The big M had a free Friday last week, and wondered what to do with this conundrum. I had mixed feelings - just in those three days was a concert Young Knives, Guqina lesson on Saturday, called Sunday a rock concert to celebrate Women's Day ... Events a lot, and I recently suffering from the music. What's more lalo next week, and all indications are that we will szwedac like a drenched chicken after zadupiach are any, and a total of dubious pleasure. Family meetings we did and found that we prefer, however, go beyond the Big Bad City (read: Shanghai) than to sweat every evening, because the neighbors below us will again screamed into the night playing ping-pong table so that the whole hut shakes. So I booked a hotel in Tiantai'u, I bought tickets for the bus on Thursday, the girls dostaly commandment, in order to pack on Wednesday (I overlooked the concert, of course!) And be at school at 17:00, when you are not snacking.
drove, waited, also took us to the underground (because we would probably peak at the bus station went from an hour and we had a 18:07 bus), jump at it, but we zrzedly mines, because the automatic ticket queue (this peak ...), machines only on a dime, and I had to too little, the queue for a dime even longer ... Szpetnie swore under his breath to bad luck, apparently not given to us to leave, but the Pole can do it, so I went to the newsstand and the captivating smile I asked shop assistants and the exchange of note for coins. Baba, however, was resistant, she said, with no coins. Well, so I asked about the newspaper and I gave her 2 dychy, posing a rest in coins. This time the woman cursed and swearing, with no coins, issued me a whole handful of it. So I bought the tickets, we got on the subway, pushing against each other heavy suitcase stuffed zatlocznym space in the car for both M and myself. Then another just to run their long underground corridors of the metro to the station, the control - overexposure - luggage (obligatory, not only at airports, but also on the bus and railway stations) and we are waiting whole 15 minutes before departure. Another quick visit to the toilet table (Both the traditional squat toilets over the ditch, in which every confident the stock regularly flushing water flows everything and sometimes sprinkling goals seat customers with poor reflex, who is going nowhere before the tide to rise), packed suitcases to the trunk, sit down, deep breath, here we go.
After a while it got rather stuffy - the driver turned on the heating, you can not open the windows, because the air-conditioned vehicle. We're going pretty fast, is nice, because the driver somehow does not turn any video (like integrate, are mostly in full, and after an hour or two man head splits the noise - but he somehow Chinese people do not mind, extremely resistant to noise are, it's probably the This powder, which for them is isolated in the ears - we have known. honey, and they dry powder). Unfortunately, after a while I turn up and see that big M something very pale, I ask her what happened, and she says that since its August fetoru meet the vomiting, and shows for itself. Indeed, the present passenger removed his shoes and laid the trotters to the seat in front of me - namely that he was sitting Large M. I did a slight inhale through the nose, and indeed, a little overthrew me, something like a dead rat in szambie overgrown with mold, whose opening a long time since nobody. Beside me driving down a replacement driver, he realized that something wrong, tell him that the wife is a strange smell 怪味 儿 seasoned with nausea, the guy realized he turned on the light and yelled at the customer seated for Large M, devised in order shoes, I stink kulasy him terribly. Customer laid the ears at each other and willingly Krasówka founded the new white (as the Russians say - or sneakers) back on their feet. I remember the teenage years ago also I bought these shoes in Beijing, and also my feet protesting, although probably not so much. Anyway, if smelly feet are a sign of a true man, is too high M sat superman.
sat down next to us jakic guest, who came specially from the back of the bus to talk to each of the white monkey, who talks like a human being (the Chinese). The total turned out to be a cultural conversation, posing zagail series of standard questions - from where we are, what we do and how much we earn - so I wonder if this case are not questions from the questionnaire of the local UBecji. Then I started to asked about schools in London - which are selected in his beloved only child to college. The universities of London I know less than he, so much to him I could not help but instructed Oxford and Cambridge. Then the conversation turned to the Tiantai and Jeg attractions. The guy turned out to be well versed in what the tourist has to offer his home land. First, says, "located on a rock wall in the Valley of the Immortals giant calligraphy, which is attributed to a famous calligraphers Mi Fu 米 芾 (1051-1107, called" Mad Me ", one of the four greatest calligraphers of the Song Dynasty 宋朝 960-1279, ekscentrykowi and lover of stones, which held a special specimen kamlota for his brother, and bowed to him with the respect due an elder), it is true that it's just fake. In total, not surprising in a country where even the big companies began to make counterfeits. Apparently 70% of the antiques sold at auction in China are counterfeit - is very popular TV program, in which experts satisfied with the authenticity of objects bought on the auction house by viewers, and leading with the permission of the latter destroys them smashing with a hammer. NB all counterfeited in China for centuries - even Guqiny, which were not only instruments, but also objects of desire collectors. In fact often it is difficult to estimate the age of the instrument, because it is getting even contemporary with the old wood, whereof the 500 and more years. Hence, it is very difficult to estimate the age of the instrument based on the age of wood. Fortunately - and the disaster at the same time - creators of the instrument, they left it on him its signature, subsequent owners also often write on them (more precisely - on the flat base; Guqin is made from two pieces of wood, the bottom is flat and it symbolizes the land, while Round gorny and symbolizes the sky) poems, which signed the first and last name. Hence, on the basis of these inscriptions 落款 can come to this, when the instrument was executed. On the other hand, they also often subtitles are fake ... By the way if you have varying przypatrzec dyscyplinowm Chinese art, is a great emphasis is placed on technique, and this develops - such as calligraphy - thousands of times, copying the works of famous masters. Copying to the extent that it is often very difficult to assess whether the trade was written by a master, or are practicing student. The same is true with painting, many famous Chinese artists - including the world famous Zhang Daqiana 张大千 - in his youth dorabialo copying the works of masters dawnnych. About kungfu no longer wants to say, because everyone knows that the most typical form of exercises is a tedious repetition of a single technique thousands of times. Of course, we twenty-first century, and who has little patience for this to torture, and perhaps that is why it is so difficult to find true champions ...
In any case, Chinese culture and learning traditional arts are based on imitation, copying. Only a few can achieve through this method the moment at which the number of transforms in the quality - as the saying goes, "When there is sufficient water, creating a channel" 水到渠成 - And when art ceases to be acquired, learned skills, when it ceases to be a craftsman, and becoming an artist. When you do not need the chains are already Convention and ability becomes part of human nature, which is reflected in every movement and gesture.
ride has passed quickly, in four hours we got to the Tiantai. Wyszismy coach, unfortunately it rained outside. Ob us immediately obskoczyli taxi drivers offering their services, so I started to fair - demanding that they took us for sum less than by the meter. In the end one has agreed, taking a passenger, doatkowo. Of course while driving started to talk, the woman turned out to be in order, said that a friend is serving in a park on top of mountains Huading 华 顶, gave us your phone and suggested that the call to it as we go there, then make arrangements for us to enter without a ticket ...
In 20 minutes we arrived at the hotel, we like him because he is clean and warm, nice back to him after a long day of wandering in the mountains. Not to mention the fact that the location is excellent - surrounded by mountains, surrounded by woods, overlooking a stream, on whose other side is situated the famous temple of your 国清寺 Ocean. Thus reports in August, and here it turns out that there is no reserved two, only the number one wide bed. In total, we would give you advice, usually do so, moreover, because the beds are doubles are often narrow and girls sleeping together barely fit on one, in a hotel in Tiantai but not quite, the beds in the doubles are broad, it still can be conveniently slide off together. Anyway, I picked up rumpus and suggested that raising the standard of free of charge, or put us in building No 3 (which is more expensive than 2, where we had reservations) without the surcharge. She started to protest, but did not rely on the strength of arguments, and after a few phones we had already served a room for a price worse. The first battle was won. What's more, The big M has agreed to go the next day to the Valley of the Immortals 琼 台 仙 谷, incredible place, deep, hidden in a valley surrounded by mountains with vertical scales, places which, unfortunately, for the first time Large M - fear of heights panic - received a very traumatic, but now no longer protested.
Thus, the Valley of the Immortals will be soon - but not before three clips from Wednesday's concert. Were playing a total of four teams, the star was a voiced band called "Sucker " with your favorite Xi'anu, who plays punk - music that puts me back at any time of day or night. The guys gave their all, played as befits a good group of punk - uneven, hard, noisy and throwing 'meat' - in English, unfortunately ...
I like it, though because I sat at the Speaker, unless I lost a few percent of hearing. At times I felt like not only the floor shakes, but also my clothes and a zebra. Supposed to also influence the camera - probably fell in the head and the vibration part of a mosaic of sound recordings has occurred. This is the first
piece - absolutely must listen to loud!
drove, waited, also took us to the underground (because we would probably peak at the bus station went from an hour and we had a 18:07 bus), jump at it, but we zrzedly mines, because the automatic ticket queue (this peak ...), machines only on a dime, and I had to too little, the queue for a dime even longer ... Szpetnie swore under his breath to bad luck, apparently not given to us to leave, but the Pole can do it, so I went to the newsstand and the captivating smile I asked shop assistants and the exchange of note for coins. Baba, however, was resistant, she said, with no coins. Well, so I asked about the newspaper and I gave her 2 dychy, posing a rest in coins. This time the woman cursed and swearing, with no coins, issued me a whole handful of it. So I bought the tickets, we got on the subway, pushing against each other heavy suitcase stuffed zatlocznym space in the car for both M and myself. Then another just to run their long underground corridors of the metro to the station, the control - overexposure - luggage (obligatory, not only at airports, but also on the bus and railway stations) and we are waiting whole 15 minutes before departure. Another quick visit to the toilet table (Both the traditional squat toilets over the ditch, in which every confident the stock regularly flushing water flows everything and sometimes sprinkling goals seat customers with poor reflex, who is going nowhere before the tide to rise), packed suitcases to the trunk, sit down, deep breath, here we go.
After a while it got rather stuffy - the driver turned on the heating, you can not open the windows, because the air-conditioned vehicle. We're going pretty fast, is nice, because the driver somehow does not turn any video (like integrate, are mostly in full, and after an hour or two man head splits the noise - but he somehow Chinese people do not mind, extremely resistant to noise are, it's probably the This powder, which for them is isolated in the ears - we have known. honey, and they dry powder). Unfortunately, after a while I turn up and see that big M something very pale, I ask her what happened, and she says that since its August fetoru meet the vomiting, and shows for itself. Indeed, the present passenger removed his shoes and laid the trotters to the seat in front of me - namely that he was sitting Large M. I did a slight inhale through the nose, and indeed, a little overthrew me, something like a dead rat in szambie overgrown with mold, whose opening a long time since nobody. Beside me driving down a replacement driver, he realized that something wrong, tell him that the wife is a strange smell 怪味 儿 seasoned with nausea, the guy realized he turned on the light and yelled at the customer seated for Large M, devised in order shoes, I stink kulasy him terribly. Customer laid the ears at each other and willingly Krasówka founded the new white (as the Russians say - or sneakers) back on their feet. I remember the teenage years ago also I bought these shoes in Beijing, and also my feet protesting, although probably not so much. Anyway, if smelly feet are a sign of a true man, is too high M sat superman.
sat down next to us jakic guest, who came specially from the back of the bus to talk to each of the white monkey, who talks like a human being (the Chinese). The total turned out to be a cultural conversation, posing zagail series of standard questions - from where we are, what we do and how much we earn - so I wonder if this case are not questions from the questionnaire of the local UBecji. Then I started to asked about schools in London - which are selected in his beloved only child to college. The universities of London I know less than he, so much to him I could not help but instructed Oxford and Cambridge. Then the conversation turned to the Tiantai and Jeg attractions. The guy turned out to be well versed in what the tourist has to offer his home land. First, says, "located on a rock wall in the Valley of the Immortals giant calligraphy, which is attributed to a famous calligraphers Mi Fu 米 芾 (1051-1107, called" Mad Me ", one of the four greatest calligraphers of the Song Dynasty 宋朝 960-1279, ekscentrykowi and lover of stones, which held a special specimen kamlota for his brother, and bowed to him with the respect due an elder), it is true that it's just fake. In total, not surprising in a country where even the big companies began to make counterfeits. Apparently 70% of the antiques sold at auction in China are counterfeit - is very popular TV program, in which experts satisfied with the authenticity of objects bought on the auction house by viewers, and leading with the permission of the latter destroys them smashing with a hammer. NB all counterfeited in China for centuries - even Guqiny, which were not only instruments, but also objects of desire collectors. In fact often it is difficult to estimate the age of the instrument, because it is getting even contemporary with the old wood, whereof the 500 and more years. Hence, it is very difficult to estimate the age of the instrument based on the age of wood. Fortunately - and the disaster at the same time - creators of the instrument, they left it on him its signature, subsequent owners also often write on them (more precisely - on the flat base; Guqin is made from two pieces of wood, the bottom is flat and it symbolizes the land, while Round gorny and symbolizes the sky) poems, which signed the first and last name. Hence, on the basis of these inscriptions 落款 can come to this, when the instrument was executed. On the other hand, they also often subtitles are fake ... By the way if you have varying przypatrzec dyscyplinowm Chinese art, is a great emphasis is placed on technique, and this develops - such as calligraphy - thousands of times, copying the works of famous masters. Copying to the extent that it is often very difficult to assess whether the trade was written by a master, or are practicing student. The same is true with painting, many famous Chinese artists - including the world famous Zhang Daqiana 张大千 - in his youth dorabialo copying the works of masters dawnnych. About kungfu no longer wants to say, because everyone knows that the most typical form of exercises is a tedious repetition of a single technique thousands of times. Of course, we twenty-first century, and who has little patience for this to torture, and perhaps that is why it is so difficult to find true champions ...
In any case, Chinese culture and learning traditional arts are based on imitation, copying. Only a few can achieve through this method the moment at which the number of transforms in the quality - as the saying goes, "When there is sufficient water, creating a channel" 水到渠成 - And when art ceases to be acquired, learned skills, when it ceases to be a craftsman, and becoming an artist. When you do not need the chains are already Convention and ability becomes part of human nature, which is reflected in every movement and gesture.
ride has passed quickly, in four hours we got to the Tiantai. Wyszismy coach, unfortunately it rained outside. Ob us immediately obskoczyli taxi drivers offering their services, so I started to fair - demanding that they took us for sum less than by the meter. In the end one has agreed, taking a passenger, doatkowo. Of course while driving started to talk, the woman turned out to be in order, said that a friend is serving in a park on top of mountains Huading 华 顶, gave us your phone and suggested that the call to it as we go there, then make arrangements for us to enter without a ticket ...
In 20 minutes we arrived at the hotel, we like him because he is clean and warm, nice back to him after a long day of wandering in the mountains. Not to mention the fact that the location is excellent - surrounded by mountains, surrounded by woods, overlooking a stream, on whose other side is situated the famous temple of your 国清寺 Ocean. Thus reports in August, and here it turns out that there is no reserved two, only the number one wide bed. In total, we would give you advice, usually do so, moreover, because the beds are doubles are often narrow and girls sleeping together barely fit on one, in a hotel in Tiantai but not quite, the beds in the doubles are broad, it still can be conveniently slide off together. Anyway, I picked up rumpus and suggested that raising the standard of free of charge, or put us in building No 3 (which is more expensive than 2, where we had reservations) without the surcharge. She started to protest, but did not rely on the strength of arguments, and after a few phones we had already served a room for a price worse. The first battle was won. What's more, The big M has agreed to go the next day to the Valley of the Immortals 琼 台 仙 谷, incredible place, deep, hidden in a valley surrounded by mountains with vertical scales, places which, unfortunately, for the first time Large M - fear of heights panic - received a very traumatic, but now no longer protested.
Thus, the Valley of the Immortals will be soon - but not before three clips from Wednesday's concert. Were playing a total of four teams, the star was a voiced band called "Sucker " with your favorite Xi'anu, who plays punk - music that puts me back at any time of day or night. The guys gave their all, played as befits a good group of punk - uneven, hard, noisy and throwing 'meat' - in English, unfortunately ...
I like it, though because I sat at the Speaker, unless I lost a few percent of hearing. At times I felt like not only the floor shakes, but also my clothes and a zebra. Supposed to also influence the camera - probably fell in the head and the vibration part of a mosaic of sound recordings has occurred. This is the first
piece - absolutely must listen to loud!
was very loud, so much so, in spite of concerts in the coming days, bowed to the pressure of the Big M and I agreed to go to relax from the noise and some come to you.
As mentioned above, was the star of the sucker, but before it played local teams heating up the room. The two Chinese bands came out OK, but for me impressed by the band The Dropkicks - of a three foreigners living in Shanghai - Frenchman (guitar, vocals), Japanese (bass) and american (drums). Psychedelic music - I had no idea that so you can hear here, I always had the impression that foreigners playing in China are losers, who elsewhere have achieved nothing, and here it turns out that necessarily. At least on my dull ear from the noise ...
Anyway let music speak - again I stress - you have to listen to loud!
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