhaps why I ended up lived in one of them for a while: so I didn't have to look at it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimftcdJxju4KGWBi8xcNf6uAgfZhUujGi_bXGqt_ud2au_nrRrNMufEH6EFgzMB5QM-xcKqh-vftHejCBrUCt7mbaKUxTsM9wTbnxz1j1zWPhSbWUmrUW7fV3vOKMuK6u1bWTsXfUbOVj3DMfqb4xPBsQdkVUtNewICNHSsv_emPlQeAVzn8CVwvP0Hc/s1706/WechatIMG1531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimftcdJxju4KGWBi8xcNf6uAgfZhUujGi_bXGqt_ud2au_nrRrNMufEH6EFgzMB5QM-xcKqh-vftHejCBrUCt7mbaKUxTsM9wTbnxz1j1zWPhSbWUmrUW7fV3vOKMuK6u1bWTsXfUbOVj3DMfqb4xPBsQdkVUtNewICNHSsv_emPlQeAVzn8CVwvP0Hc/w480-h640/WechatIMG1531.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It's ironic that just as I was about to finish, I walked past a beach stall selling plastic sandals. I had gone further than anticipated and the hour walk turned into</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> 90 minutes. I could already feel the skin between my toes getting worn down by the abrasive sand so I understand why people spending longer on the sand might want footwear. What this barefoot walk did for me, however, was to make me much more mindful of walking surfaces and gait. The first thing I did when I got home was to go through my shoes and make a careful analysis of each pair, seeing how it impacted my walking. This walk about walking was, therefore, not so much a performance as a really useful exercise. I will surely try it again and most probably also use it when teaching.</span></span></div><p></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0Xiamen, Fujian, China24.4795099 118.0894799-3.8307239361788454 82.9332299 52.789743736178849 153.24572990000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-70794875723848590672024-03-24T15:36:00.006+00:002024-03-25T01:45:34.385+00:00The Three Shadows Curator Tour
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.threeshadows.cn/cn/">Three Shadows Photographic Art Centre</a> in Jimei, to give the place its full title, is one of the better art spaces in Xiamen. It is an offshoot of the main gallery in Beijing which is one of China's dedicated photography galleries. They were having an opening and I was invited, somehow, so along I went. Rather than a drinks reception and hobnobbing, as it the London way, an opening here means something far less fun: the curator's tour.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE2gAk6GwbbmlrCyQflNIiqEyc9Wh4vNW7dAtQeRlDOLZNssEnpsT5EYnnpK6v8jcks4iQReZVSG_q2JXWuccKXyvMcmsXBcc-x-XGvtstEZu5U9qEU2Oq1pziibmPTiRoq8wN9wg2EAHU0iq25IAZzMqKI1MLEZ0NBXZaYNA79vfhrCMvFzCvdZYmAg/s576/IMG_20160312_103902.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="576" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE2gAk6GwbbmlrCyQflNIiqEyc9Wh4vNW7dAtQeRlDOLZNssEnpsT5EYnnpK6v8jcks4iQReZVSG_q2JXWuccKXyvMcmsXBcc-x-XGvtstEZu5U9qEU2Oq1pziibmPTiRoq8wN9wg2EAHU0iq25IAZzMqKI1MLEZ0NBXZaYNA79vfhrCMvFzCvdZYmAg/w640-h480/IMG_20160312_103902.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Thirty of so of us shuffled around the space, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">dutifully</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> stopping in front of the artworks to drink from the fountain of culture. This tour, like practically every other, took place in the afternoon, not evening. These events are timed so that the artists, team and patrons go to dinner afterwards. If there is any fun to be had, it is later at the dinner: you have to earn it by attending the tour in the afternoon.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOCnFEgxpPVjB89Sii9tHH7hORk9JiwLQytQiFBVNWCsGOuDYjiFUnBmPofHLrqKhF4Ye4RohvcIfrvn-6jeOhQl2ib1DgeRQDcbsItTY-KIyWwsrbBZbbiJQTqqe1VKRIHEYueGo6XuF8RBNuex6I5DipPIFIZNb7K3QcpU5QLNRTZL397ghAj78GfI/s620/IMG_20160312_120854.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="620" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOCnFEgxpPVjB89Sii9tHH7hORk9JiwLQytQiFBVNWCsGOuDYjiFUnBmPofHLrqKhF4Ye4RohvcIfrvn-6jeOhQl2ib1DgeRQDcbsItTY-KIyWwsrbBZbbiJQTqqe1VKRIHEYueGo6XuF8RBNuex6I5DipPIFIZNb7K3QcpU5QLNRTZL397ghAj78GfI/w640-h478/IMG_20160312_120854.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As we were going around the exhibition I saw <a href="https://www.artsy.net/artwork/zhang-huan-to-add-one-meter-to-an-anonymous-mountain-2" target="_blank">one photograph that I recognized</a> as there is a friend of mine Yingmei in it. Not that you'd recognize her in the pile of bodies. This connection brought to mind the fact that artists here are not typically paid for the inclusion of their work in an exhibition, the money goes towards running costs, the space's owners, the exhibition curators and the shipping of artworks. Artists might be invited to the opening, be offered a room for a night or two and can join the opening banquet. For artists selling artifacts this is just about understandable but for performance artists like Yingmei or I, it doesn't work at all. I was, in fact, once invited to give a performance for a British Council sponsored exhibition at Three Shadows but even for a live performance as part of an exhibition with that sort of institutional support, they refused to pay any fee. Needless to say, they didn't get their performance, but I'm sure the curator's tour was wonderful. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The sound came out of a loudspeaker that was connected to the microphone via bluetooth. Being placed behind the audience the voice was dislocated. This gave the tour a weird touch that everyone tried to pretend was normal. In retrospect, this was the most interesting aspect of the tour and it is something that could be explored further. Just imagine the voice walking off on its own tour, the curator and their voice heading off on opposite tangents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The basic frame of the curator's tour was educational: it was to help you understand the artworks. It's unidirectional which is to say, there were neither questions nor discussion. When I come to think of it, the tour might have been for the benefit of the curator more than for anyone else. It builds their public profile and shows everyone that they are doing something. </div></span>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The final thing to note is that the tour went on far too long. </span>Three Shadows is rather typical in offering these 90 minute tours for openings, but you can see the same thing in art spaces all over China. This tour was an old one from back in 2016 but I went on a curator's tour just the other week in a different art space and it was exactly the same. Sadly the loudspeaker was not behind the audience this time round but it was, otherwise, the same package.</div></span>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-42041555317969682972024-03-24T13:50:00.005+00:002024-03-24T13:56:28.394+00:00Engeki Quest Macau: a gamebook to explore the city<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI1K0UcniZzXzWpEiEf3Z823q-uV4JdL6RT8YrRixrxq7GuV8yIXs7VB5LpNh2gpkbyj0AsiD4Xlf9G74u0ao0P5yOVuGrYNSGcEsvbR7dS8UvK58d87-hVF2Ujc1bcwHTZdBvbfG6xfP3J8yy6kTazDt4jLNHfN2bPl9TNKuTAvNcKfIw4e6SJzTi-4/s1706/WechatIMG1526.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1279" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDI1K0UcniZzXzWpEiEf3Z823q-uV4JdL6RT8YrRixrxq7GuV8yIXs7VB5LpNh2gpkbyj0AsiD4Xlf9G74u0ao0P5yOVuGrYNSGcEsvbR7dS8UvK58d87-hVF2Ujc1bcwHTZdBvbfG6xfP3J8yy6kTazDt4jLNHfN2bPl9TNKuTAvNcKfIw4e6SJzTi-4/w480-h640/WechatIMG1526.jpg" width="480" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I’m sitting in a busy tea restaurant in Macau, figuring out the menu and talking with theatre producer Erik Kuong. It’s the first time we’ve met since Covid so there’s a lot of catching up to do. Some old men sitting opposite us flick through newspapers and literally shout to one another. He hands me the book Engeki Quest with a faint smile. Do I open the book? (go to paragraph 3) or do I keep talking theatre with Erik? (go to paragraph 2)</div></span><p></p>
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<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">2. We talk ab</span><span style="font-family: arial;">out what we have been doing and about the changes that have taken place during Covid. We talk about live events and face to face encounters and how there is a generation who have got used to living through their phones. We both wonder how to persuade them to put the phone down for a moment, step outside and go and see live shows. This leads us rather neatly to the book Engeki Quest, which is a sort of outdoor show for an audience of one. (go to paragraph 3)</span></span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaUGC-Lhn0lWG9BzBcdyLt-e7vmFrZnHjbLze4VrNGwOWfPndhZhWTOIgrJMPFwfp24NGtbPwZPGtV88W9JXsfZA_M4Gn_Nn1mROP7iAIdtRsE7bd-Jv3kS1m7MpWn-Z-IhlGPKK4zRqHHuo7UTzbj5vIm4su6YjKo0TYRsewXxjQX8WCzFsYEJp1FWc/s1706/WechatIMG1518.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="1706" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaUGC-Lhn0lWG9BzBcdyLt-e7vmFrZnHjbLze4VrNGwOWfPndhZhWTOIgrJMPFwfp24NGtbPwZPGtV88W9JXsfZA_M4Gn_Nn1mROP7iAIdtRsE7bd-Jv3kS1m7MpWn-Z-IhlGPKK4zRqHHuo7UTzbj5vIm4su6YjKo0TYRsewXxjQX8WCzFsYEJp1FWc/w640-h480/WechatIMG1518.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p></p>
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<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">3. I open the cover and start reading: it is a book about Macau. More specifically, it is a book that will guide its reader around Macau and tell stories at the same time. Unlike conventional tour books which take you on a fixed route from one point to the next, Engeki Quest is written in a “choose your own adventure” style. This means each paragraph is numbered and instead of reading the book from start to finish, you are offered many choices in the text and have to flick forwards and backwards as you go. (go to paragraph 7) </span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQXNeUUCf7QNCF6-XjobgVPIdFAzPgQlM8xa2z9AOhhBP-JdRpFN83VBbYDqJt_j400xhxdLXAff6ZlvjrL_g4ULUhFONeKSvQEi-oNd4zGFjrOelkOPcnaVXF6XK5ZAuWV68haoLiSfYA5QH_vIg-ZUQSFSTP2SwoyJYmHTU-UJP7pbaGy-Vm-aiadQ/s1706/WechatIMG1517.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1279" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQXNeUUCf7QNCF6-XjobgVPIdFAzPgQlM8xa2z9AOhhBP-JdRpFN83VBbYDqJt_j400xhxdLXAff6ZlvjrL_g4ULUhFONeKSvQEi-oNd4zGFjrOelkOPcnaVXF6XK5ZAuWV68haoLiSfYA5QH_vIg-ZUQSFSTP2SwoyJYmHTU-UJP7pbaGy-Vm-aiadQ/w480-h640/WechatIMG1517.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p>
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<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">4. I’m brought to the steps at the foot of St Paul’s where tourists compete with one another to take pictures of themselves in front of the famous facade. I quickly leave them behind and find a quiet space to the side where I’m brought into a story of Japanese migrants coming to Macau to escape the persecution of Christians back in Japan. It’s interesting to be given an identity and asked to imagine the space from someone else’s point of view. To now read about Praça de Luís de Camões (go to paragraph 6) If you’ve already read it (go to paragraph 8)</span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr0ZL3ytuqvJ7KJJYNZuwbNj7tVKq-9Wk3hij7BB_MrPyP7WacIDthN1LGhnSvj_13Qa5HIkboQNOcZvT5FMKTHTXeO1oY6ku7G02TqTj9vO3wsiqWCGuavWyyBupD1p0VkbPdmMRjWIUAyMpCsiK9arbHfe1DRoSoGdj2wZ7ryc5kVfb4CEuxjtNf40/s1706/WechatIMG1522.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1279" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr0ZL3ytuqvJ7KJJYNZuwbNj7tVKq-9Wk3hij7BB_MrPyP7WacIDthN1LGhnSvj_13Qa5HIkboQNOcZvT5FMKTHTXeO1oY6ku7G02TqTj9vO3wsiqWCGuavWyyBupD1p0VkbPdmMRjWIUAyMpCsiK9arbHfe1DRoSoGdj2wZ7ryc5kVfb4CEuxjtNf40/w480-h640/WechatIMG1522.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p>
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<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">6. I set off and this route offers so many choices that I quickly become conscious not only of the path I was following but also, as in Robert Frost’s poem <i>The Road Not Taken, </i>of what could have been if you had taken another path. Gentle but persistent rain starts to fall and this gives the walk a greater sense of purpose still. Most sensible people are now under shelter; continuing to walk in this weather is a commitment to finding meaning. If you’d like to read about the route around the Ruins of St Paul’s (go to paragraph 4) if you’ve already read it (go to paragraph 8)</span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJHMcQtdvbHeSElJsdX7Hcby65KN5B27UqvyfQPUcLQVeWGr_Ym644bbixj2EZ4wWwWeuXrfv2Yt2JtpCse0CS72ikxhABx8JaXX_Leih_qieb6ewsGTeQNJElTN4ZUoOQfVRJkVOkx3kqZZpar3-t2oixLizSAilP8pcSZSKWxken04MPqdCgdXFVxM/s1706/WechatIMG1521.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1279" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJHMcQtdvbHeSElJsdX7Hcby65KN5B27UqvyfQPUcLQVeWGr_Ym644bbixj2EZ4wWwWeuXrfv2Yt2JtpCse0CS72ikxhABx8JaXX_Leih_qieb6ewsGTeQNJElTN4ZUoOQfVRJkVOkx3kqZZpar3-t2oixLizSAilP8pcSZSKWxken04MPqdCgdXFVxM/w480-h640/WechatIMG1521.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div>
<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">7. The book takes me on a short walk outside the restaurant that introduces the overall theme of amnesia. The instructions are clear enough that I know where I am going while the stories are suggestive enough that they colour the way I look at the street and the buildings surrounding me. There are four separate routes that can be followed; I completed two of them. To read about the route around the Ruins of St. Paul’s (go to paragraph 4) or Praça de Luís de Camões. (go to paragraph 6) </span></p><p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvAaGAj0ILIX5ldq4PXNq13SaMKd0XOOBbtx7kcOZGRDstgGO8AKa4094WQ0kB24KyL5PjwnPa_PZfO10ZvH2aqGZCKV3RGxT9n9qh5uqozeusftFPu_fzUEHoy0qsvyC0ubcuhnEhDasbGX-tjVZ7znQTlD5PvCPTzNK2DAhHRImd9XAWdnpRdeMzss/s1706/WechatIMG1523.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="1279" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvAaGAj0ILIX5ldq4PXNq13SaMKd0XOOBbtx7kcOZGRDstgGO8AKa4094WQ0kB24KyL5PjwnPa_PZfO10ZvH2aqGZCKV3RGxT9n9qh5uqozeusftFPu_fzUEHoy0qsvyC0ubcuhnEhDasbGX-tjVZ7znQTlD5PvCPTzNK2DAhHRImd9XAWdnpRdeMzss/w480-h640/WechatIMG1523.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p>
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<p style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">8. This type of journey could be done using a phone rather than a book but there is something rather engaging about it being in book format. It encourages us to put the phone away and concentrate on the here and now of walking in the city and imagining a story. It is best to do this alone as that gives you space for reflection. You have to be an active participant, not just following the instructions but looking curiously around you, using your imagination and making your own connections. As such, you get as much out of Engeki Quest as you are willing to invest in it. Will it lure the lost generation back outside? Probably not. Will it add some enchantment to Macau for those in search of it? Quite definitely.</span></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0Macao22.198745 113.543873-6.1114888361788466 78.387623 50.508978836178841 148.70012300000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-21468421006800117312024-03-22T06:49:00.005+00:002024-03-25T07:12:40.915+00:00The Completely Lost Tour: a three day walk to the heart of nowhere<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The Completely Lost Tour was an elaborate form of a Way-Losing Tour that took place a few years ago but which I'm only getting round to writing up now. Rather than just spending an afternoon drifting from place to place, getting progressively more and more lost, the concept here was to spend three full days traveling blind. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9IKO-s1r4wgL0yBuMu5bgoh_Tr3A0TUfCQXJ74E8FmXDThlxN3zdHbca5XHbnKMQxdDwkDt_ODd_3rNWrHba5DlbMUKX7LIY5sp7ETb6X90JIODHqhJhyphenhyphenr1yJhBsf0f6qyBf8ZGTrN5X-vuYS_TRxKPxFEWlhvlrWSyPpN9O0_JFuRPAVAMo38ms8us/s2560/725223483f9c83f75367745050a6bc20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9IKO-s1r4wgL0yBuMu5bgoh_Tr3A0TUfCQXJ74E8FmXDThlxN3zdHbca5XHbnKMQxdDwkDt_ODd_3rNWrHba5DlbMUKX7LIY5sp7ETb6X90JIODHqhJhyphenhyphenr1yJhBsf0f6qyBf8ZGTrN5X-vuYS_TRxKPxFEWlhvlrWSyPpN9O0_JFuRPAVAMo38ms8us/s320/725223483f9c83f75367745050a6bc20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It began more or less like any other way-losing tour, the only real difference being it started not in a city centre but at Bicester, a semi-rural train station in Oxfordshire. From there we heading off on foot... somewhere. We walked down country lanes and around housing estates, over fields and alongside a canal. At some point we walked into Bicester Village a shopping mall trying to pretend to be a village. It seemed popular with Chinese visitors who have an appetite for a perfect past that never actually existed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aduYtEzy2QOfNLLGOfB77s8dkxWRrHcqUv90ZwNIqjuRet6PxrTF3-74t67-PO3SiRBNo9_TC_CzG0XckOnSH-jYbJUvBlImmb8HhBDSgHmr9VQHDjAiAnNKlxMszRrqFGR6Gi4jIY2fXqLf9xqBtyfREGJyNngxDy6g99nVgsy0LolvC9UU7ccXfpA/s1024/Bicester-Village-1-1024x683.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aduYtEzy2QOfNLLGOfB77s8dkxWRrHcqUv90ZwNIqjuRet6PxrTF3-74t67-PO3SiRBNo9_TC_CzG0XckOnSH-jYbJUvBlImmb8HhBDSgHmr9VQHDjAiAnNKlxMszRrqFGR6Gi4jIY2fXqLf9xqBtyfREGJyNngxDy6g99nVgsy0LolvC9UU7ccXfpA/s320/Bicester-Village-1-1024x683.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The canal turned out to be interesting as we somehow got talking to a boat owner who invited us onboard. We slowly chugged along and heard some wild conspiracy theories, nodding eagerly all the way. You meet some curious people when you open yourself up for it on events like this.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40GbDjDkgKHOrPpB0NVML111K3h9CAOQYSpaNG-9QLx5WMu4AjVteWi3T2dmea0yIWyYQDEQsNg3fNLHAltNkPitQL70KYvXDLjkWnQBA5tmYHt6DXk47_NtMOizkR_DIsvQn8tbkrgOYJhy7RCUG9RPW23oAYSsh_1jn1T0xRduaDj1-DT-4a_iD3c8/s650/imageresizer.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="650" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40GbDjDkgKHOrPpB0NVML111K3h9CAOQYSpaNG-9QLx5WMu4AjVteWi3T2dmea0yIWyYQDEQsNg3fNLHAltNkPitQL70KYvXDLjkWnQBA5tmYHt6DXk47_NtMOizkR_DIsvQn8tbkrgOYJhy7RCUG9RPW23oAYSsh_1jn1T0xRduaDj1-DT-4a_iD3c8/s320/imageresizer.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The real challenge came when it started to get dark. The village we had stumbled into didn't have a B&B and we had a rule of not using our phone to check maps or call for services. We did find a pub that was open and started talking to people. Through one of them introducing us to another, we got ourselves invited to spend a night in someone's home. They sometimes rented rooms out to people and we ended up paying a reasonable price for a large comfortable room in a period building. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxnhSZgTtICYJwj21kFVQR2r4RN2jw3vpXeCgjRolAy6SPG5_3kl6KSjyTWx69bTmB3Kez5SoYPqoZI2kMwKDJRIpxLvkyZ18yjNtVW5GAZ56Vbzl8vdq5fMoNDF0TU2Pf6E5arHW6SgDABsNO_q_7CZ1NEswz7iKmYsy-IB0i8KYHxv4i-LeHDT2oN0/s2048/pub-oxford.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxnhSZgTtICYJwj21kFVQR2r4RN2jw3vpXeCgjRolAy6SPG5_3kl6KSjyTWx69bTmB3Kez5SoYPqoZI2kMwKDJRIpxLvkyZ18yjNtVW5GAZ56Vbzl8vdq5fMoNDF0TU2Pf6E5arHW6SgDABsNO_q_7CZ1NEswz7iKmYsy-IB0i8KYHxv4i-LeHDT2oN0/s320/pub-oxford.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It strikes me now that when traveling in this way it becomes more important to talk to people as that is how you find food and shelter. This in turn, makes the landscape a far more populated one, rich with stories, opinions and ideas. That is how travel was conducted more, in the past, whereas we now use technology and money to make our way. It was a worthwhile experiment but if I were to repeat it I would probably try and do it somewhere warmer and dryer, perhaps in a country I know less well. I also wonder what would have been the outcome if I were very different to the people we met. I put on my best accent and presented myself as the nice gentleman and it worked. In other circumstances I would have to play it differently and I suspect some people would have a harder time working this crowd, but that's just speculation. The real proof only comes from trying it for yourself. So maybe I should set out to get completely lost in Vietnam or Bulgaria and see what happens.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There were in fact three guides all offering the same tour to a large group of visiting foreigners. I tried to figure out which would be the most interesting guide by looking at them closely. I finally picked the lady on the left.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The tour was focussed on the pre-history and anthropology of Taiwan. There were the usual types of artifacts you would expect to find on such a tour augmented with photographs of excavations and maps. The exhibits themselves were relatively sleepy, the bread and butter stuff of a middle of the road museum.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Where the tour started to get interesting was in the fault lines: the guide was ethnically Han Chinese and spoke English and Mandarin. Language is a complicated, not to say divisive issue in this context as there are indigenous oral languages and then the mix of Mandarin and Taiwanese, also known as Minnanhua. The relative status of these languages, that is to say who knows them, when, how and why they are used, starts to open up a number of points within the exhibition and society more widely.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It became clear through questioning her that there has been a politicisation of Taiwanese pre-history from the 1990s onwards. This is </span><span style="font-family: arial;">an ongoing process of</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://chinaperspectives.revues.org/438">cultural de-sinification</a> that has prompted a deeper examination of Taiwan's indigenous culture. What is meant by the term indigenous people is those who lived in Taiwan long before the arrival of the Han Chinese. This is significant as it becomes a way to mark a cultural difference between Taiwan and mainland China. This process has, to an extent, politically divided the country with a difference of emphasis between the two political parties, the more China friendly KMT and more pro-independence DPP. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Having seen, through the tour, how indigenous culture has been accorded a freshly important status, the next day I noticed stores selling what looked like Taiwanese ethnic craft objects. These designs have been re-purposed and shaped for modern living and now adorn notebooks, handbags, sports shoes and so on. Indigenous design therefore seems to play a role in identity politics and fashion in contemporary Taiwan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was one quite remarkable map which showed the full geographic reach of the indigenous culture that the exhibition depicted. The map shows connection with the indigenous cultures across the whole of <a href="http://www.ourpacificocean.com/austronesian_people/">Austronesian</a> even going so far in the other direction as Madagascar. There is one place, however, that was strenuously avoided on the map: mainland China. The omission is significant and so too the blurring of the map at the top. There most probably is sound evidence to support this redrawing of the map but, ironically, the manner in which it is done also struck me as something that I am familiar with: to the outsider it all looks like a very Chinese form of presentation.</span></div>
</span>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-50779079466888491612024-03-22T01:33:00.006+00:002024-03-28T03:16:13.144+00:00Kitsch is like gold dust: The Golden Tour of Shenzhen<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The Golden Tour has got interesting and found its feet at long last. The first performances have been given in Shenzhen and it is loud and lurid to say the least.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-zD8blllvcCcsp8Xb7iF60ouk3_BAMyELaGMvQuBe9UtB52gl1hZL9qGLws0XHv1cbn5OOy0EfPpTaeCZCubnS0MkVL-aFsDC2vMHnYG0EnHtIncMHT-2EozaQ455_HzRmQtmscsVIgQUQnalU6Uuy6joTXQPhGI2TORHvlmCeuCpyxT73BQQi6M3jM/s4640/WechatIMG848.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3488" data-original-width="4640" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-zD8blllvcCcsp8Xb7iF60ouk3_BAMyELaGMvQuBe9UtB52gl1hZL9qGLws0XHv1cbn5OOy0EfPpTaeCZCubnS0MkVL-aFsDC2vMHnYG0EnHtIncMHT-2EozaQ455_HzRmQtmscsVIgQUQnalU6Uuy6joTXQPhGI2TORHvlmCeuCpyxT73BQQi6M3jM/w640-h482/WechatIMG848.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">As so often happens in China, what happens around the show is just as incredible, maybe even more crazy, than the show itself. This one was a real battle to pull off. The festival as a whole had a lukewarm welcome from the authorities, shopkeepers and security guards, in spite of the fact it was publicly funded. The child-friendly events happening in designated squares were fine but the dazzling, enigmatic golden tour was barely tolerated. </span></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubPQjVSRQVTEdblo1nGEGhVDK8aG4ID7DONv-hXtY6TC4bVBCvYlYn032mVicVw0iADuwZZ6neAq2nndDzXBSyzLbi1afO7E5ksSPQs_AlFDkYLyR9vU8FFZIXcSL_hqtk4vQhRgBjwSDhyphenhyphenS4D8HfwuhDBB_pCS591k4jglSVIOecuaLPiatdOcUvnOU/s3200/PAN3357.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="3200" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubPQjVSRQVTEdblo1nGEGhVDK8aG4ID7DONv-hXtY6TC4bVBCvYlYn032mVicVw0iADuwZZ6neAq2nndDzXBSyzLbi1afO7E5ksSPQs_AlFDkYLyR9vU8FFZIXcSL_hqtk4vQhRgBjwSDhyphenhyphenS4D8HfwuhDBB_pCS591k4jglSVIOecuaLPiatdOcUvnOU/w640-h424/PAN3357.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The audio side of the show broadened out into a celebration of kitsch. More specifically, songs which were already kitsch and were then given a DJ remix which made them only more kitsch still. What's more, there were examples from different countries, including </span>China like the song below. While the music is terrible, it is not so much worse than what you might hear at many tourist attractions here. It was therefore safe to play, even though the intent was satirical. In the context of this gentrified neighborhood, however, the sound of vulgar Chinese music was particularly grating as it reminds people too much of the grannies who dance to it in public squares up and down the country. </div></span></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-P0zrrwFGgQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="-P0zrrwFGgQ"></iframe></div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The text is where this one pushed the limits. Delivered with a broad smile, it consisted of introductions and commentary to various parts of this newly-built ancient town. The area is contradictory: it is presented as an historic walled town in the ultra modern city of Shenzhen. What's more, it was until recently a run down neighborhood for migrant workers where what little history that was left, was neglected and tumbledown. Since property developers moved in, it has been restored, augmented and turned into a model community. The neighborhood has a political significance too. It is claimed as the oldest settlement in the area and therefore the root of all culture not only in Shenzhen but the root of Hong Kong and Macau too. There are a lot of texts online that push this politicized archeological line. These were one part of the mix I auto-translated, turned into a speech file, then repeated the audio of from a set of headphones. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc94IlgPvAU085GflgKJ0BeC5h_hjRNOPFsc-tVgukIZID4IddUqU7F5PBJTB3Jjkb_NbSKZYXF8GdkhkMKQaAKpBhhON-Erjb_alKXm35xiSGPZXa_wOCImWNDdPzNAuuAI6gApx22zEO2WZ2oqhs493cPUbUIG096396Ld-oBGdVSf2KIMc1k-d0rQ/s3200/PAN3294.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="3200" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc94IlgPvAU085GflgKJ0BeC5h_hjRNOPFsc-tVgukIZID4IddUqU7F5PBJTB3Jjkb_NbSKZYXF8GdkhkMKQaAKpBhhON-Erjb_alKXm35xiSGPZXa_wOCImWNDdPzNAuuAI6gApx22zEO2WZ2oqhs493cPUbUIG096396Ld-oBGdVSf2KIMc1k-d0rQ/w640-h424/PAN3294.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So too were there out of date descriptions from official newspapers that flatly contradicted some of the contemporary narrative as well as plain marketing speak from the property developer which moved it into corporate branding, art speak and nationalism. Throw this all together and give it a kitsch veneer and you have The Golden Tour. I'm lucky I got away with it, to be honest! </span><span style="font-family: arial;">I delivered it in broken Chinese the first day and that was a harsh show but when done in English,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> with a child friendly smile, using official information only, it was just about OK.</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqm0ftZc7vUmkjctcpvkXU6J2PLCMQlJuaasgmserGEfWMcYIYfZbF1PVc7tfxv532nGARS3eM5kp1CCTohnI7huntj59mapcnqD381LFiMOBtX71md9pDBNRy1-Jn3OYWT096GMKoLEkL9JeNilproSuE5j5keOiIK1Px7h7Zi-0fqrd2g7_G6USxDY/s3200/PAN3412.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2133" data-original-width="3200" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCqm0ftZc7vUmkjctcpvkXU6J2PLCMQlJuaasgmserGEfWMcYIYfZbF1PVc7tfxv532nGARS3eM5kp1CCTohnI7huntj59mapcnqD381LFiMOBtX71md9pDBNRy1-Jn3OYWT096GMKoLEkL9JeNilproSuE5j5keOiIK1Px7h7Zi-0fqrd2g7_G6USxDY/w640-h424/PAN3412.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I ended up being shadowed by security guards itching to stop it, having to do it with minimal amplification, off the main locations and constantly moving. Part of the problem with the neighborhood is that it has been accorded this political and commercial significance and that makes it far less amenable to public art events. The shop owners want the public that an art event brings in, but they don't want the actual art. The type of art that is suitable for this type of place becomes more and more narrow and official in style too. I saw the same thing happen in Shanghai's Xintiandi which has become a rather arid site of red tourism and shopping</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;">Next, I will have to make The Golden Tour somewhere a bit easier to work in.</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;">It may be time to bring the formula to Europe, for example. After all, the soundtrack had plenty of Eurokitsch like this:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BI7wnIfBwxk" width="320" youtube-src-id="BI7wnIfBwxk"></iframe></div><br /> </span></span></div><br /><p></p></div></div>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0Shenzhen, Guangdong Province, China22.5428599 114.05956-5.7673739361788456 78.90331 50.853093736178849 149.21581tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-67070399010148090482023-11-03T12:27:00.004+00:002023-11-03T12:27:50.969+00:00The Golden Tour - an odd sort of alchemy <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;">T</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwb96qlq_5hYzVfd05gNNvUqyZ83BtVF_-7CSQm9ty3fYCjOe-PcLHlCGmIVsv6VJE9OoSE2LlQ2SGq_FiRN67r8BQ0XKPGkJ8BB9ljc0PA6lHhi3WLbTBCwYcZ3uhx-STs25O5TcEELsUnmgvfdzVDF-5gwBYAq7kXtXYsGHuhD5VOvX5JSFT-objII/s4199/DSC_0084.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2792" data-original-width="4199" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwb96qlq_5hYzVfd05gNNvUqyZ83BtVF_-7CSQm9ty3fYCjOe-PcLHlCGmIVsv6VJE9OoSE2LlQ2SGq_FiRN67r8BQ0XKPGkJ8BB9ljc0PA6lHhi3WLbTBCwYcZ3uhx-STs25O5TcEELsUnmgvfdzVDF-5gwBYAq7kXtXYsGHuhD5VOvX5JSFT-objII/s320/DSC_0084.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br />The clothes have arrived so I'm playing around with costume and sound. This is usually more of an afterthought but with this tour I want to embrace style above content so this comes first. It's clearly a dumb look. This offers me some cover and is entertaining too. Next is sound and the dumbest obvious sound I found so far is this:</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gKjNAZ1916I" width="320" youtube-src-id="gKjNAZ1916I"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Along the way a quite decent image also popped up by accident. I might just have to use this sun reflection in the mirrored shades effect somehow. It's rather good.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6Z9YdxYv5Ad2vthM209Fg1FOD2bEyKaJYninK5O6a1L3Y0JwJKEm8vm07Uo27aAJW4eMgVNWpOAZhokLQDUck6vINhX5xR9AKQPZGTi5bGwpEYViIzNHO4xJOc6Cr59tQGpfqfjrMT4UH_u4NG6OmmTxYYlvRJBZiqN5f2FA_e93hne9XMIs3vc4HAo/s2544/WechatIMG777.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2543" data-original-width="2544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6Z9YdxYv5Ad2vthM209Fg1FOD2bEyKaJYninK5O6a1L3Y0JwJKEm8vm07Uo27aAJW4eMgVNWpOAZhokLQDUck6vINhX5xR9AKQPZGTi5bGwpEYViIzNHO4xJOc6Cr59tQGpfqfjrMT4UH_u4NG6OmmTxYYlvRJBZiqN5f2FA_e93hne9XMIs3vc4HAo/s320/WechatIMG777.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In all of this madness I did also manage to make a site visit and work out the locations where I will stop. It will be of a hit and run guerrilla style tour. Loud and tasteless and gone before anyone has time to stop it. In many ways it's a collection of many of the things I hate, but when you string them together in a deliberate way it becomes something else. You could almost call that a form of alchemy - the ancient art of turning base materials into gold. Let's see if there's still magic to be found in Nantou Ancient Town.</span><p></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-91952395559251439292023-10-25T15:34:00.003+01:002023-10-25T15:43:26.110+01:00Back into Making Tours: The Golden Tour<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz5RX5O04BQz2oGGIP70eEgnTVWzswaB26HiQlQLMXXz3DZI76Mbz8HtwUzJkQ5cjjw9USUjaoURhmh0B1Vc5wumTYDwqiHdns-eKxpsLrTL9dL383loSPI_ncJCidvGUqQArEllKiu0Ul87hBt0SX5W9T7GyExzemEiHm9hyVnoiQo_HGePO1xZxrF8/s1080/WechatIMG731.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1080" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFz5RX5O04BQz2oGGIP70eEgnTVWzswaB26HiQlQLMXXz3DZI76Mbz8HtwUzJkQ5cjjw9USUjaoURhmh0B1Vc5wumTYDwqiHdns-eKxpsLrTL9dL383loSPI_ncJCidvGUqQArEllKiu0Ul87hBt0SX5W9T7GyExzemEiHm9hyVnoiQo_HGePO1xZxrF8/s320/WechatIMG731.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />After a long break, I am making another tour and it will get its first outing next month in Shenzhen. I will try to make it as bad a tour as possible from the content point of view while, at the same time, turning it into a spectacle. The Tours of Tours, which I was previously busy with, was smart and ironic; this is much more gonzo in style. The Golden Tour is going to be flashy, loud and in Chinese. My aim is to reduce the tour guide to being a colorful moving sculpture that spurts out unreliable information. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">There is a space of critique in here all the same. I am going to be using descriptions of the area culled from the internet which contradict one another. In this way the official narrative will be dirtied simply by association and the shifts in the narratives that come from using out-of-date information will only make it more layered.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">This is the sort of typical text that you can find in Chinese about the place:</span></p><p>Only by putting roots into the soil can one survive. Chinese people pay attention to the "root system". People on the loess land have their desire for a sense of belonging engraved in their bones and flesh, and they are inherited from the same origin. On the north side of the bustling Shennan Avenue, a four-column, three-door, double-eaves archway separates Nantou Ancient City from the outside world. It is like a door of time, inviting people to step in to see this ancient city with a history of thousands of years, and to discover the culture of Shenzhen and Hong Kong. of root system.</p><p>Nantou Ancient City, also known as Xin'an Ancient City, was once the administrative center of Lingnan coastal areas, a coastal defense fortress, a distribution center for maritime transportation and foreign trade. It has witnessed the cultural accumulation of this land for more than 1,700 years.</p><p>Over the past 1,700 years, the jurisdiction, county names and administrative offices have changed several times, but the people of Shenzhen and Hong Kong have never wavered in their feelings for this land. After the Opium War broke out in 1840, Hong Kong was separated from Xin'an County. Although Shenzhen and Hong Kong faced each other across the Shenzhen River, they did not let go of the brotherhood and kinship between them. After Hong Kong's return to the motherland, many compatriots returned to the ancient city for a walk. With the support of their roots, they no longer looked like a piece of duckweed.</p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Date: 25-26th November</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Place: Nantou Gucheng, Nanshan District, Shenzhen</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-32596998356808013492022-02-09T08:56:00.001+00:002022-02-09T08:56:09.701+00:00The Historiographic Tour: one for the future<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigXpcF_PO_DzSqJ1M175ep89lrnZ0zLb-TBw8EG6vBWVHaCHwW_wBEjOSjnyebxzndmOir2Ma5r8KlSY5VnOZgKG4B8kvunNrKkL_EFIsr10benX9-Pk7N4Ya6pyhB_ozZRSMpZ-EQU4hWeLSj5sfr1t1PPt0pmIlvc5p1gcN0s4_pjbyBBpILwOoB=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="4000" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigXpcF_PO_DzSqJ1M175ep89lrnZ0zLb-TBw8EG6vBWVHaCHwW_wBEjOSjnyebxzndmOir2Ma5r8KlSY5VnOZgKG4B8kvunNrKkL_EFIsr10benX9-Pk7N4Ya6pyhB_ozZRSMpZ-EQU4hWeLSj5sfr1t1PPt0pmIlvc5p1gcN0s4_pjbyBBpILwOoB=w400-h225" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">I was back in Beijing to perform a show and in the evening was going out to have a drink. I decided to ride a bike to Gulou as that is more fun than taking a taxi or subway. Somehow the riding took over and I never made it to the bar. That is liable to happen here as Beijing is both an inspiring city and it's too damm big so it takes forever to get from A to B.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZTTGLycz7Xa46qlPRvKFq5778J3XyWmG1Y_Fm99TIwoRs7jhCq2nVm1NF170emSFPuy_K2L8VDCZ3RvL0ZoLmQklpK9xIUSzRevwNiIEefX9yLXHsz7vtlGEBMSevhXDS-J3l0vAFJwkrZE0Yp4Fdsx6Xvmtd63P_W9p6XBaq9i0El1o7qTe0m7N5=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZTTGLycz7Xa46qlPRvKFq5778J3XyWmG1Y_Fm99TIwoRs7jhCq2nVm1NF170emSFPuy_K2L8VDCZ3RvL0ZoLmQklpK9xIUSzRevwNiIEefX9yLXHsz7vtlGEBMSevhXDS-J3l0vAFJwkrZE0Yp4Fdsx6Xvmtd63P_W9p6XBaq9i0El1o7qTe0m7N5=w280-h400" width="280" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The ride took me past several stations on the number 2 metro line. This brought me back to an idea I had some time ago about making a tour of the old city wall which was brought down to make way for the metro line. That would end up being a history tour and these can be interesting if the history is a vital enough one and the storytelling top quality. Usually, however, history tour bore the pants off me and that is probably why I never got round to making it.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1BuzaDHSmFp2E5uHVVzAfYN9USAV2baeSJ3qGK5ugZBlabJLXmVL-AzN95bU_lNznQQvbtaqy1T6ZcTCN5GFGdvLX8xtPIxAg0ytqxf3oyEkhIHZnh5xe1UNwswqW73qIc4jLqHA0ww1ypH1tfz5KbJ0xSx4P49uw0NiNqa4K8IHTs2VuH4Kbqdle=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="4000" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh1BuzaDHSmFp2E5uHVVzAfYN9USAV2baeSJ3qGK5ugZBlabJLXmVL-AzN95bU_lNznQQvbtaqy1T6ZcTCN5GFGdvLX8xtPIxAg0ytqxf3oyEkhIHZnh5xe1UNwswqW73qIc4jLqHA0ww1ypH1tfz5KbJ0xSx4P49uw0NiNqa4K8IHTs2VuH4Kbqdle=w400-h225" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Something far more interesting struck me as a topic for a tour: a historiographic tour. That is to say, the topic of the tour should be not so much the history itself but the telling and the re-telling of the history. In this way, the history may be made far more current as it invites people to see alternative histories and to deconstruct the version that they are familiar with. <br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIdwz1kF0eBETatbLvGFLnS-HCsCKwE9FsIJwouSOgV0aCdVzU86aF4kR-okn0iQVPBKs-bLtb2CtVJ1_6hG38Q_giyRaokmF74GFCQrc-Qt_4OZj-jgHxejQ81GeVptk8RUjvkIlNEdK81fsBj4awBm9ThMEKrM5iXHDTVIcdfrpaS_sy-IsGg_1n=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIdwz1kF0eBETatbLvGFLnS-HCsCKwE9FsIJwouSOgV0aCdVzU86aF4kR-okn0iQVPBKs-bLtb2CtVJ1_6hG38Q_giyRaokmF74GFCQrc-Qt_4OZj-jgHxejQ81GeVptk8RUjvkIlNEdK81fsBj4awBm9ThMEKrM5iXHDTVIcdfrpaS_sy-IsGg_1n=w225-h400" width="225" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">To be consistent with this theme in this location would be impossible: it would probably be deemed illegal as the control of history is a matter of state. In any case, it is not my tour to make; this is a tour for a Chinese person deeply engaged with this specific history. It would probably have to be made incognito and if it were to become popular would cause trouble.</span><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7Ukimj1BQeKQaDzItcvdL43_QdiA1bfQY0XeeQFRjL0g13K2WRHFbLaZL8g1UjBULYbVsbxhpfQPQHGjjp5cteh58VN-4oRCEF9wke6r-MGZR2H5pZLtDANaONxPcg_F1fMJ2aXTDH3TpBtPwJbJs87KEPlzTWzMRrQ_r-j4Zqzy3hjXHHNhXpOeq=s2400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7Ukimj1BQeKQaDzItcvdL43_QdiA1bfQY0XeeQFRjL0g13K2WRHFbLaZL8g1UjBULYbVsbxhpfQPQHGjjp5cteh58VN-4oRCEF9wke6r-MGZR2H5pZLtDANaONxPcg_F1fMJ2aXTDH3TpBtPwJbJs87KEPlzTWzMRrQ_r-j4Zqzy3hjXHHNhXpOeq=w180-h400" width="180" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;">The principle, however, is one that I certainly can take away from this frozen cycle ride, it was -8, and thawing out in the hotel afterwards I already began thinking of places ripe for such a tour. The time will surely come!</span><p></p><p></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-43424205419873908922021-05-13T09:02:00.006+01:002021-05-13T09:16:05.227+01:00The Flying Tigers Tour of Changting<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQFIkECms1-oC_tciSus25xkoY6s5367iSRXwcHqPj6Z7aYFvvKbr8h_iL-zzci3LuAs9stGFk1S9uDTS2RcGjYr2S68gAOiW0tepbMvuJimFJSJt9Y6E0-EEYiGaXQs9i9kwRFNTE4/s2048/1620260308952.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQFIkECms1-oC_tciSus25xkoY6s5367iSRXwcHqPj6Z7aYFvvKbr8h_iL-zzci3LuAs9stGFk1S9uDTS2RcGjYr2S68gAOiW0tepbMvuJimFJSJt9Y6E0-EEYiGaXQs9i9kwRFNTE4/s320/1620260308952.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This tour started off as something quite different to what it became: a domesticated cat that turned into a tiger. The group I was visiting the town with were to be shown the historical town centre of Changting but as it was raining and the organizers simply said, if you want to see it, walk to your left seven minutes and look around for yourselves. This did indeed bring us to a brightly lit building that sat over the remains of the town wall.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3_na5pb6C_IU_QGyi4yJ6IehGl4lisBDFPrzFEayVq986fxZMudWV1Vg0vUtMMRnFSG3Oov_ZAoCPAEB4i5pk4DAidV_IZxOpAT2siYExRtwAv_ia9ifkCXrkpxoCJ6mju8neTNNgv8/s2048/1620260281052.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1576" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3_na5pb6C_IU_QGyi4yJ6IehGl4lisBDFPrzFEayVq986fxZMudWV1Vg0vUtMMRnFSG3Oov_ZAoCPAEB4i5pk4DAidV_IZxOpAT2siYExRtwAv_ia9ifkCXrkpxoCJ6mju8neTNNgv8/s320/1620260281052.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Few seemed keen on braving persistent rain so my group was just three European guys. We had the idea of looking round the old town and seeing if there was an Irish Bar or something similar. We traipsed up and down sodden historical alleys and stumbled across a distinctly 21st Century toilet. Outside it has a screen that shows how many cubicles are inside and which are currently in use. In spite of this, there was still no toilet paper.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMLxQlO6Rd1OmXIgFUwp7RHo7UTNMKaY5g_11b7T4YPdDsQFKb_biRPKOI7Yhv7V1B6RlVIRi_MQKUdYfgFNZ4nKQyX1zaVCjkhmG5554nhKp24yw8I4YxKXbJXR75w8eFLTCz7roWOc/s2048/1620260261747.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMLxQlO6Rd1OmXIgFUwp7RHo7UTNMKaY5g_11b7T4YPdDsQFKb_biRPKOI7Yhv7V1B6RlVIRi_MQKUdYfgFNZ4nKQyX1zaVCjkhmG5554nhKp24yw8I4YxKXbJXR75w8eFLTCz7roWOc/w300-h400/1620260261747.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">More or less giving up hope of finding that mythical Guinness we dropped into an insipid cafe then hit the street again. This sign caught my attention. I had known there was an American airbase in Changting and had even asked about it previously but our guide answered vaguely and changed the subject. Now we had stumbled across some traces of this history. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcWcHsoqZ59Bcjd1ndaYxrjlhUsxRD5zg9aCyjp0ifDmFdS2lppykjkSD8t7RZhPDdbXMTopnerHN63OEtcqM3kYRVKqUTcrlzlbFe9nFfalc9OpKZq31uP_kttG8k-9kVyHFVtC5ZF0/s2048/1620260424423.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcWcHsoqZ59Bcjd1ndaYxrjlhUsxRD5zg9aCyjp0ifDmFdS2lppykjkSD8t7RZhPDdbXMTopnerHN63OEtcqM3kYRVKqUTcrlzlbFe9nFfalc9OpKZq31uP_kttG8k-9kVyHFVtC5ZF0/w400-h300/1620260424423.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Next to the banner were some pictures of the steely <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claire_Lee_Chennault" target="_blank">Claire Lee Chennault</a>. A retired Texan airman, he was in China in 1937 doing a three-month air surveying contract then was propelled into the rank of colonel, aviation instructor and procurer for Chiang Kai-Shek's air force. His is a swashbuckling war story. Working basically as a paid mercenary for the Chinese, he formed a volunteer air corp known as </span><span style="font-family: arial;">The Flying Tigers which</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> recruited in the US and fought very effectively in China. They were later incorporated into the regular American air force which he re-entered as a Major. He emerged as a war hero, finished an honorary Lieutenant General and is buried in Arlington. In all the accounts, however, he comes over not as military brass but instead as "one of the boys." He is even meant to have opened a brothel in Guilin for his men with the <a href="https://www.geni.com/people/Claire-Lee-Chennault/6000000015604255147">justification</a></span><span face="Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">"his men needed sex and it was better to have his "boys" visit a brothel that was regularly inspected to reduce venereal diseases</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;">."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFp6nOGQWOx6-EA1LpCOJ2PuwG51ME-zVPOjbVmnEvT5K0MAKURgeqFk1aH4kGTOItHZgPlgxKGb7uRX4qWVaWD_tXjF6xPdZb2i-QixhRhBKXOQJs32xiuogQuPwFysMDR-WJ5_fqfc/s2048/1620260438037.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFp6nOGQWOx6-EA1LpCOJ2PuwG51ME-zVPOjbVmnEvT5K0MAKURgeqFk1aH4kGTOItHZgPlgxKGb7uRX4qWVaWD_tXjF6xPdZb2i-QixhRhBKXOQJs32xiuogQuPwFysMDR-WJ5_fqfc/w400-h300/1620260438037.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As we were lighting up the pictures with our phones and studying them a man stepped around the corner and ushered us inside. We walked through a restaurant and into the 'museum' which was closed. He turned the lights on and showed us around. This was not really a guided tour, it worked more on the level of, here are some things, take a look.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ562RXN60jwGa8k1165o5mhyT9-RmfgLKcsm0SqC9GggCyzot2usyEWKmTZVPWkwNrlVDR0dtPMV2YYW7KZRml2EEfbWAlS8a_lyH2_11SjKH1DeHd5XJ5oqj2Wc9nebzIDrj1Ik8Is/s2048/1620260498859.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZ562RXN60jwGa8k1165o5mhyT9-RmfgLKcsm0SqC9GggCyzot2usyEWKmTZVPWkwNrlVDR0dtPMV2YYW7KZRml2EEfbWAlS8a_lyH2_11SjKH1DeHd5XJ5oqj2Wc9nebzIDrj1Ik8Is/w300-h400/1620260498859.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">One interesting thing that the pictures made much of was Claire's second wife <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Chennault" target="_blank">Anna Chennault</a> and the couple's two Chinese American children. There is an interesting history here: after the war the family returned to Chennault's home in Louisiana, where there was still a law forbidding marriages between whites and non-whites, and to a town where there were no non-whites. His status as a war hero apparently silenced any objections to his Chinese wife and mixed-race family. Little of the detail of these stories was conveyed in the exhibition itself, what came over more was a sense of gratitude for help in time of war and pride in connection to the outside world. The other feeling I got was that the exhibition did not need to happen and nobody in authority was going to make it happen. This was one person's passion project. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWM5xzuBc8-jNJNyVmhpfqkeT_OTRhE_R2oiv5Y_gzkvaSQ5FZ7XeNUnPMRe9wUwUa-QU4Q0EPuupxTzjL2yAZDoMhJSQ3VWyWy9T25l28q1afncjCGDxIsNeaBqpC0cM75jbx3heIzo/s2048/1620260543936.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWM5xzuBc8-jNJNyVmhpfqkeT_OTRhE_R2oiv5Y_gzkvaSQ5FZ7XeNUnPMRe9wUwUa-QU4Q0EPuupxTzjL2yAZDoMhJSQ3VWyWy9T25l28q1afncjCGDxIsNeaBqpC0cM75jbx3heIzo/w400-h300/1620260543936.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This history is one that is not celebrated today, indeed it is more or less written out of the official script as</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> history is viewed as a resource to draw lessons from, and there are no useful lessons to be gained here.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> This suppression of the history was very clear in the official tours of the town. We were told about the bombing of the town by the Japanese but it was never mentioned why it might have been bombed: it had an American airstrip. Later I even asked our guide, "where was the American airbase?" She said it was very far, a town four or five hours drive away. When I showed her these pictures from the museum she corrected herself and said it was just outside Changting. This conspicuous silence is due to the deteriorating political relationship with the US and it is manifested at the micro level up and down the country. This Flying Tigers collection was, therefore, surprising to find as it was clearly out of step with current policy. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">That might explain why the place felt it necessary to include some red references so nobody was in any doubt about their patriotism.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrujZJhmOC3zHFQOvxgujY6nMIjBYqeCmM-NpkBLDbxJzgLMtNeyZGXuA2UFXbNgb3lPmmCAWd7aDeKSfzL3rLYQrhYpdZ98mDuLKygr_5WZl1iZe5jca4fsCoCi5HCTRg78AYKI4bCeQ/s1910/1620261233603.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1910" data-original-width="1273" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrujZJhmOC3zHFQOvxgujY6nMIjBYqeCmM-NpkBLDbxJzgLMtNeyZGXuA2UFXbNgb3lPmmCAWd7aDeKSfzL3rLYQrhYpdZ98mDuLKygr_5WZl1iZe5jca4fsCoCi5HCTRg78AYKI4bCeQ/w266-h400/1620261233603.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We had not forgotten our original purpose of finding an Irish Bar and by now it was woefully clear that was out of the question. Since the guy from the restaurant had been kind enough to show us around the collection, we ordered beers and settled into our Tsingtao. The place was dry, it had a warm wooden feel to it and they brought out a plate of complimentary peanuts. I was definitely warming to it then down the stairs came a Chinese colleague of ours, also on the trip. His group had found this place too and they were upstairs eating and drinking. He giggled and brought down a brown 1.5 liter bottle. He invited us to try "Red Army Coca-Cola." It was sweet, dark rice wine. It was quite easy to drink but between the bottle looking like an oversized hand-grenade and its earthy taste, I was sure it was perfect hangover juice. So, while we didn't find Michael's Blarney Stone, we did enjoy a stroke of luck and got both a nice place to drink and an unexpected tour of the Flying Tigers Museum of Changting.</div></span><p></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-83455757092135747442021-05-03T15:28:00.010+01:002021-05-13T09:30:59.218+01:00Red Tourism: how I got surrounded by the Red Army in Changting, China<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blxXirRm7zY4_pmjmRbyuKCCE8U12yUrUd0Bn5SnnLf6blZ794dwjEdGNiUX5BcvKyO5xkDAPib3KUOG7zd7JsFDdNWBlXBnZ0hUha1mupHkethD7OYXpH6ELN6CS4ApN0mYEjXE_Ss/s1440/WechatIMG1055.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="559" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2blxXirRm7zY4_pmjmRbyuKCCE8U12yUrUd0Bn5SnnLf6blZ794dwjEdGNiUX5BcvKyO5xkDAPib3KUOG7zd7JsFDdNWBlXBnZ0hUha1mupHkethD7OYXpH6ELN6CS4ApN0mYEjXE_Ss/w419-h559/WechatIMG1055.jpeg" width="419" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This place, officially known as the Former Site of the Soviet Government of Fujian Province,Red Tourist is a classic 'Red Tourist' attraction. That term really deserves a bit of explanation as, on the face of it, it sounds about as awkward as Marxist-Leninist Ice Cream. Basically, Chinese domestic tourism has taken off in a big way over the last 10 years and people now travel much more within the country than they ever did before. At the same time, the communist party has discovered that it can insert itself into this trend by creating sites that celebrate its history and amplify its ideology. This is such a site.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpuZIfqak34VlymFt_RPwiHpWoYgX1BL2fep5J_jOhLubrahfF8VcJ25liJb669x9hqxO8i3oM67tVdSqZtsQa_ZPeU4UC-CfiXM3quNVDC-ait9ilAMsAS26AzyAy19wu7gWKaMtWL0/s1440/WechatIMG1054.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpuZIfqak34VlymFt_RPwiHpWoYgX1BL2fep5J_jOhLubrahfF8VcJ25liJb669x9hqxO8i3oM67tVdSqZtsQa_ZPeU4UC-CfiXM3quNVDC-ait9ilAMsAS26AzyAy19wu7gWKaMtWL0/w417-h313/WechatIMG1054.jpeg" width="417" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The town is clearly not used to foreign visitors and nor was the guide. He seemed friendly enough and we had a translator, but many of his points and stories just seemed to go nowhere as we had no context for them. What did slowly become clear was that we were visiting a historic site that at one time was a communist party centre.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ871RWATLVkRxrH4KMUKuzdOPKODiSmH7Cf0rkSSFHLZ8np0lQ-hUVjoLJ1ahloZ9EIN694nnGrr3PZVYWU4P6EBBEhI0R45Hc_XhipywgvsMNnLWtW7EwkNOhj_wSiTQOro_i3AMEwI/s1440/WechatIMG1059.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ871RWATLVkRxrH4KMUKuzdOPKODiSmH7Cf0rkSSFHLZ8np0lQ-hUVjoLJ1ahloZ9EIN694nnGrr3PZVYWU4P6EBBEhI0R45Hc_XhipywgvsMNnLWtW7EwkNOhj_wSiTQOro_i3AMEwI/w421-h316/WechatIMG1059.jpeg" width="421" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were told that Zhou Enlai, Mao's long-term sideman, described Changting as Little Red Shanghai back in the early 30s when it was under communist control. The meaning here is that you could get anything in Changting that you could get in Shanghai and even more, so plentiful and rich was the town. I'm quite willing to believe it was a prosperous countryside town in the early thirties when it was incorporated into the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Soviet_Republic">Chinese Soviet Republic</a>. How long that remained the case is a question and that it had everything Shanghai had and more, stretches credulity. This lead to two observations. The first is that this notion of it being better than Shanghai should be taken more on the level of propaganda, though that didn't stop one Chinese man on the coach repeating it like it was fact. The second is that the term soviet was used several times and when I asked whether and how much the Soviet Union were involved, the translator and guides did not answer the question. They pretended the question was something else or just flat ignored it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='424' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyaAUvFxLuhMT57ltbb5OEwdhV70dv3UHY3rP9zCglUALaNbJQYXu_4oc6SvXgY0HyvdaBvNYgtPdaBmlTk7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Here, the guided recited the poetry of Mao in a deep and meaningful voice. This was a performance he obviously gave quite regularly and he looked a little bit pleased with it afterwards. The rehabilitation of Mao, who was at one point officially declared <a href="https://www.ips-journal.eu/in-focus/the-politics-of-memory/70-per-cent-good-30-per-cent-bad-2216/">70% good 30% bad</a>, seems more or less complete.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CQ7CMNwmIYriQ9fpysfOhO39uxckt10PgxTv4e5HKsvaeKv-l1jraFgXT21P-DKH4KhWzk9A3-xAYw99DFHJ_unpQDjx3kQeicDsV9dqQ4Hi5CEHwrwqNj-Rn7KmAoAHyIeXz2ey4KU/s1440/WechatIMG1050.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CQ7CMNwmIYriQ9fpysfOhO39uxckt10PgxTv4e5HKsvaeKv-l1jraFgXT21P-DKH4KhWzk9A3-xAYw99DFHJ_unpQDjx3kQeicDsV9dqQ4Hi5CEHwrwqNj-Rn7KmAoAHyIeXz2ey4KU/w353-h458/WechatIMG1050.jpeg" width="353" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were told about the many battle victories of the Red Army who were stationed and recruited in Changting in the early 30s but we were not told about their heavy defeat which precipitated the Long March. This form of history telling that only focusses on edifying episodes from the past can lead to the listeners coming to completely false impressions. I myself had to go and look up the history after this tour as it left far more questions than answers. Like with the other Changting tour I took, I have the feeling that the guides are not used to people asking questions or approaching their tour in a critical manner, so the many gaps in their narrative have never had to have been smoothed over.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mdrb2L3x__wW6QTU5Ay8ebBrY-I15xxZgI456-c8bHXbJCpoDOpbAbg8j3oZq3RnqsIdr1cocFnfHnLnFrFMs7wYYKH_oAsOals2bNXGjXWz1RBBScfmPKeSno3gWxEOMriqH1Ew_Xg/s1269/WechatIMG1049.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1269" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mdrb2L3x__wW6QTU5Ay8ebBrY-I15xxZgI456-c8bHXbJCpoDOpbAbg8j3oZq3RnqsIdr1cocFnfHnLnFrFMs7wYYKH_oAsOals2bNXGjXWz1RBBScfmPKeSno3gWxEOMriqH1Ew_Xg/w371-h315/WechatIMG1049.jpeg" width="371" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Outside it was the turn of the school groups: teenagers dressed up in red army uniform and sneakers. There were a number of such groups and they seemed to be the staple duty visitor on the morning I went. Each group had both their school teacher and a military person in charge of them. These trips are a form of day out for the local schools and they are justified as historical and ideological education. When the group spotted me they seemed to forget ideology for a moment and they swarmed over and wanted their photo taken with the tall westerner, somewhat to the annoyance of their military handler. One or two said, "Welcome to China" something I have not heard in a long time. This was when it truly struck me I was in the countryside where you get to play at being a minor celebrity just by being foreign. The kids were spontaneous and pretty friendly and I must admit finding myself to be the star attraction in a red tourist site made this visit an awful lot more fun. </span></div></div></div><br />Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com041 Zhaozheng Rd, Changting Xian, Longyan Shi, Fujian Sheng, China, 36630025.833975 116.35501825.833009339706834 116.35394511639404 25.834940660293164 116.35609088360596tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-16173740556963013702021-05-02T15:40:00.006+01:002023-11-05T01:14:55.275+00:00The Foreign Expert's Tour of a Chinese Environmental Project<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ0Q_WhfhGHIT2AbeG2nE2f8sHs1KLIGjmrtt9hc8pIo2_n5-YNvcMv2QRszKxh3gsFMMb3I7QdZhYCbOZImtFY49prRrQzfxdYLsuoY1WgxZ-FnAeSQYLY4szPcLurWqg0lb8Iz5gA0/s1440/WechatIMG1062.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ0Q_WhfhGHIT2AbeG2nE2f8sHs1KLIGjmrtt9hc8pIo2_n5-YNvcMv2QRszKxh3gsFMMb3I7QdZhYCbOZImtFY49prRrQzfxdYLsuoY1WgxZ-FnAeSQYLY4szPcLurWqg0lb8Iz5gA0/w400-h300/WechatIMG1062.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">This tour was one organized for a small coach-load of foreign experts, of which I was one, and their Chinese handlers. We drove about half and hour out of Changting, not a big place in its own right, till we arrived more or less in the sticks. It was raining pretty hard as the guide lead us up a slope to our first stop: a tree that Xi Jinping had personally planted. This seemed to be the centerpiece of the park and between that and the driving rain, it got the tour off on a distinctly anti-climatic note. I had that same sinking feeling you get going to B-list tourist attractions the world over: this is a place of minor interest trying to pump itself up. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx1lZsSiN7-_q0kHrR6l9Coujw18M6ie9qx6Q7auoQ6lzN5V6dILXmFFb9RFhCuXpGB2xxEGDgSCJ9Ax55ieCRd6j2E0LE4ZTJartsbSoIkqjZ0Ep3jewYmKlpjyEZdzMuRmt1AjMcBI/s1439/WechatIMG1064.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1439" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx1lZsSiN7-_q0kHrR6l9Coujw18M6ie9qx6Q7auoQ6lzN5V6dILXmFFb9RFhCuXpGB2xxEGDgSCJ9Ax55ieCRd6j2E0LE4ZTJartsbSoIkqjZ0Ep3jewYmKlpjyEZdzMuRmt1AjMcBI/w400-h300/WechatIMG1064.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Drying ourselves off inside the visitor centre, we were treated to a mind-numbing video that featured lots of aerial photography. If you have sat through videos like <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CT3ZdsSxgbM&t=255s" target="_blank">Amazing China</a> you'll be more than familiar with this shock and awe aesthetic.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8V7xVOgCF6Rau8tQXAnAF5Y5XHCMz34xV89u3G9ERqWT1GM_Zr_QCW0d8x5EiU7XycigKcH44N4mJ1Jaqa57R6neLT7uVjZG2EFacawp28qw6uX0SClD7j-cQTSYAa_EblGdlS5GhLYQ/s1440/WechatIMG1066.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8V7xVOgCF6Rau8tQXAnAF5Y5XHCMz34xV89u3G9ERqWT1GM_Zr_QCW0d8x5EiU7XycigKcH44N4mJ1Jaqa57R6neLT7uVjZG2EFacawp28qw6uX0SClD7j-cQTSYAa_EblGdlS5GhLYQ/w400-h300/WechatIMG1066.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We came to an exhibit that showed President Xi planting the tree we had visited earlier. Not only was there the picture to prove it, there were also the holy relics used in the act: the plastic bucket, the </span><span style="font-family: arial;">spade and the </span><span style="font-family: arial;">sun hat that </span><span style="font-family: arial;">the then governor of Fujian Province used to plant the tree</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. As he was not the president at that time but just the governor of a minor province, I started to wonder why the park had kept the ephemera of his visit, as the personality cult only seemed to have started later.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ07AwIcvUUFTf0SqBO21iPglQTR6GOEmxGa8EW5yTq4SlAhg0WPJTbQVivlPipTycTRdXTxzcv7K_LGWnV_Ymm2LPRIaPQe_KXQV3F0BRcAdr1ZcSNTdkWc1tHOHaw9Wi9DSdYpJ6lxg/s1379/WechatIMG1061.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1379" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ07AwIcvUUFTf0SqBO21iPglQTR6GOEmxGa8EW5yTq4SlAhg0WPJTbQVivlPipTycTRdXTxzcv7K_LGWnV_Ymm2LPRIaPQe_KXQV3F0BRcAdr1ZcSNTdkWc1tHOHaw9Wi9DSdYpJ6lxg/w400-h314/WechatIMG1061.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The visitor centre felt like its purpose was not so much to educate people about environmental protection but rather to convince them that the government was, and always has, been doing a good job. Something, however, didn't add up. In general they pursued the same general line as this article in </span><a href="https://www.globaltimes.cn/content/1167071.shtml" style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" target="_blank">The Global Times</a>, <span style="font-family: arial;">"In the 1940s, the area of soil erosion in Changting county, East China's Fujian Province, was nearly 1.5 million mu (1,000 square kilometers), covering one third of the county's land area. However, after 70 years of efforts, the county has undergone a complete change, and little trace of the past can be seen." Yet when I asked the guide why there was so much erosion in the first place the guide said it was because the people were so poor they had to cut down all the trees for power. This doesn't exactly sit well beside the description of Changting as an extremely prosperous town during the early 1930, a so-called 'little red Shanghai.' It must have fallen from that position after that time and indeed in this photo they show the barren hills of 1988 and 1989. The most obvious conclusion is that the real conservation work only began in the 90s.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz5DZVG_p-UU6NPmMR-UORDXNLkmFDFtpirg5m6HhgTdU7JhADbuGn1_poOekCOM23SLmc77q9l72cJXxngcA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The videos that are shown around the centre are generally all like this: they attempt to beat you into submission. They all feature this sort of stirring heroic voice which, I heard, is popular with old people. The thing that struck me about the videos is they all used demo versions of the software; you can clearly see DEMO written in the corner of all of the videos. This, how should I say it, broke the spell of the park's magnificence. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHc55TGYtefvAaIc_Lr1_Dv6zPsWjHDTfbbv_CSxzqpOLnlWcBevLQz2NrpkXAo9S60lR7RV9hXu5dFpwzMPx_k7QEbbpJRx2vdYtNVF5hFzPply-tLoEYNf4EQGzwoZKriyjsmpv7m4/s1439/WechatIMG1067.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1439" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHc55TGYtefvAaIc_Lr1_Dv6zPsWjHDTfbbv_CSxzqpOLnlWcBevLQz2NrpkXAo9S60lR7RV9hXu5dFpwzMPx_k7QEbbpJRx2vdYtNVF5hFzPply-tLoEYNf4EQGzwoZKriyjsmpv7m4/w400-h300/WechatIMG1067.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By the time the tour came to its inevitable conclusion, a group photo holding a red banner supplied by the work unit, I had had more than enough of the place. I felt like they were taking me for a fool and just spoon feeding me propaganda that I was expected to regurgitate whole. There was indeed a team of China Daily reporters who just happened to be waiting for us on site, interviewing us and expecting us to do just that. I gave vague replies that would neither land me in trouble nor be of any use for their article. With distance I now am left with a different impression still. As something of an environmentalist myself I am pleased to see this work taking place. It should not be taken for granted. What's more, I get the impression that China is starting to make greater efforts at environmental protection than before and that this park is not an isolated phenomenon. Given the one-party-system that is in place, particularly as it currently is, it is not at all surprising that the park seems to be more about politics than it is about nature. So while that side of the visitor centre can produce an unintended effect, at least with foreign visitors not accustomed to such sycophancy, we should not allow that to obscure the fact that something meaningful is still taking place. That, finally, is what will matter more in the long run.</span></div>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-77719330531715059242021-04-18T09:43:00.007+01:002021-04-19T10:18:09.150+01:00The Quick-Fix Photo Tour of Shapowei<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZ8QfsgghrAKqbnnM4zm5U9sFOL7KE44PmQI3dS6iw9YnM3oDzI-R2YDJfa0wgbGT9Q-d3BEjwLZ1-Ype-XSyZFp7k6snLJk51BoFIPuhfNNhUNvmUNolTiAg-LIsfQ16CQvCGoU8Hu0/s1440/WechatIMG1025.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZ8QfsgghrAKqbnnM4zm5U9sFOL7KE44PmQI3dS6iw9YnM3oDzI-R2YDJfa0wgbGT9Q-d3BEjwLZ1-Ype-XSyZFp7k6snLJk51BoFIPuhfNNhUNvmUNolTiAg-LIsfQ16CQvCGoU8Hu0/w480-h640/WechatIMG1025.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I have a passion for quick-fixes and have been taking photos of them for the last five years. It seemed like it was about time to share a bit of the fun with other people and how better to do that than in the form of a tour! This is, therefore, a new tour and a slightly different format to my previous ones: it is a photo workshop as much as it was a guided tour. Still, I must admit: I am back on the street and giving a tour once more. It feels good to be back!</span></div></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93mTpBa9HVQj9ahPzO50YPnq6warJYK89p5Ami8s9aiVUwLcDPAdWbFKrmh0k5VveuOnQSu9jYvwtROWqJFqtUv99nNYzEOomg1IW76cAN_vTXpz-_8DGk-ZoxEJg5yndtycX6UTKO64/s1440/WechatIMG1028.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93mTpBa9HVQj9ahPzO50YPnq6warJYK89p5Ami8s9aiVUwLcDPAdWbFKrmh0k5VveuOnQSu9jYvwtROWqJFqtUv99nNYzEOomg1IW76cAN_vTXpz-_8DGk-ZoxEJg5yndtycX6UTKO64/w480-h640/WechatIMG1028.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The tour is the opposite of most Xiamen tours in the sense that, instead of stopping at one scenic site after another and working our way through the checklist, we seem to stop at things like this: a plastic bag tied around wires on the forgotten side of a building. There is, however, just as much to say about this sort of place as there is about the statue of some leader or an exquisite beach, this assemblage of plastic is raw creativity.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyYYvyAxToeFSmKWEspzyssxUUej99tFbex9x6BIqhHlC_cxSXH-_ccqWhjUyx-SEAPTvyCjBrEQF9blEJStzGRFk462GqSppTQfYCxjyCuk1j-4aSUlm_kUw6MBossVCshBF4fyYh5E/s1440/WechatIMG1031.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyYYvyAxToeFSmKWEspzyssxUUej99tFbex9x6BIqhHlC_cxSXH-_ccqWhjUyx-SEAPTvyCjBrEQF9blEJStzGRFk462GqSppTQfYCxjyCuk1j-4aSUlm_kUw6MBossVCshBF4fyYh5E/w480-h640/WechatIMG1031.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The sort of tours I like are open to unexpected things happening and this one was no exception. As I was waiting to begin the tour I got talking to an Italian student who is studying at the university. I ended up convincing him to come along on the tour and he made a useful contribution to the discussion. What's more, when I set the participants the challenge finding and taking a picture of a quick-fix themselves, he took me to his single-room apartment as it is a nest of quick-fixes. It is also in a fashionable part of the city and costs just 800 rmb a month, that's about £80, so it's no wonder it is like this.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQshVfkJPmTCAvR8ZS8pDNYQEy8gKD1tl4944FJ5b1B_KHDSzhskaQhA8Kn8vGPznXiBt59c5Y_w57nPQeAnEMtJqLZeSR_DerN2M6YkPFsWYprifIBMLY8ICcIPpLMSdV6dRx5rchs-M/s1440/WechatIMG1029.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQshVfkJPmTCAvR8ZS8pDNYQEy8gKD1tl4944FJ5b1B_KHDSzhskaQhA8Kn8vGPznXiBt59c5Y_w57nPQeAnEMtJqLZeSR_DerN2M6YkPFsWYprifIBMLY8ICcIPpLMSdV6dRx5rchs-M/w480-h640/WechatIMG1029.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is the sort of picture the participants came up with themselves. What I like about these pictures, when they are at their best, is that they reveal a story. You can see how someone went about filling in the space and how they worked it out as they went along. What's more, you start to see recurring problems when you record a number of these quick-fixes. With these recurring problems you see common solutions but so too do you notice innovative ones, some of which are exemplary while others could be classed as bodges. Recording the whole range is worthwhile. </span><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-5chu-FABSWUHK1_pEMv7xJFnAy_9JR_1uVFJBF8ZPSJJUcMj7JXnCh7WL0bJPpTF9LV09GPI-VUh8JZGc0huABUuLnWXZVT6BB0-Ylyncp1uysxPx77F-DNjZv7w2DsDfQ5wA9KgYE/s1361/WechatIMG1026+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="1020" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-5chu-FABSWUHK1_pEMv7xJFnAy_9JR_1uVFJBF8ZPSJJUcMj7JXnCh7WL0bJPpTF9LV09GPI-VUh8JZGc0huABUuLnWXZVT6BB0-Ylyncp1uysxPx77F-DNjZv7w2DsDfQ5wA9KgYE/w480-h640/WechatIMG1026+2.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We finished the tour in a community space where we looked at the photos and I gave some advice on how to improve them, both when taking them and through editing. This was, finally a photography workshop in the shape of a tour. It felt good to invite the participants to be active in the tour by first taking pictures then later spotting their own quick-fixes. What I learnt from giving the tour is that taking a good image is not only a technical task it is also deeply connected to thinking visually. It is necessary to have a clear idea of what you are looking at and where the focus of it is, in order to capture the phenomenon with clarity. This has lead me to realize that this tour could be useful to anyone who has to use images when presenting research as it helps to bring the idea of the image and the reality of it, into greater congruence. Learning in action.</span></div>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0China, Fujian Sheng, Xiamen Shi, Siming Qu, 民族路24.43795 118.08800824.437461616969934 118.08747155819702 24.438438383030068 118.08854444180298tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-70972316735853027542021-04-04T07:38:00.003+01:002021-04-04T07:38:33.038+01:00Quick-Fix Tour of Shapowei: A New Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqoID9WBZPJ2KgcIUOpYNQM3ZbrKi6sUD9GsHia1jfLCCkR96dasrTK8a1594lPxi4Eldul1MMePQ1jLRzaHoaZ4sHS-MLhtX6FQH8QTKRl0yTccyUAh8-PoULR57BgL8p5eb70JxxWA/s1387/qft.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="1040" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqoID9WBZPJ2KgcIUOpYNQM3ZbrKi6sUD9GsHia1jfLCCkR96dasrTK8a1594lPxi4Eldul1MMePQ1jLRzaHoaZ4sHS-MLhtX6FQH8QTKRl0yTccyUAh8-PoULR57BgL8p5eb70JxxWA/s320/qft.jpeg" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;">After a bit of a pause, I am back into making tours. Tomorrow I will give a tour of the Shapowei neighborhood looking at the phenomenon of quick-fixes or improvised repairs. The tour will not only investigate them and look at the stories they can tell, it will also be about how to take pictures of them. I'll share some of my five year's experience of photographing them and help the people on the tour to make their own quick-fix photos. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">As this is a new tour and it will be experimenting with the form it will be done on a free/pay what you like basis. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Start point: front gate of Shapowei Art Zone, Xiamen. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Time: 14.00-17.00</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Date: 5th April.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Reserve via WeChat: billaitchison</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">For a taste of what quick-fixes look like you can take a look at the <a href="https://chinaquickfix.tumblr.com" target="_blank">China Quick-Fix</a> photo-blog. </span></p>Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-87598321292630231542019-06-18T08:23:00.000+01:002019-06-18T15:55:50.784+01:00Shanghai Tour To Return Next Month<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Back in 2016 I made a Tour of All Tours in Xintiandi, Shanghai. It was a pretty good show, I believe, and I made it for a festival with the intention that a broad public could get to see it. After 11 of the scheduled 13 shows I was informed the authorities were stopping it because it, "was not positive enough about Shanghai." It was objective, it did not try to sell the city but neither did it lay into the place and rubbish the city. I guess it just feel foul of an over zealous censor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some tours are pure industry products: profitable, predictable and more or less pointless. They only become interesting when they start to go wrong and off script. Other tours, however, are a world away from the tourist industry and their existence is far from inevitable. This quasi celebrity stalker tour was clearly one of the latter. Given its slightly deviant nature, which I have chosen to focus upon, I have anonymised both the guide and the celebrity who he focuses upon in the tour. We'll call our guide Steven and the subject of the tour Morrissey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Steven gives guided tours and told me he is working on a new one: Morrissey in Birmingham. As Brum is not the cantankerous</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Mancunian's typical stomping ground I was wondering whether he could pull this one off, given the tenuous connection. I needn't have worried, if you are used to being creative about giving tours you could give a tour of the neighborhood's public toilet and it would still be better than the tedious local history tour of the church. We began informally: at his front door. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We made a number of stops along his road; a building with an interesting window; a wall upon which small objects are habitually left; a junction with an unusually far view. We arrived at the first Morrissey stop. This house, or one of the neighboring houses, is where a former partner of Morrissey once stayed for several months. That was before they were together so it is most unlikely that Morrissey himself ever visited this road but the vaguest scent of Morrissey is attached to the building all the same. I think that the slightness of this connection made the tour all the quirkier for it was really trying hard to find someone where they were not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These abandoned suitcases seemed like a gift to the tour: objects just itching to be dragged into the web of stories and observations about the neighborhood. It turned out Steven only had four Morrissey themed stops on the tour so these other signs were taken up eagerly. They were not deliberately spun into Smiths stories however, they were allowed to just be whatever they were. To have done so would have tuned this into a display of storytelling and ingenuity rather than to have retained the stalker feel that it was slowly accumulating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was an interesting stop because he confessed to having met Morrissey's niece here. She has become an acquaintance of his and through her he got to finally meet the man himself, albeit fleetingly as he departed from her birthday party. This sort of connection is purely about Morrissey the private individual and not about his music. It is here that I started to see the transgressive potential of this tour. This is not a tour about the music <a href="http://www.newmanchesterwalks.com/walks-tours/music/the-smiths%E2%80%99-manchester-hand-in-glove/">such as those that run regularly in Manchester</a>, this is one that invites you into the invasive and obsessive point of view of the stalker. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What made the tour bearable was his self-consciousness that this really was not upright material fit for a regular tour and the fact that he was playing at it much more than actually living the life of the celebrity stalker. Tours that genuinely slipped over the edge and became an invitation into a criminal or certifiable person's mental geography would be a difficult sell. The film <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_Bites_Dog_(film)">Man Bites Dog</a>, however, does precisely this through following a charismatic and funny serial killer and Gogol's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Souls">Dead Souls</a> does something similar, both the two of these twisting the knife in half way through, becoming darker and testing the viewer/reader. Thinking this through further then, this would be an original way to go about a Jack the Ripper Tour. Yes it would inevitably be slammed as sensationalist and unethical unless you found a very clever way to both do it and to not do it at the same time. This tour did not try to do anything of the sort and was instead wrapped up in a set of observations, local insights and invitations to observe closely. As a tour that was by far the safer choice, for a performance, this does incline me to stray into the more transgressive space, albeit with a very solid alibi.</span></div>
Bill Aitchisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03835654665441118215noreply@blogger.com6Unnamed Road, Birmingham B13, UK52.451566946734879 -1.902152379505196252.432218946734878 -1.9424928795051963 52.470914946734879 -1.8618118795051961tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530591150427138780.post-43975283003546517462019-01-12T08:20:00.004+00:002019-01-12T12:46:59.026+00:00The Spontaneous Combustion Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is some video of the tour along with some of the other Last Minute Live Art events from 2018 in this short round up. This Spontaneous Combustion Tour was a good start at making open-ended artist tour. It was very quickly put together and it strikes me that in order to make spontaneous combustion happen more effectively it can help to prepare the situation more in its favor. There will be more of these events in 2019 so lets see how far it can go in the direction of spontaneous participatory street performance!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today's tour had all the potential to be something rather special. It was a walking tour of the older part of the city centre with artist interventions. A collaboration between an art festival and a walking tour company. We gathered waiting for it to begin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The tour was given in Chinese with no translation so I was a bit on the outside of it all. I got bits and pieces of it and actually that was enough to realise the sort of tour it was: an anecdotal historical building tour of the neighborhood. Even though there was enough space to gather everyone on the pavement, we still spilled out into the road, the guide included.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The ostensive theme of the tour was the last forty years of history - that is to say the period of opening up and reform of the Chinese economy - and how that is manifested in the local area. Normally forty years would not be enough to make something historical in the typical frame of the guided tour but given the pace of change in China and Shanghai in particular this could have been interesting, even if it is working to a government agenda. The reality was more loose and we stopped beside older buildings and talked about their histories quickly letting go of the economic reform theme. This turned into a tour of old buildings with stories connected to them, the standard fare of local history tours. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The public taking this tour was a mix of artists and a general public who were looking for a local history tour. It seemed as if the art interventions were not so welcome, finally. One of the group, July Yang, made a commentary performance while we were walking between stops and I later joined in, repeating the Chinese commentary imperfectly. When we arrived at the next stop we were asked to be quiet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The guides used a microphone and portable speaker even though the road was not so loud and the group not so large. I felt this was more about establishing authority, though one of the ladies (there was a rotating cast of guides) probably did have a quiet voice. The stories were not particularly interesting and didn't connect to build into anything more than a series of curiosities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There were some things I noticed along the way such as this sign recruiting female staff of between 160-170 cm and 20-35 years of age. This seemed much more interesting to me than these disconnected stories, which, to make matters worse, did not even deal with the appearance and material qualities of the buildings very much. If a tour can make you see something afresh and then understand something from it then it has done something useful. This tour did nothing to alter our perception, the guide simply stood in front of the building and told a story about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We entered a building and I was fascinated by this little room, which looks as if it is rouge construction added at a later date. This got me looking for quick-fixes, of which there were plenty, and then exploring the environment of the tour using different themes again. Rather than suffering the mediocre, it seemed much more fun to make something else out of the day. I didn't share this with the wider crowd, just one or two of the artists, as I could see that to do so would disrupt the plan in a way the local history guides were completely unprepared for. A tour with two guides could be good, but the two should agree some basic house rules in advance so that the tension can be a respectful and healthy one rather than an acrimonious one. This was not the occasion, but I should try to find the time to do just this. What would make it all the better would be to propose a route and let different people make their tours of it, then jam them together. That would be fun!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The working area will be around the bustling streets of Sham Shui Po and if you are prepared to put in extra hours researching your tour there's no reason why you shouldn't have your very own tour of Sham Shui Po ready by the end of the workshop. If you are already busy you can certainly expect to learn some new skills and innovative ways to make and give tours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I learnt about </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">City Centre </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">through the <a href="http://www.walkingartistsnetwork.org/">Walking Artists Network</a> and the idea was people in different places around the world would all follow the same instructions for a walk on May 12th. In this way we'd walk together while also being apart. The walk is one of the many collected in the book <a href="https://www.triarchypress.net/waystowander.html">Ways To Wander</a> and Blake Morris, who made the call out, has made it his job to <a href="https://awanderisnotaslog.wordpress.com/">try out the whole book</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Choosing a meeting place was not too hard as there is a general consensus, even among Nanjingers, that the centre of the city is Xinjiekou. At the very centre of this area (in the background) is a roundabout, the intersection of the city's main, north-south and east-west roads. At our meeting point, a silly elephant sculpture. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Our first task was deciding which direction would lead us out of the city centre. This was a weighty decision as it would determine much of what would follow and since many of us knew the city well it was also an unwelcome one. I didn't want to already have too clear a picture in my head of where I'd go and what I'd see so it was left to a game of spin the bottle. Our clothing remained in place as the bottle pointed to the west.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Below the central axis was a large model of a luxury real estate development out in the far suburbs. The city is busy eating up the surrounding countryside and as this is a powerful economic force right now it was perhaps fitting to see how, at the very heart of the city, it was the suburbs that we found. We knew we were never get this far out in our walk, but it was good we found them all the same. To understand the city it is necessary to understand what is happening out on its edges right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Following the walking instructions of <a href="https://www.triarchypress.net/tom-hall.html">Tom Hall</a>, we edged our way outwards. It is, in many respects, so familiar a score that I already had a good idea of what we'd find. The expectation and the reality are rarely identical, however, and formalising the process of walking out from the centre might just, I figured, change the nature of the experience. What's more, I also wanted to see how it would be to conduct this walk with a group of people, who would come, what we'd talk about and how this group's experiences would compare to other walkers elsewhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On a generously warm Monday morning in April, four of us assembled outside of Xuanwumen metro station and made our way from point to point. The locations we stopped at were generally buildings of historical importance. Surrounding these sites, however, was the usual clutter of Chinese city streets: advertising, infrastructure from a bygone age and the ubiquitous shared bikes. These </span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">historical</span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"> buildings are not necessarily well preserved, indeed some are run down and slowly crumbling. We passed an old man peeing against the side of the the former foreign ministry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And this was probably a wise choice since the vast majority of English speaking visitors simply require a Nanjing 101 introduction. Still, knowing what I do, I would have enjoyed a particular take upon the material rather than the presentation of the most consensual aspects of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When we stepped away from the important sites and looked at this wall, which sports pictures of the neighborhood's architecture, the tour took a different direction. This was the one moment we talked about how contemporary politics had a role to play in shaping an indifference bordering on neglect of the area's history. We were touring the former institutions of state of the KMT, the rivals to the communists, and this was a history that was not politically expedient. Indeed Nanjing remains the, in name only, capital of the Republic of China (Taiwan) and so this tour would never be given in this sort of form in Chinese. As small-scale tourism for foreigners it could be tolerated but if it were given in Chinese there would be too much political investment in its contents to allow it much freedom to deviate from the party line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the local tourism centre, basically a lonely room with a scale model of the neighborhood, it was possible to gaze over the district once again. The model looked so much more elegant than the actual streets, as often happens. Looking over this model of the Gulou district gives me the idea of a tour that utilises the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Droste_effect">Droste effect</a>. I can imagine a tour that represents itself within the tour, and that representation in turn contains its own image of itself. Such a tour has a wicked potential for self-conscious commentary. Having met a VR specialist last week and heard about some of the current possibilities, this is not as fanciful a notion as it may seem. That would indeed be a tour of tours - a tour in which all of the tours would have to appear superficially identical while the commentary framing them would be free to roam wild.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When asked to cross the road, either over the right hand crossing or the left hand one, my curiosity got the better of me and, as well as crossing over the right, I went back through the text to see what would have happened if I had followed the other side. I wanted to know what the consequences of my choices were. As expected, the two paths merged again soon after but by taking the left crossing you get to read a short additional piece of information. While the final destination is the same and routes very similar too, the precise manner of getting there does differ and what you bring to it will alter it a great deal more. To get the most out of this gamebook, then, you have to concentrate on the experience of going through it and not upon the satisfaction that comes with its completion. By chewing over each part and allowing it to add to the overall picture that you hold of the route, the experience becomes more distinct.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the internal courtyard I was invited to sit and think of an old teacher of mine. I was always too much of a rebel to remain close to my teachers and besides, in the UK we don't have the same tradition of remaining connected to our former teachers. I thought hard and finally came up with Mrs Pearson, my secondary school biology teacher. She had the unenviable task of teaching sexual education to a group of 30 teenage boys. She managed to hold enough order in the classroom that she was able to teach us the basics, so for that alone she deserves praise. Thank you Mrs Pearson, you probably prevented some major embarrassments and even accidents!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As an ending, I was asked to imagine Mrs Pearson coming down the stairs. I had to think hard to picture her from back in my schoolboy days and guess how she now looks, seeing as she must have retired. I would not recognise her in the street but on this blue carpeted stairway, within the frame of this quest it was easy enough to imagine talking to her, now as an adult rather than as a fourteen year old, awkwardly self-conscious boy. "What brings you to Yokohama?" I might begin, and she might reply she recieved, "an invitation from far away," from her nephew who was getting married here in Yokohama. And so the story would roll on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This Shinto Shrine, located in the centre of Tokyo, is a famous yet highly contentious <a href="http://www.dark-tourism.com/index.php/japan/15-countries/individual-chapters/464-yasukuni-shrine-a-yushukan-tokyo">dark tourism destination</a>. It shot to prominence in 2013 when Japanese president <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-25518137">Shinzo Abe visited it to pay respects to the country's war dead</a>, which this site commemorates. Among those honoured are Class A war criminals. This broke international protocol and immediately provoked angry responses from China and Korea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then comes the question of the Canadian POWs who were used as slave labour in Japan during the war and who died in their droves due to mistreatment and malnutrition. They too made the ultimate sacrifice in the service of the Japanese war effort, but I'd be surprised to find their spirits enshrined here, though I could be wrong. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The section of the video around 1 hour 20 features the Yasukuni shrine and a Canadian survivor meeting</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Japanese veterans. The failure of their otherwise sound memory when it comes to the crucial details of war crimes is telling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A special memorial had been put up for the Indian judge <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radhabinod_Pal">Dr Radha Pal</a> who sat on the Tokyo Trials of war criminals and who differed in his opinions to the rest of the panel of judges. The paper that is given out on this memorial is very selective in what it takes from Pal and never mentions things like, "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;">Pal never questioned whether atrocities were committed by Japan at Nanking, he just suspected that the accounts included exaggeration." This would put him in the camp of those who downplay the</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> <a href="http://www.history.com/topics/nanjing-massacre">Nanjing Massacre</a> not those who <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-38673407">outright deny it like Toshio Motoya, owner of APA Hotels</a> (a major Japanese hotel chain). Pal's stance may be</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> seen within the frame of </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Indian independence </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and his major point is that the justice that was administered was a victor's justice that ignored colonial grievances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If I compare this site to the</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">Imperial War Museum</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cenotaph,_Whitehall">Cenotaph</a> in London, there are some similarities in that they both offer self-serving narratives of war and colonial expansion. There is also a religiosity to the latter site with <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2011/aug/07/charlie-gilmour-prison-david-mitchell">severe sentences handed out</a> for decidedly minor crimes committed there. These sort of sites have this tendency the world over. Where Yasukuni differs is the degree to which it has become embedded within political narratives as a result of the version of history that is projected here. For as long as the versions of history told in Japan and those relayed by its neighbours remain so far apart this site will remain a hot dark tourist site. This will almost certainly remain the case for some time to come as neighbouring narratives are not without their own self-serving particularities too. One just has to compare the Beijing and Taipei WW2 </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">museums </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">to see this most evidently. This is not inevitable; France and Germany managed to </span><a href="http://www.dw.com/en/joint-german-french-history-book-a-history-maker-itself/a-2078903" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">jointly produce a history book</a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> that is read in both countries. Reconciliation can happen when there is a desire to make it happen. Given the existence of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shame_society">shame cultures as opposed to guilt cultures</a> in East Asia, however, this sort of joint initiative looks as far away as ever as it would entail considerable loss of face. Yasukuni will, therefore, remain divisive for many more years. I just wish they'd fix their audio guide so the full mendacity of it can be fully appreciated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Upon arrival the book invited me to imagine I had been told to go there to meet an ex-girlfriend who had not told me why she wanted to meet me: maybe to get together again or possibly something else... I thought of someone, scanned the station in vain for them, then was directed to a cafe where they were also not to be found.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Seeing this line of qipaos jolted me: I remember a picture of her in an almost identical one for a Chinese New Year dance. Even if I were not getting closer to her specifically, I was definitely on a parallel trail. What's more, seeing these bright colours, so alien to Japanese tastes, made me see China in a new way. China the land of loud voices and gaudy design. I was caught by a surprise nostalgia for Chinese bling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I considered getting supernatural assistance as I had once visited a fortune teller with her. Could they tell me where she was? Maybe they could but they would do so in Japanese or, if I were lucky, in Chinese. Chances are, however, they would not even go there but stick to the safe topics of health, marriage and career. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After completing a circuit of Chinatown I realised that this search was not so much a possible rendezvous, it more akin to a staged disappearance. I once worked with the collective <a href="http://shadowcasters.blogspot.jp/">Shadow Casters</a> on examining the traces left behind by people who disappear like </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/493224/Lord-Lucan-brother-claims-he-did-escape">Lord Lucan's blood soaked car at Beachy Head</a> so that we could then made trails using a similar logic. This trail, like the Engeki Quest book that started it and the search for Lord Lucan, was growing cold. I had come up with many associations but, predictably enough, no concrete leads. There was one final strategy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I sent her a new year's wechat greeting only to get a "XXXX" has enabled friend confirmation. This was a sad and unexpected ending to the tour as last time we communicated it was totally positive. What has happened since? I cannot tell and it is probably something more on her end, but in any case, it was time to bring this Engeki Quest to an end. Her story is an exceptional one that really needs telling; it is shocking, twisted, the stuff of movies even, and I now know I only ever got a very partial side of it. As a tool with which to see the city it is fine, but it deserves space to be told in its own right one day. I'm just not sure I'm the person most able to tell it straight so it might just come out in another way: as a possible rendez-vous, as a staged disappearance or, most probably, as a work of fiction.</span></div>
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