August6
My recent trip to Beijing and Xi’an with friends was fun all around. I had great traveling companions, and got to visit a city I’ve not been to in a long time (Beijing) and a city I had never been to before (Xi’an). None of my fellow-travelers spoke Chinese — which is a big part of how our trip came about. I was there as translator and guide.
Being a guide in Beijing was pretty easy, as was the Shanghai leg of the trip. Xi’an was a little different, but not because it was the only of the three cities I’d never visited before. What made it odd was the fact that many of Xi’an’s members of the tourism industry didn’t seem to like the fact that I spoke Chinese and could find my way around without a guide. We did hire a driver, and he seemed to enjoy my ability with the language and comfort in the culture, but all the guides I met along the way as we visited the sites in Xi’an were less congenial when they learned that we could manage without their services.
That attitude was the only disappointment I found in Xi’an, and I loved nearly everything else about the place, especially the rich history that is hidden underground in the area around the city. The Terra Cotta Warriors are, of course, the most famous, and are every bit as amazing when visited in person as you’d expect from the pictures you’ve seen. There is an air of mystery about them, and it makes for a very nice place to visit.
After my friends and I spent a whole day visiting the Warriors and the huge grounds — very nicely set up for visitors — we made our way out of the exit and decided to finally grab a bite to eat for our lunch, just as the sun was beginning to hint that it would like to sink below the hills that surround the ancient burial ground. My friends saw a Subway sign, and thought sandwiches sounded good. Having not been to Xi’an before, I was anxious to try some local specialties, and so we made our way to separate facilities for lunch.
As I sat down to finally try Shaanxi pao mo, a very different dish from the pao mo I find in Lanzhou la mian eateries in Shanghai, the shop keeper sat down across from me, and we began to chat.
“You’re a tour guide?”
“Well, for now, yeah. I brought some friends here to see the Warriors.”
“I could tell. You don’t look like a typical tourist.”
And from there, we continued on, her telling me about local food, and me telling her a little about my first impressions of Xi’an and the Terra Cotta Warriors. She gave me a good bit of insight into Xi’an in the 20 minutes or so it took me to eat the pao mo, and I really enjoyed the visit. It made me glad we’d decided on such a late lunch, when there were no crowds to keep my new acquaintance busy.
As I finished my meal, I began to sort through some things I’d bought for friends back home, souvenirs of the Warriors. The lady who had cooked my noodles came out to join me and her co-worker as we continued our chat. After a few minutes, the new arrival asked me, “How long have you been in China?”
“I’ve been living here part time for the past 6-7 years.”
The friend who had been chatting with me for the past half hour looked surprised. ”What?” she said. ”With your Chinese, I thought you grew up in China!”
Whoever said food is the way to get to someone’s heart only knew half the story. Flattery is so much more effective.