Friday, December 10, 2010

Tombs and Neon in the Southern Capital

Hello friends,

Another wonderful day in Nanjing! Yesterday we caught up with Hanna to grab some spicy Xi'an hand-cut noodles for lunch.


I got an egg on mine.


Then we jumped on the train to ‘Fashion Lady,’ a dizzying neon underground shopping center.


Popular fashion in China has a much stronger emphasis on flash, invoking gems, studs, fur, and chinglish to help the wearer stand out from the crowd.


This afternoon we took the subway to Purple Mountain, Nanjing’s main draw. Spreading out East of Xuanwu lake, Purple Mountain is dotted with Ming-era Mausoleums, Buddhist temples, and, of course, the tomb of Sun Yat-Sen.


This little guy was excited to visit the remains of Dr. Sun, father of modern China. Sun Yat-sen enjoys the rare status of being revered by both the Communists and Nationalists alike, as he led the Chinese in the overthrow of the last Qing dynasty.


Ascending Sun Yat-sen’s tomb affords a breathtaking view of distant downtown Nanjing through the mid-afternoon pollution.


And who could pass up some tchotchkes to commemorate your trip to the tomb of the scourge of the Qing dynasty? Sun Yat-sen playing cards? Little plastic statues of the good doctor? Fans with the Three Principles of the People written on them? No?


Some things in China never change.


After our sightseeing we ventured out to find some lunch, and came across this guy making spicy fried egg and ham… things. I quickly ordered one.


As we waited for him to cook mine up, we stood by and watched the people of China rush about their business, happily free from the moors of Qing rule.


Then I ate my fried egg thing. It was as delicious as it looks!


  1. Note from Beth: I did not think the egg thing looked delicious. A Chinese Egg-McMuffin is still an Egg-McMuffin at the end of the day!

  2. This is Dave Wong. Hi to Beth and Will! Grammy has a lot of trouble with the numbing of her hands, so she is dictating the following message to me to type. Here goes:

    "I've been following the blog with avid interest! It seems Grampy's life has reached full circle with his namesake grandson now walking the main street where Grampy walked as a child. I hope he has found peace - no more waiting for that knock on the door or the homesickness that persisted and made him so anxious to visit the village where he spent his early years."

    Dave here again. I printed up some pictures from the shared album (thanks, Beth) and we're going to send them to Aunt Lily in New Jersey. Lily was my Dad's sister and was actually born in that compound which we all know now. She can be the final and definitive confirmation that the compound indeed is our ancestral home.

    Mom/Grammy just talked with Aunt Lily a couple of days ago. Lily says that the stone house is now uninhabitable and has been that way for many decades. Termites are destroyed all of the wooden beams and window frames.


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