Blogspot Is Blocked, My Blog Will Continue

Blogspot.com is now blocked by the most notorious GFW that it can’t be directly visited from the mainland of China. But I do not have the plan of moving my blog to another place. As the violation of the rights of netizens are becoming increasingly severe, Chinese netizens should learn to use proxy software to anti-block.

P.S.
My blog can be visited in China with this address:
http://pkblogs.com/wuhanstories/
But all pictures will be missing.
Hope pkblogs won't be blocked by GFW someday.

About Snack Restaurants

I was supposed to write some recipes of Wuhan snacks, but I soon found it too difficult a task for me. Sorry for that, it’s beyond my ability. (I don’t think “snack” is a proper word, in Oxford Dictionary, “snack” means “small meals, usu eaten in a hurry, esp between main meals”, but in Wuhan these things are usually for breakfast. Anyone can tell me if there’s a better word?)

Today I’d like to write something about snack restaurants. Dianping is a website where netizens give marks on restaurants, and here is the Wuhan page. I can find something interesting there.

Here are some general comments on the most famous snack restaurants (So-called Time-Honored Brands).

Cai lin ji (famous for re gan mian) 蔡林记
Many people from other places would like to go to cai lin ji to have a bowl of re gan mian “for the sake of the old brand”. But “the taste is getting worse”, some branches are “no better than carts along the streets”. And ironically the dou pi and dishes are “not bad”.

Si ji mei (famouse for tang bao) 四季美
One of Wuhan’s most famous snack restaurants where used to full of “attracting smell of meat”. Now the restaurant is still there, but the tang bao is different, “blemishing the name of such an old brand”. You can’t tell “whether it’s the degeneration of si ji mei or ourselves becoming pickier”.

Lao tong cheng (famous for dou pi(豆皮）, suspended) 老通城
Dou pi and soup of lotus root and chops are not good in appearance, but the taste is good.

From these comments, we can see the downfall of those time-honored brands. I once read an article about the phenomenon. The author said that he loved those foods when he was a child, but as time goes by, they can no longer attract him, for we are living in a time of fast-changing, but those foods still remain the mark of the time of shortage: large size, too greasy, fitting those who often have the feeling of hunger.

There are some other restaurants that are popular today.

Li’s re gan mian 李记热干面
“Noodles are thicker than normal”, pasts are “pure and good-smelling”, and “ a little bit sweet”, unlike those re gan mian in streets that the flavor of which is thickened only by salt water and soybean paste. The environment “is not good” and you “can’t find a seat” but the "business is very hot”.

And hu bu xiang (户部巷) is a well-liked restaurant where all kinds of typical local foods are supplied.

So if you ask me where you can find the most genuine local snacks, I can hardly give you an answer. Maybe it depends on your fortune. And if you find something delicious here, enjoy it!

"Ma Mu",A Word in History

If you refer to a dictionary, ma mu(麻木) means numbness, torpor, stupor, and something like that. But strangely enough, Wuhaness use this word to call “tricycles for hire”. Tens of thousands of ma mu used to be a distinctive feature of the city. But in the year of 2003, all these ma mu disappeared.

There are some tales about how the name “ma mu” came out. A relative credible one is that early rickshaw drivers (more than half a century ago) loved to drink, and often got “ma mu”, so both the vehicles and the drivers were called “ma mu”. This word once disappeared with the extinction of rickshaws, but revived about 20 years ago as tricycles emerged in the city in the late 1980s. And because of cheap fare and the very convenience, the number of ma mu increased swiftly in the 1990s.

There were two types of ma mu in Wuhan: the engine-powered auto rickshaw (dian ma mu 电麻木) and the man-powered pedicab (tu ma mu 土麻木).

Usually, ma mu drivers were either laid-off workers or city immigrants from rural places. The job could never be easy. Wuhan climate often go extremes: the temperature can be higher than 40C in summer and lower than 0C in winter. The drivers had to work in streets all day long, only to earn a basic living.

Most ma mu drivers were not well-educated and do not quite follow traffic rules, (in fact, large numbers of Wuhaness do not quite follow traffic rules), and many of them couldn’t afford, or for some, were not willing, to pay for a license, and had to play the game of hide and seek with traffic cops.

The government always wanted those numerous ma mu to be regulated. Though new documents for regulating ma mu came out almost every year, the effect was little. In 2003, the government finally resolved to completely ban ma mu. All ma mu must be handed in by a deadline, with some compensation in return. Only those with disabilities could own tricycles, and business not permitted. The flag-fall price of taxis was lowered to 3 yuan, so that taking a taxi in a short distance became much cheaper.

Just in a few weeks, not a single ma mu could be found in streets. “Ma mu” once again became a word in history.

Hot Dry Noodles

Needless to say, hot dry noodle (re gan mian 热干面) is the most typical breakfast fare of Wuhan. Usually, it is sold in street carts near residential areas in the morning or snack restaurants, which open for a whole day.

One may not be appealed by the appearance of the noodle, for it is covered with thick sesame paste, and looks a little bit ugly especially after being mixed around, but he won't resist the temptation of the attractive flavor. I often swallow up a bowl of hot dry noodles in a few minutes and then drink something such as soybean milk, and never will I forget to clean the corners of my mouth because of sesame paste.

But hot dry noodles can’t satisfy everyone, especially those non-Wuhaness. Some of my friends from other places told me that hot dry noodles are too dry for them.

Though Wuhan is often associated with hot dry noodles, for most Wuhaness, the noodles are too common to be noticed. But if they move out of Wuhan, it will be another case. It’s not too difficult to find hot dry noodles in other cities in China, however, the taste won’t be the same, and so the noodles can always be a call of homesickness.

Hot dry noodles well match the character of the city. You shouldn't expect to find nobility or elegance in Wuhan. Wuhan is a city for common folks. And hot dry noodle is such a thing, common, cheap, but tasty.

Minsheng Bank Building

Minsheng Bank Building (also known as Wuhan International Securities Building), with a height of 331m, 68 floors, is the world's 18th tallest high-rise building (See Official World's 200 Tallest High-rise Buildings ).

It's still under construction, and will be complete late this year.

The Blog Name Changed,And I'll Be Focused.

I'll be focused on introducing a real Wuhan and I'll give very detailed descriptions of this city, in a view of a common citizen.

A Vanished Custom in Wuhan

Chongqing, Wuhan and Nanjing are called "Three Furnaces" in China for their scorching days in summer. In Wuhan, the highest temperature of a year is usually above forty degrees centigrade. In the past, there was no air-conditioner, no electronic fan, so it was unbearable hot in a chamber. People in Wuhan would like to go out of their chamber, staying outside overnight.

I'm the last generation that still have such experience. I was only a little boy at that time. In summer when twilight came , dwellers of the community would splash several basins of water onto some vacant ground in front of their home, and then move bamboo beds there. The bamboo bed was a kind of necessary furniture of every family. The water would soon be vaporized, taking away some heat. People then sat or lay on bamboo beds, chatting with family members and neighbors, playing cards or Chinese chess (as the copper sculpture in the upper image shows), completely relaxed and forgetting the hot weather. After dark, the community turned silent. People fell asleep and they would take their things home the next morning. Non-Wuhanness would often feel odd by the sight of bamboo beds arrays.

But these scenes now stay only in my memory. I can't remember at what time air-conditioners slipped into every family while bamboo beds were discarded and people no longer stay outside in summer. I haven't seen the scene for maybe more than ten years. And now sleeping outside will somewhat be considered improper.

Bamboo Beds, together with an old custom, disappeared.

Mid-Autumn Festival Becomes Mooncake Festival

Mid-Autumn Festival, originated in China, is widely celebrated in Asia. But here in my living city Wuhan, I guess it’s also the same case in the whole China, the atmosphere of the festival seems to fade away. The traditional culture behind the festival is forgotten. The only thing left is the mooncake. And the main purpose of the mooncake is neither for eating, nor to enjoy the full round moon, but used as gifts for connections. The price of the mooncake is much higher than its real value as manufactures tried their best to make glorious packaging, catering to consumers who want their gifts to be better-looking.

Now, I’m spending this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival in my dormitory. This day is never a special day for me. I may eat some mooncakes, well, I don’t care.

It All Starts

It's for months that I had the idea of creating an English blog. Now it all starts! I'm now a junior student in Wuhan, a city in Central China. It feels good to write in a foreign language. I don't know whether I can exactly express my thoughts in English, but what so ever, it deserves to try.

As I already have a private Chinese blog, what will I write in this blog? Apple's marketing message is "Life is random." My blog is also random. I'd like to write anything that I think to be interesting. But basically, my blog will focus on my life and my country.

I'm a common folk living in this great century that everyone can have dreams. Internet endows every individual unlimited power which our ancestors had never experienced. Blogs will certainly be part of our history. I believe that many years later, historians will read our blogs as history books can often be cheating while blogs are written by common people and are about the most real life.

This blog will be updated about once a week. I will record myself, and I will record a history.