When local television CTV9 forcast this snowstorm the announcer added "hopefully this will end the drought".

ANHUILI, My Private Village in China

Winter and Summer 2011

My Chinese friends thought I had popped my cork when I announced I that would come to Beijing in FEBRUARY. The fact was, it had been so long since my last visit (2009), I felt that I was losing touch with them. This was my first winter in Beijing and it WAS cold - like sticking your head in a fridge. But I'm a Tasmanian and we are used to cold Winters.

Then I returned in late May and realised that central heating wasn't everything - only hot Summer days and warm nights can bring the usually quiet and sheltered streets of Anhuili to life.

This was only the second snowfall in Beijing for Winter 2011 after a long drought. The Anhui Li area, where I habitually stay, was bone dry. Fresh frozen chicken - not in the freezer but sitting on the footpath beside the delivery van. Council workmen tidy up the sad-looking garden outside Coffee Language. Notice the dust raised by the activity.
Everyone wants to be a star! - one of the team of ladies who keep the Hoa Yi She Inn clean and tidy is Pu Fang Ping. A forgotten, perhaps once treasured cap awaits its owner on a fence in one of the many small backstreets of Anhui Li. The snow fell so slowly it settled like a soft, white blanket on every surface in the open, to gradually fall off as the temperature rose.
Anhui Li; this is my Chinese village - quiet, safe, friendly and, in it's own special way, beautiful. A poster in a chemist shop in Anhui Li signalled the beginning of the Chinese Government's anti-smoking campaign.

This attractive piece of tea-making equipment is to allow you to heat the pot and sterilize the cups with boiling water without spilling.

 

Summer 2011:

In and around Anhuili...

The Sisterhood: "Oh no! He's going to take our photographs again! You distract him while I knee him in the balls."

As the evenings get warmer, entire families move onto the footpaths - taking advantage of fast food outlets and late night shopping. The all- night convenience store of my friend Mr. Wang who keeps me supplied with essentials like milk, coffee and sugar . Zhang Hui doesn't mind the photo as long as he can be sitting on this cool-looking bike with a cool-looking friend...
But posing with Li Gui the hairdresser is another matter entirely. My mate Chen Shu the fruitseller was here selling quality fruit when I first visited in 2002. Now he has a wife and child. Shoulder-length black hair is still the default for young Chinese girls, but their older sisters are not so defiantly old-school in style.
This year's home away from home: The Hanting Hotel, still right next to my old haunts in Anhuili. I found the Capitol Museum's John Portman "Art and Architecture" show not as appealing as this elegant little model..near the toilet. Another "spot the stars" blockbuster to celebtate the current 60th anniversary is "The Great Cause of China's Foundation"
!.A modern Chinese couple - but how can you tell they are Chinese? This generation are no longer the skinny, bony waifs of the past. 2. As they walk past the hairdresser notices them and then notices the little demo the fitness and beauty girls are about to give. 3. Many street-side businesses regularly organise their staff into such public exercises. First position....
4. Second position. The next day all the boys in the hairdressers gave their own street demo to disco music. 5. The next day the male hairdressers seized their opportunity to steal the show. The most common Chinese pet is the small dog that sometimes seems more like a small child to its owner.
My hotel room. You might get annoyed here by car horns and yapping dogs but I slept just fine. Typical apartment block near my hotel. Some how it reminded me of a coral reef with various natural growths adding to it's character. This Summer these little denim shorts edged out even the light, flesh-pink summer frock as God's gift to Mankind.
"Coffee Language" was a haven for laowai like me. Now it sells more tea than coffee, no-one speaks English - but I often sit there all day. Before I get too old to enjoy it I want to drive a little Dong Feng truck like this around my property. Just mail it care of Grove Post Office. Two years have passed but a workman told me renovations had begun inside the old Tibetan Bathing Hotel - then tried to sell me drugs.
The China Tibetan Research Office boasts new resources including a Tibetan culture shop and gallery. They own that hotel too. The bicycle lives on in Anhuili - despite competition from some very flash looking electric scooters and actual motorbikes.

If my friends in Tasmania should admire my DVD collection I have these two to thank: Xiao Yang and Tong Ling.

NOT posed I swear... just life imitating art: the media loves young love only as an innocent heterosexual ideal. Many ladies make appointments to meet outside Coffee Language and watching them through the darkened glass is irresistable.

Please Mr. Important Local Bureaucrat, ensure the preservation of these historically important relics of the 1990 Asian Games!

Streetlife for youth in Anhuil, like everywhere else, seems to involve a lot of waiting - but appearances can be deceptive. Fornet Laundry where Bignose Laowai take their holiday clothes for cleaning and, I must say, get excellent care. You can't win! The government restricts smoking in the workplace - you sneak outside for a puff and there's some bugger with a camera!
Does he fix cars or just park them? - either way ***** believes we should have no worries about it. No longer the passive recipient of the male gaze, today's piaolian directs it and largely determines the effect. I don't only look at girls you know - the modern use of ceramic tiles in architecture is pretty interesting too!

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