Walking Along the Canal

We were walking along beside a small lake in the Ho High district in Beijing. There were three of us and the weather was hot and humid. It was July when it rains a lot. A fellow had a tourist cart with him in the front and a seat behind where two of us might sit comfortably. He slowed down and pointed to the empty seat and gave us a price.

Well, the thought of jamming three American-size people into this seat on a hot sticky day had zero appeal to us. We were enjoying the walk along the canal where there was lots to see. “Bu yow, shay shay(No, thanks),” my friend responded. He gave us a lower price. If it was free, we weren’t getting in. Again, we were glad to walk and said so. A third price reduction followed. We were a hard sell, no doubt of it.

We just shook our heads and walked on. He roared off coverig us with dust. It wasn’t so bad because there is plenty of dust, smells and polluted air in Beijing. He saw that these foreigners were worthless and wasting his time as well as taking the food out of the mouths of his children. We had no respect for the new entrepreneurship of modern China. What kind of Capitalist Dogs were we, anyway?

No, these were probably not his thoughts because I still had a lot to learn about China. But that’s what I thought on my first days in China.

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