Category: Travel

Searching for locations: The remnants of the wall that surrounded Beijing, China

The fortification walls, both an inner wall and an outer wall, surrounding Beijing city were built from the early 1400s to 1553.

The dimensions of the Inner city wall are:
          Length: 24 kilometers or 15 miles
          Height: 25 meters or 49 feet high
          Thickness, at ground level: 20 meters or 66 feet
                            at the top: 12 meters or 29 feet

It had nine gates.  The fortifications included gate towers, archways, watchtowers, barbicans, barbican towers, sluice gates, sluice gate towers, enemy sighting towers, corner guard towers, and a moat system.

The outer city wall had a length of 28 kilometers or 17 miles.

From 1911, after the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the dismantling of the fortifications began.

In 1965, major deconstruction of the fortifications was commenced to allow for the construction of the 2nd wrong road, and Line 2 or the Beijing underground railway.

 In 1979, the government called off the demolition of the remaining city walls and named them cultural heritage sites. By this time, the only intact sections were the gate tower and watchtower at Zhengyangmen, the watchtower at Deshengmen, the guard tower at the southeast corner, the northern moats of the Inner city, the section of the Inner city wall south of the Beijing railway station, and a small section of Inner-city wall near Xibianmen.

For more reading, go to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijing_city_fortifications

As for our guide’s explanation of the fortifications: Leaving the Square to go to the Golden Mask Dynasty Show, we pass remnants of the wall that used to surround Beijing.

This wall was built in the early 15th century and was about 24 km long, up to 15 meters high and about 20 meters thick, and had nine gates, one of which still exists today.  In 1965 most of it was removed so that the second ring road and an underground railway line could be built.

A photograph from the inspirational bin – 35

This is Railway Hotel in Gympie, adjacent to the old Gympie station

Just the name Railway Hotel conjured up a lot of interesting connotations. There’s one in almost every rural town that has Railway station, or perhaps a Junction Hotel, a Railway Hotel, or a Terminus Hotel.

And, once upon a time, there were nearly 600 of them, up until the 1920s, ubiquitous hotels build to house the people building the railways, and, then, when they were finished a lot disappeared, but a lot also remained to service the railway station and passengers coming and going.

These days, these old hotels that still exist are anachronisms of a bygone age, rather ornate wooden structures with big rooms and communal bathrooms, bars, saloons, and dining rooms, and only those curious about the past would stay there.

I’ve stayed in a few myself.

But, as for a story, well, the older, the better, because these would have ghosts.

They could also have infamous pasts, like a fire that destroys only part of the hotel, signs of which form part of the character.

A doorway into a now hidden room closed off because of something horrible happening there, could suddenly become a portal, where stepping through takes you back to the time of the event.

In fact, I’m in the mood to write just such a story…

Searching for locations: On the road to Tiananmen Square, Beijing, China

One the first things you notice when driving around Beijing, other than the roads are congested with traffic, is the number of trees and flowers that have been planted, in the median strip as well as along the edges of the road.

What you also notice is the large number of multi-story apartment blocks, which are needed to house the millions of Beijing residents.  What we have, so far, rarely seen, is single-story houses.
These continuous areas of trees and rose bushes are, every now and then, broken up by very colorful garden beds:

Nearer to the square we are able to get up close to the flowers.  These, we are told, are a variation on the rose, one that flowers for nine months of the year.

They come in a variety of colors.

And they are literally everywhere you go, on the side of the roadway, often blotting out the concrete jungle behind them.

The Cinema of My Dreams – It ended in Sorrento – Episode 55

Watching the prime suspect

…

I joined Cecelia on the side of a hill about 500 yards from the front of the main entrance to the Burkehardt residence.  On one side there were several outbuildings, and beyond those, the vines, acres and acres of them.  On the other side, where we were, there was more vines and gardens.

It was warm, but we were under the trees and had a hedgerow to hide behind, so we were quite safe from being seen.

Cecelia had picked her spot with care.  Clear sight to the front entrance, clear sight of the driveway from the road to the house, and the opportunity to like up targets with the rifle, already set out.

It was not loaded.  She was using the sight to home in on those at home.

“A mother, a father, two girls and a boy.  The parents fight a lot.  Th mother and the three children left about a half hour ago, and the old man is sitting at a table reading the newspaper.  You’d think he’d be out working.”

“Anyone call?”

“One.  The man answered a cell phone, spoke for a minute then went back to the paper.  If he starts doing the crossword, I’m going to shoot him.”

She took another look, then sat up.  She had brought a hamper with food and drinks.  No wine.  We needed to remain focused.

It was a fine day, and just started to get hot, despite the fact we were quite buried by the surrounding trees.  The heat was tempered by a slight breeze, and the sound of it rustling the leaves was oddly soothing.

One of the more pleasant stake outs I’d been on.

My phone buzzed.  A message.

‘One of the phones called a man named Dicostini about twenty minutes ago and said they were on their way, there was a problem.’

As I suspected, the fake countess was working with Dicostini.

“And…?”  Cecelia looked at me expectantly.

“Expect to see the fake countess.  They are on their way.”

We didn’t have to wait very long.  I had expected they would arrive about an hour after I had, but then, the countess did have some disconcerting news.  What surprised me was the fact she just didn’t tell him over the phone.  If I were Dicostini, I would have told her to stay away for fear of being linked together, and that was still a possibility if there were other people in the house, loyal to the Dicostini or not.

Cecelia had picked up the gun and was pointing it at every car that passed the driveway entrance, checking on the drivers and passengers if there were any.

“Got them.”

I saw the car stop at the driveway entrance for a minute, and then start slowly along the driveway.

“Juliet is driving the car.  The two women are in the back.  Odd.”

“Perhaps they’re practising being wealthy dowagers.”

She put the gun back facing the house.

“You got your phone?”

“Why?

“Alfie would have put an app on it so you can listen to the conversation.  I didn’t think about it until now otherwise we could have listened to them on the way here.”

I gave it to her, and she fiddled with it for a minute, handing it back and the car stopped outside the house.

“You think it would be that riveting?”

“No.  But it might give us some idea what they’re up to?”

Then a voice came over the speaker, not too loud but loud enough for us to hear.

“You stay in the car, Juliet.  The fewer people who know about this the better.”  I could not put a face to the voice.

“Distinction for the uninvolved.  I will not be breaking you out of prison just so you know.”

“Don’t be such a spoilt brat.”

I heard two doors slam and then silence, other than feet crunching on the gravel.  Cecelia lined them up in her sights and said, “Just say the word.”

At the top of the stairs, I could just see them stop at the door and rang the bell.  It took several minutes before Dicostini answered.

“This is not a good idea, coming here,” he said.

“Well, the phones aren’t safe.  We disabled the GPS, and I sure as hell aren’t going to tell you anything using one.  Let’s go inside.”

“You shouldn’t be here.  If anyone sees, you…”

“Not if we come, say our piece, and go.  Arguing is only making it more dangerous.”

He stood to one side and let them pass.

Three minutes later I heard Cecelia say, “Got them again.”

The vices came back.

“What’s so pressing you have to come here.”

“The signing had been delayed.”

“The Burkehardt’s.  The suspect something.  You?  What do you do wrong?”

“I’ve seen the solicitor, and the family in London, even that fool Rodby insisted I use as an escort.  They all think I’m the countess.”

“Except now you are missing, they’re worried.  Rodby should have kept out of it, but you going missing the way you did, has only caused us trouble.  The Burkhardt’s called him and then he had to do something about it.”

“You know that was for effect, to get away from the family because the longer I’m with them the more chance they’ll discover the truth.  Rodby should be happy to know I have been found, which is exactly as it was planned, and that his man will be taking me to the signing.  Rodby will do as he’s told.”

“A week’s a long time for things to go wrong.  You have to say in hiding.”

“It’s another week and I have people pressing me for money.”  Vittoria wasn’t happy.

“You know the deal.  The countess signs the papers, and you get your payment.  I can’t help it if it’s been delayed.  They can’t delay it forever.  You’ve delivered the message, now go, before anyone finds you here.”

© Charles Heath 2023

Searching for locations: The Jade Factory, Beijing, China

The first stop is at a Jade Museum to learn the history of jade. In Chinese, jade is pronounced as “Yu” and it has a history in China of at least four thousand years.  On the way there, we are given a story about one of the guide’s relatives who had a jade bracelet, and how it saved her from countless catastrophes. It is, quite literally ‘the’ good luck charm.  Chinese gamblers are known to have small pieces of jade in their hands when visiting the casinos, for good luck.  I’m not sure anything could provide a gambler with any sort of luck given how the odds are always slanted towards the house.

At any rate, this is neither the time of the place to debunk a ‘well-known fact’.

 On arrival, our guide hands us over to a local guide, a real staff member, and she begins with a discussion on jade while we watch a single worker working on an intricate piece, what looks to be a globe within a globe, sorry, there are two workers, and the second is working on a dragon.

At the end of the passage that passes by the workers, and before you enter the main showroom, you are dazzled by the ship and is nothing short of magnificent.

Then it’s into a small room just off the main showroom where we are taken through the colors, and the carving process in the various stages, without really being told how the magic happens.

Then it’s out into the main showroom where the sales are made, and before dispersing to look at the jade collection, she briefly tells us how to tell real and fake jade, and she does the usual trick of getting one of the tour group to model a piece.

Looks good, let’s move on.  To bigger and better examples.

What interested me, other than the small zodiac signs and other smallish pieces on the ‘promotion’ table, was the jade bangle our tour guide told us about on the bus.  If anyone needs one, it is my other half, with all the medical issues and her sometimes clumsiness, two particular maladies this object is supposed to prevent.
Jade to the Chinese is Diamonds to westerners, and the jade bangle is often handed down to the females of the family from generation to generation, often as an engagement present, to be worn on the left hand, the one closest to the heart.

There are literally thousands of them, but, they have to be specially fitted to your wrist because if it’s too large, you might lose it if it slips off and I didn’t think it could be too small.  
Nor is it cheap, and needing a larger size, it is reasonably expensive.  But it is jadeite, the more expensive of the types of jade, and it can only appreciate in value, not that we are interested in the monetary value, it’s more the good luck aspect.

We could use some of that.

But, just to touch on something that can be the bugbear of traveling overseas, is the subject of happy houses, a better name for toilets, and has become a recurrent theme on this tour.  It’s better than blurting out the word toilet and it seems there can be some not so happy houses given that the toilets in China are usually squat rather than sit, even for women.
And apparently, everyone has an unhappy house story, particularly the women, and generally in having to squat over a pit.  Why is this a discussion point, it seems the jade factory had what we have come to call happy, happy houses which have more proper toilets, and a stop here before going on the great wall was recommended, as the ‘happy house’ at the wall is deemed to be not such a happy house.

Not even this dragon was within my price range.  Thank heaven they had smaller more affordable models.  The object of having a dragon, large or small, is that it should be placed inside the main door to the house so that money can come in.

It also seems that stuffing the dragon’s mouth with money is also good luck.  We passed on doing that.

After spending a small fortune, there was a bonus, free Chinese tea.  Apparently, we will be coming back, after the Great Wall visit, to have lunch upstairs.

           

A photograph from the Inspirational bin – 36

This is an inlet near Port Macquarie in northern New South Wales. It is adjacent to a caravan and camping park, close to the ocean and parklands.

But, for our purposes, this scene is going to have a few more interesting connotations than just a few campers going for a jog along the beach, fishing in the estuary, or further out to sea on the other side of the wall in the background.

Firstly, to my favorite kind of story, a spy story…

It’s basically the evil billionaire’s backyard to his island hideaway, and our hero intends to come ashore at night and do battle with the guards, break into the underground holding cells and save the girl.

As always, saving the world comes second!

Or, it’s a place like Fantasy Island, without the landing strip on the beach, where people come to have their fantasies fulfilled. OK, to start there are no robots that are going to go berserk, that’s so ten years ago.

And, no, the hosts won’t be dressed in white safari suits. They went out in the 70s.

Then, I suppose, a story that I like, about people who have secrets, people who are broken, people who just want to get away from everyone else, come to this island where they can live in anonymity, without having to interact with anyone unless they want to.

Two such people accidentally meet.

What happens after that, that’s up to them!

Searching for locations: The Jade Factory, Beijing, China

The first stop is at a Jade Museum to learn the history of jade. In Chinese, jade is pronounced as “Yu” and it has a history in China of at least four thousand years.  On the way there, we are given a story about one of the guide’s relatives who had a jade bracelet, and how it saved her from countless catastrophes. It is, quite literally ‘the’ good luck charm.  Chinese gamblers are known to have small pieces of jade in their hands when visiting the casinos, for good luck.  I’m not sure anything could provide a gambler with any sort of luck given how the odds are always slanted towards the house.

At any rate, this is neither the time of the place to debunk a ‘well-known fact’.

 On arrival, our guide hands us over to a local guide, a real staff member, and she begins with a discussion on jade while we watch a single worker working on an intricate piece, what looks to be a globe within a globe, sorry, there are two workers, and the second is working on a dragon.

At the end of the passage that passes by the workers, and before you enter the main showroom, you are dazzled by the ship and is nothing short of magnificent.

Then it’s into a small room just off the main showroom where we are taken through the colors, and the carving process in the various stages, without really being told how the magic happens.

Then it’s out into the main showroom where the sales are made, and before dispersing to look at the jade collection, she briefly tells us how to tell real and fake jade, and she does the usual trick of getting one of the tour group to model a piece.

Looks good, let’s move on.  To bigger and better examples.

What interested me, other than the small zodiac signs and other smallish pieces on the ‘promotion’ table, was the jade bangle our tour guide told us about on the bus.  If anyone needs one, it is my other half, with all the medical issues and her sometimes clumsiness, two particular maladies this object is supposed to prevent.
Jade to the Chinese is Diamonds to westerners, and the jade bangle is often handed down to the females of the family from generation to generation, often as an engagement present, to be worn on the left hand, the one closest to the heart.

There are literally thousands of them, but, they have to be specially fitted to your wrist because if it’s too large, you might lose it if it slips off and I didn’t think it could be too small.  
Nor is it cheap, and needing a larger size, it is reasonably expensive.  But it is jadeite, the more expensive of the types of jade, and it can only appreciate in value, not that we are interested in the monetary value, it’s more the good luck aspect.

We could use some of that.

But, just to touch on something that can be the bugbear of traveling overseas, is the subject of happy houses, a better name for toilets, and has become a recurrent theme on this tour.  It’s better than blurting out the word toilet and it seems there can be some not so happy houses given that the toilets in China are usually squat rather than sit, even for women.
And apparently, everyone has an unhappy house story, particularly the women, and generally in having to squat over a pit.  Why is this a discussion point, it seems the jade factory had what we have come to call happy, happy houses which have more proper toilets, and a stop here before going on the great wall was recommended, as the ‘happy house’ at the wall is deemed to be not such a happy house.

Not even this dragon was within my price range.  Thank heaven they had smaller more affordable models.  The object of having a dragon, large or small, is that it should be placed inside the main door to the house so that money can come in.

It also seems that stuffing the dragon’s mouth with money is also good luck.  We passed on doing that.

After spending a small fortune, there was a bonus, free Chinese tea.  Apparently, we will be coming back, after the Great Wall visit, to have lunch upstairs.

           

The Cinema of My Dreams – It ended in Sorrento – Episode 53

We have a suspect

…

Alberto Dicostini.

I sent the name over to Albert and within an hour he sent back what might have been a yard of archive shelf space in files.  He was the head of a rival winery and hadn’t lived up to the hype riding on the coattails of his former business partner.  Wrong land, wrong grape varieties, and poor harvests had battered his reputation, and getting a hold of the Burkehardt’s winery would solve all his problems.

And surprise, surprise, he was the brother of Anna Dicostini.  Before he fell out with the count and went his own way, he had been happy to see his sister marry his business partner, a way of cementing relations between the two, and gaining recognition for the small winery his family owned and ran.  He started out dirt poor and made the most of every opportunity, created others in ways that could be almost construed as criminal, and almost ended up where he started.

All this was about, pure and simple, though not necessarily the people I first thought were the protagonists, was a feud, and feuds between hot-blooded families were often deadly.

We didn’t have a lot of time to put the Dicostini family under surveillance, but I was betting he had the Countess and Mrs Rodby somewhere on one of his properties.  That was the latest request to the research team, and I hoped they would get back to me before the morning arrived.

Then we’d only have the whole day to find the missing sisters.  If they were in the area.  If they were not, then I was not sure what I was going to do.  Dicostini could hardly let them live, because the countess would have to know who it was that kidnapped her.

If they were not already dead.

That led to another message, sent to Rody, asking him to pull whatever diplomatic strings he had in the Foreign Office to get the Italian police or equivalent to MI5 to intervene in the will signing and have it postponed for a week.  We needed more time to run surveillance on Dicostini.

I had no doubt, with his wife’s life in the balance, he could pull a few stings, or call in a favour or two, and make it happen.

And, of course, there was always one more phone call.  This time to Alfie who was hardly polite given the run around we had given him back in London.

After he vested his spleen, I asked him if it was possible to use my cell phone to clone three others if I was close enough, in order to hear their calls and read their text messages.

It was a simple question.

Ten minutes of tech speak, and time to download a special app on my phone, he said yes.  I told him to be available in the morning.

He said, quite stiffly, he was always available.

It was a bridge I would have to men, sooner rather than later.

I had managed to obtain several bottles of Burkehardt’s famous red wine and had opened one with Cecelia.  Francesca was not feeling too hospitable and had stayed in one of the other rooms.

She seemed interested when I related some of the details of my conversation with the older countess, and no doubt she was relating that to her employer and getting further instructions.

I didn’t realise Cecelia was a wine connoisseur.  Violetta had been, she had a nose for such things, and she was Italian too.  It helped.

“Nice drop.  Now, tell me the real story.”

She had noticed the obvious omissions, like who our target tomorrow was going to be.

“We have another surveillance job, and I’m hoping we’re not going to be spread thin.  It won’t help to tell Francesca because her employer will put two and two together and join the party.”

“If they go and ask to old lady themselves, she’ll tell them.”

“A calculated risk, but it is what it is. My guess, the two sisters are being held at one of their properties.  It would be too easy to think they would be at the main residence.”

“Some crooks are stupid.”

“Sometimes.  We’re not going to be that lucky.”  My cell phone blipped. 

So did hers.

“A list of properties, a dozen.  Two are not in use, just a building on a plot where they vines are being replanted.  I’m not an expert but if they failed once, won’t they again?”

I shrugged.  From the many visits I made of the wineries all over Tuscany with Violetta, I was amazed anything grew in the rocky soils.  “Keep that in mind when we go check them out.”

There was more on the Dicostini, and coroner reports on the death of the Count senior, and the Count junior that would be my nightly read before bed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.  I took the bed near the window.  Try not to trip over when you come in.  I don’t like being woken.”

I shook my head.  Last time I tripped over her shoes, tossed on the floor in the way and it woke her.  Just the thought of it sent shivers down my spine.

By the time I fell asleep, and no I made it into bed without tripping over anything, I had come to the conclusion that the old lady might be right, her husband and her son might have been killed.

It was something I would investigate after I sorted out Rodby’s problem.

As much as I tried not to, the last person I thought of before going to sleep was Juliet.  There was something about her that contradicted everything that I knew about her.

I was not sure why, but I got the feeling running into her again in Venice might not have been simply because of Larry.

© Charles Heath 2023

Searching for locations: On the road to Tiananmen Square, Beijing, China

One the first things you notice when driving around Beijing, other than the roads are congested with traffic, is the number of trees and flowers that have been planted, in the median strip as well as along the edges of the road.

What you also notice is the large number of multi-story apartment blocks, which are needed to house the millions of Beijing residents.  What we have, so far, rarely seen, is single-story houses.
These continuous areas of trees and rose bushes are, every now and then, broken up by very colorful garden beds:

Nearer to the square we are able to get up close to the flowers.  These, we are told, are a variation on the rose, one that flowers for nine months of the year.

They come in a variety of colors.

And they are literally everywhere you go, on the side of the roadway, often blotting out the concrete jungle behind them.

A photograph from the inspirational bin- 34

This is the moon, unexpectedly observable in the late afternoon.

For me, the moon provided inspiration for an episodic story I have entitled, for now, ‘I always wanted to see the planets’.

It’s about a freighter captain who gets a gig as First Officer on an exploratory starship, who by a series of inexplicable events gets promoted to captain, and has to navigate not only the outer reaches of space, but new species.

But in the back of my mind there is that expression ‘shoot for the moon’, which could mean almost anything.

It could mean going for the unobtainable, whether it be a job, or the partner of your dreams. Failing can be heartbreak. Success might mean you’d be ‘over the moon’.

Them there’s travelling to moon, perhaps the next logical step for regular people, heading off the spend a week on a moon base hotel. I’m not sure what we would see out there in space; Perhaps a UFO?

Fictionalised, a moon base might just be the meeting place for various species, and being the mystery writer I am, what if there was a murder?

As always, the possibilities are endless.