Portrait of an LBX

Jour 71 (01/12/09)
Shaoxing(绍兴)-Shangwangcun(上王村)
Province du Zhejiang(浙江省)
-env. 45km-

Nous nous sommes couchés à 19h, et c’est 12h plus tard, à 7h, que nous nous levons. Après une bonne douche, nous remballons nos affaires, grignotons quelques baozi à la pâtes de haricots rouges et une galette aux œufs, et retournons au Starbucks pour prendre un café. Internet, c’est bien sûr très pratique, mais son addiction menace souvent notre progression. Ce n’est qu’à 11h que nous partons.

Au début, la route est remplie de camions et les paysages sont horribles. Nous décidons alors de bifurquer vers une petite route de montagne. Les pentes deviennent vite très abruptes, mais le décor s’embellit considérablement, et nous traversons quelques petits villages qui ne manquent pas de charme.

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What a difference 39 km can make! After the police hijinks in Wen’an we made southward into deep Hebei determined to stay on the country side of things. The dirty hotel room we found in Liugezhuang (留各庄) for 30 yuan (~$4) was across a dirty courtyard from the hotel’s banquet facility / restaurant (mind you, the best restaurant / banquet facility in town, which isn’t saying much), where during our dinner a terribly drunk middle aged LBX man (they don’t need an excuse to be drunk, but on this particular night there was a wedding party going on) barged in to drink with us. In between strange nonsensical outbursts, he repeatedly told us, “I’m a policeman!; I go for training to Beijing all the time!; My family has connections and are in power!; This is my son! (as his son burst in); My son is in power with the government! This is my son! (he was afraid we might forget)” and so on. Basically you should imagine being in backwoods, Massachusetts and being told by a flamboyant drunken asshole, “I’m a Kennedy! I got put in power because of my family! My son has political pull and a hefty paycheck because of our family connections!”  After his son dragged him away embarrassed, and we left the restaurant, we were again forced into drunken conversation with two more elder male members of the family, primarily surnamed Gao, one the head of a local insulation enterprise (more on that later) and the other a government official. They both regaled us with stories of how successful or powerful the other was (a favorite face-giving game) before insisting we meet them at noon for lunch the next day in the courtyard. My point is that in Wen’an the police are terrorizing unsuspecting locals because of connections to us, and in the other they’re sitting us down over beers letting us know how great they are. (more…)