New bike frame, interesting weekend.

I took the early morning train to Shanghai Saturday morning, and arrived at Specialized's first bike shop in China around noon. We took some PR photos of the exchange and started putting the box of parts I had brought onto the new frame. I could have been able to get the parts onto the bike within the two hour window, but because of a few key parts the store didn't have in yet I needed to go the a shop down the street. When my friends that had planned to stay at my apartment in Fenghua Saturday night to go climbing Sunday said they wouldn't come to down until Sunday morning I decided to take a later train. The bike was assembled well and after dealing with so many horrible hammer-happy bike mechanics in China I was really happy to see their mechanic really knew what he was doing. I somehow made my way through the incredibly dense subway rush-hour crowds back to the Shanghai train station.
Another lesson learned. Train tickets can only be changed (switched time or destnation) within four hours of after the trains leaves. You get a certain part off your price at two, and another at four. So I arrived about 4.5 hours later and had to buy a new ticket. Still I was pretty happy to get a soft seat in a relatively empty car. The only thing that kept me from falling asleep immediately was listening to the guys in the seats across the ilse (sp? I know it's wrong) talk about me. After rebuffing their questions with puzzled shrugs so I could sleep I let them in on it when I got off the train.

I had the same incident happen again with the taxi driver at the train station. Maybe I can paste this into my blog. I got into the cab and a moment later it got boxed in and some guy casually walked up and grabbed the ID out of the guys card holder on the dash. The driver was calmer but ofcourse immediately got out and tried to get it out. A really big crowd gathered and the people involved started trying to get me and my bike out of the cab. My bike frame and wheels were in the back seat and I was fully prepared to turn my bike into the jawbone Samson used, but was a little concerned since there was quite a crowd. So even the friendly driver started telling me I needed to get out so I called the police 110. The driver said I needed to take another cab and I was starting to understand the situation, and really really dislike the Ningbo cabs, or thugs that were patrolling the area. Still I didn't want to give up the cab since it was close to midnight and this was the second cab I had called. The first driver couldn't speak any Mandarin and I finally told him I wanted another cab.

For the blog I should explain how I find the cab. Whenever I want a ride back from Ningbo to Fenghua I dial the Ningbo area taxi hotline, 13777111333. I tell them where I am and where I want to go, they find a driver from the area you want to go, such as Fenghua, and connect me to the driver so we can arrange pickup location etc. Lately I've been telling the operator at the taxi service that I need a driver that can speak Mandarin and usually we'll have a three way call or I can send text messages to the drivers. So I regularly, and I believe legally regularly use these cabs.

So the police shows up and I feel a little safer among the large crowd. The cop baby-talks clear Mandarin Chinese to me, it was ridiculously slow and explains that Fenghua cabs can't do business in Ningbo, I have to take a Ningbo cab back. So thinking how ridiculous it was I asked "So the Ningbo cabs can do business in Fenghua but the Fenghua cabs can't do business in Ningbo?" The answer was "yes". I said, "If I used a Ningbo cab to take me back it would cost 90, but a Fenghua cab was only 30", his response was "this is a government rule, not mine". Then I asked, "If I used a Fenghua cab to get to Ningbo couldn't he take me back?" His ambiguous answer was, "yes, that's okay." In the process I called another friend who has lived in Ningbo for a few years and he said he didn't know this. So a few of the Ningbo cab drivers actually had the audacity to walk up and offer to take me to Fenghua, that was a situation in which it was good I don't know any really bad language, though I think I communicated my disgust. So the driver said he just couldn't pick me up near the trains station, he'd pick me up a few blocks away. So I rode a few blocks away, but the driver didn't seem to know where I was and in the midst of a few phone calls a Ningbo driver showed up who must have seen the scene who lived in Fenghua and offered me the same rate and I took it. Sorry Mr. Fenghua driver.

Lesson learned, call a cab from the big intersection down the street from the train station, and ask the operator if I the driver can speak Mandarin. This could have saved me hours in the past couple months.

The next morning a group of 9 guys and girls from an outdoor club arrived at the Fenghua train station. They decided the day before we would look at a tall summit cliff south of my office instead of going to bluff in Xikou. It was incredibly hot already so I was mostly concerned with having some convenient swimming, something both locations had. So we took a bus and I biked to Xiwu, picked up Xiao Si (the younger of the engineers in my dept) and headed in a taxi truck to the trail head. The only hang up is I know how to get there on foot quite well, but getting there in a vehicle requires navigating through a dense little town and figuring out how to get up onto the new railroad line where the trail starts. Finally at 10:30 we started hiking. After hearing so many "it's too dangerous" from so many sources for so many ridiculous reasons it was really refreshing not have a group of people that didn't take constant pulling. I took my machete and two of us carried big packs of climbing gear. This trail is very steep, I haven't looked at the GPS data closely, but it climbs about 400m in a hurry so I was kinda wishing the others would be a little easier to tire as my head swam at the front of the group. When I got to the top I had drank 2.5 liters of water in about 1 hour. Despite the machete the first through the trail got thrashed by the summer foliage, but the wind and view was wonderful. It was also nice to see a group that was just interested in going out doors and having fun. A few carried grocery bags of food and cooked some noodles on a small stove at the top. Still I hardly heard a complaint the whole time.

We got down from the mountain and my shorting out sweat soaked cell phone managed to transmit the message that I needed to get back to the office about 4km away to look at a container that was about to go out. It was Sunday afternoon so I wasn't about to apologize, but found it amusing walking around seeing GM and a few others while completely filthy, bloody, and drenched in sweat. I rode my bike to the lake that was about 2km from the mt trail carrying 20 bottles of tea, coke and water and immediately jumped in. Carrying all that stuff on my bike in weather close to 100 was as close as I've come to fainting from heat in years. I turned around and saw that the others were still standing on the dam and someone was obviously telling them they couldn't swim. I chose to ignore them and swam to another bank where I met them and was told that swimming wasn't allowed there. (I've been swimming there a few times a week for a couple of months). We called the truck/cab from that morning and he met us in the small town below the dam, but after me prodding them and pointing out that there were others on the other side of the lake we drove around and finally all jumped in. We managed to swim for about an hour and a few made some good progress in their swimming before the same guy made his way back around the lake. He wasn't too rude about it, but basically swimming is considered a very dangerous thing in China (China's first Ironman triathlon was canceled a month before its start for the same safety concern) and they didn't want any dead people floating in the water supply. I enjoy mocking these bureaucrat's' "concern" for our health and welfare especially when looking at dangers elsewhere. So we, including the cab driver, got a good swim and some lessons before we got called in. I amused myself debating it with the guy, telling him I had showered first (he I should as the goats grazed on the lake's bank). I pointed out that if the typhoon came they people I was obviously giving swimming lessons to would drown, but since we could swim here they'd be safe. There were so many laughable points but I'll cut off this epic blog here.