Statue of Mao Zedong in the Heart of Shenyang

Statue of Mao Zedong still stands firm in Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Square, the heart of Shenyang, China:

Shenyang, China ... continued

Old and New - the Poor and the Rich

















The Old and Half-Forgotten

An Old Woman Stretching Herself on a Tender Branch

Fanciful Old Style Costume

A Rather Polite Policeman

At a Crossroad

Bride and Groom

















Restaurant Ready for the Wedding Party

Such Residential Highrises Are Being Built Everywhere

A Giant Shopping Center Under Construction

Level 8 Strong Wind Hit Shenyang - Temperature Dropped to Below Frozen Point

Colonial Style Buildings

Old and New - Good Taste and None

















KFC

Liaoning Hotel in Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Square

Mao Zedong's Statue in the Center of the Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Square

Almost All the Flats Were Sold Unfinished - One Could Find Tiles, Wallpapers, Lighting, Kitchen and Bathroom Fixtures Here

Showroom Inside a Furniture Store

In Front of the Furniture Store

In Front of the Furniture Store

More pictures from Shenyang, China

Architecture:
















North Tomb (Qing Dynasty)

















Liaoning Province Exhibition Hall and Fine Arts Museum






















Fine Arts Museum

















Backyard of an Art Gallery

















Olympic Stadium in Shenyang

















Sport Complex

















Office Tower or Residence Highrise

















Residence Highrise

















Bus Stop and Residence Highrise

















Sales Room and Future Club House of New Residence Highrise


Shops:
















Grain basins at Carrefour


Street Scenes:

Bus Rides in Shenyang, China and Chiglish Signs

Bicycles are disappearing alarmingly fast in China, replaced by increasingly popular cars ans SUVs, to my great upset. Due to the dangerous road conditions, I would not even try to ride bicycles in China - as a matter of fact, none of my extended family members has bicycles now. Cars, taxis, and buses are commuting tools.

I took a few bus rides in the last few days and they were experiences of great revelations.

The buses are usually very crowded; however, the atypical pictures below helped me to show the interior of a relatively more upscale No. 225 bus:


































It was also a great fun to read signage in English or Chiglish. The No. 238 bus, a less posh one had signs read like these:

















Watch Out for Pickpockets Vigilantly and Careful Not to Let Your Feet Get Caught by the Door

















Please Do Not Lean Against the Door


However, the posher bus (No. 225) got them right:

Monstrous Beijing Capital International Airport

Transferring in the newly built (for the Olympic Game) Beijing Capital International Airport in the early hour of the day was like walking in a dreamland.

Our airplane arrived from Los Angeles shortly after 5:00 am local time (Beijing Time for the entire span of China, as a matter of fact). The plane was only half full - I don't know if it was because of the economic downturn or because we were in the air during the entire Easter. We got off the airplane and descended onto the foggy tarmac, and was transferred by a bus to a far away Passport Control.

All the halls were hugely impressive - immense space with echoing whirring buzz, a few decorative, unthreatening uniformed figurines scattered here and there, adding the only human touches in the steel trussed industrial futuristic thing.

The wait was short and we were led to the downstair train station - without knowing which train to take, we waited for the incoming train. Train came and only after we got on the train, we were able to see the directions and it turned out there was only one destination - luggage claim, custom, and transfer area. After a short wait to get my luggage, I started to look around in the area for an ATM machine. I saw two Currency Exchange but no ATM. I went to a Duty Free shop for advice and was told that there was an ATM outside that Luggage Claim zone. Why didn't the Duty Free shop carry one was beyond my understanding.

I joined the jumbled line (if there was any line in China) for Custom. Two lanes - Red for Something to Declare and Green for Nothing to Declare. At 5:45 am, the lanes were still closed. No sign and no person to help the insomniac bunch. Finally, one of us grew nervous and waved down one of the uniformed figurines and was told that the Custom would be open at 6:00 am. If there were only a sign! Then the country would be too visitor friendly. Keeping people uninformed and confused was the best way to exert one's authority.

Finally, the lanes were open and we were all waved pass, without having to fill out any paperwork. Another short lines to re-check in my luggage followed - Economy, Business and First Classes. One person came first to serve the Business class which had three people in line, and then another person came for Economic class, which had about 25-35 people waiting, yet no one was serving the lone First Class flyer. After the three Business Class flyer were dispatched, Economy class flyers were beckoned onto the the Business Class lane and the poor First Class flyer was left out unattended and he finally moved over to wait in the Business Class lane and was duly served.

Once re-checked my luggage, I went to the third floor and went through another round of security screening and again, no ATM was in sight. I found Information desk and was told that there is one near Gate C11. I walked a fairly long distance and found a Bank of China ATM near Gate C11. It gave me options of Inquiry and Taking my card. I was utterly defeated in trying to taking money out of my banking account.

Turning around, I had to walk through another vast span to Gate C55 for Shenyang. Found it but saw no gate leading to the airplane. Confusion kicked in. I went to Second floor and saw nothing and went to First and was reassured by the typical Boarding Pass dispenser near the gate. There were very limited seating on the first floor so I went back up to the second. Found a seat but had to move away, in order to stay away from several large tour groups, mainly consisted of loud talking Chinese. They were so loud that I thought they were doing political rally at an Obama event. My boarding time was 7:05 am. Near 6:55 am, I heard the call for boarding through my ear plugs. I went to the gate and was greeted by another bus. After another dream sequence, my fellow passengers and I arrived on tarmac again and climbed onto the plane destined for Manchurian Shenyang in northeast China.

The new Beijing Capital International Airport was the most inhumane large structure I ever encountered, for the purpose of swallowing and spitting out as many people as one could imagined.

Special Hungarian Treat from Crixa Cakes, Berkeley

Even though my blog is focusing on culture, I think I can talk about food as well - culinary is a form of art and definitely part of culture. I sure will savor some special food in my upcoming trip to China. In exchange, I'm bring some special Hungarian treat from Crixa Cakes in Berkeley - the unbelievably delicious pasties they offer will sure to make my family happy - how I wish they will open one in Shenyang, China!