After watching a little ping pong on tv, I headed out to our meetings at "the China branch of the company that I work for". Not surprisingly, it looks quite similar to every other branch of the company (Cairo, Charlotte, Beijing - they're all pretty much the same). But what is definitely not the same is the bathroom situation. Cairo had attendants - I could deal with that. But this was my first encounter with a "squat toilet". I was beginning to think that they were an urban myth - or perhaps only in the more local sections of town. At first I thought it was an option, and if I searched the other stalls I'd find a more Western-accessible one. But no - all stall revealed the same sad floor-level basin. My second encounter was at dinner. Dinner was at the Bai Family Courtyward Restaurant - a very upscale restaurant set in a Qing Dynasty garden. The elegant yellow place settings featured the five-clawed dragon - symbols reserved for the emperor. Our large table could have sat 15 people and the entire center was a rotating platter on which the food was served (ok - it's a lazy susan). This shot is one of the painted details. The place setting included chop sticks, a chop stick rest, and a golden spoon. We were told that a silver spoon would be used for royalty because if ths food was poisoned, the silver would tarnish. The meal included many many dishes - too many to mention. Favorites were shrimp with asparagus, mushroom chicken, and a green vegetable called something with the word Dragon in it. Dessert was a platter of fresh fruit, including leechee and a fruit with the word dragon in it (the slices had white fruit with black seeds and a purple rind). There were also pastries shaped like small birds. And I can't describe this meal without mentioning the Moutai alcohol - I passed, and was glad that I did because there many eyes were watering!
Moutai = jet fuel. Only the first 6 shots will hurt - after that you're dead (or want to be ). Have had my share to ensure that our Chinese counterparts do not lose "face". The worst is when you burp the next day and taste it again.