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Searching for locations: Hutongs, Beijing, China

What are Hutongs?

In Beijing Hutongs are formed by lines of traditional courtyard residences, called siheyuan.  Neighborhoods were formed by joining many hutongs together. These siheyuan are the traditional residences, usually occupied by a single or extended family, signifying wealth, and prosperity. 

Over 500 of these still exist.Many of these hutongs have been demolished, but recently they have become protected places as a means of preserving some Chinese cultural history.  They were first established in the Yuan Dynasty (1279-1368)Many of these Hutongs had their main buildings and gates built facing south, and lanes connecting them to other hutongs also ran north to south.

Many hutongs, some several hundred years old, in the vicinity of the Bell Tower and Drum Tower and Shichahai Lake are preserved and abound with tourists, many of which tour the quarter in pedicabs.

The optional tour also includes a visit to Shichahai, a historic scenic area consisting of three lakes (Qianhai, meaning Front Sea; Houhai, meaning Back Sea and Xihai, meaning West Sea), surrounding places of historic interest and scenic beauty and remnants of old-style local residences, Hutong and Courtyard.  

First, we had a short walk through the more modern part of the Hutong area and given some free time for shopping, but we prefer just to meander by the canal.  

There is a lake, and if we had the time, there were boats you could take.

With some time to spare, we take a quick walk down one of the alleyways where on the ground level are small shops, and above, living quarters.

Then we go to the bell and drum towers before walking through some more alleys was to where the rickshaws were waiting.
The Bell tower

And the Drum tower. Both still working today.

The rickshaw ride took us through some more back streets where it was clear renovations were being made so that the area could apply for world heritage listing.  Seeing inside some of the houses shows that they may look dumpy outside but that’s not the case inside.

The rickshaw ride ends outside the house where dinner will be served, and is a not so typical hose but does have all the elements of how the Chinese live, the boy’s room, the girl’s room, the parent’s room, the living area, and the North-south feng shui.

Shortly after we arrive, the cricket man, apparently someone quite famous in Beijing arrives and tells us all about crickets and then grasshoppers, then about cricket racing.  He is animated and clearly enjoys entertaining us westerners.

I’m sorry but the cricket stuff just didn’t interest me.  Or the grasshoppers.

As for dinner, it was finally a treat to eat what the typical Chinese family eats, and everything was delicious, and the endless beer was a nice touch.

And the last surprise, the food was cooked by a man.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 7

Today’s information is further advice, advice that I was given right back at the start when I was thinking about writing beyond the essays required at school.

The school librarian, yes our school had quite a large library of both fiction and non-fiction books, had a fully fledged librarian, and I quickly discovered was happy to teach those who were willing to learn, the tricks of the trade.

Her advice was that writers must read.

In a way, it was not until later that advice became more focussed, that writers of a particular genre must read books of that genre in order to get some idea as to what the readers are looking for.

I already had a passion for adventure, spy, thriller, and mysteries.

At that age, a lot of them were young adult books like The Secret Seven or The Famous Five, and others that kept you hanging on until the last page. For me, I had to read the book from cover to cover.

It was always on my Christmas request list to get as many books as possible to read.

That advice was also good for writing non-fiction books, if I ever decided to, which up till now was not a priority. But the non-fiction books I read back then were geographic and history.

These days I use the internet, but I still do a lot of reading.

Searching for locations: Hutongs, Beijing, China

What are Hutongs?

In Beijing Hutongs are formed by lines of traditional courtyard residences, called siheyuan.  Neighborhoods were formed by joining many hutongs together. These siheyuan are the traditional residences, usually occupied by a single or extended family, signifying wealth, and prosperity. 

Over 500 of these still exist.Many of these hutongs have been demolished, but recently they have become protected places as a means of preserving some Chinese cultural history.  They were first established in the Yuan Dynasty (1279-1368)Many of these Hutongs had their main buildings and gates built facing south, and lanes connecting them to other hutongs also ran north to south.

Many hutongs, some several hundred years old, in the vicinity of the Bell Tower and Drum Tower and Shichahai Lake are preserved and abound with tourists, many of which tour the quarter in pedicabs.

The optional tour also includes a visit to Shichahai, a historic scenic area consisting of three lakes (Qianhai, meaning Front Sea; Houhai, meaning Back Sea and Xihai, meaning West Sea), surrounding places of historic interest and scenic beauty and remnants of old-style local residences, Hutong and Courtyard.  

First, we had a short walk through the more modern part of the Hutong area and given some free time for shopping, but we prefer just to meander by the canal.  

There is a lake, and if we had the time, there were boats you could take.

With some time to spare, we take a quick walk down one of the alleyways where on the ground level are small shops, and above, living quarters.

Then we go to the bell and drum towers before walking through some more alleys was to where the rickshaws were waiting.
The Bell tower

And the Drum tower. Both still working today.

The rickshaw ride took us through some more back streets where it was clear renovations were being made so that the area could apply for world heritage listing.  Seeing inside some of the houses shows that they may look dumpy outside but that’s not the case inside.

The rickshaw ride ends outside the house where dinner will be served, and is a not so typical hose but does have all the elements of how the Chinese live, the boy’s room, the girl’s room, the parent’s room, the living area, and the North-south feng shui.

Shortly after we arrive, the cricket man, apparently someone quite famous in Beijing arrives and tells us all about crickets and then grasshoppers, then about cricket racing.  He is animated and clearly enjoys entertaining us westerners.

I’m sorry but the cricket stuff just didn’t interest me.  Or the grasshoppers.

As for dinner, it was finally a treat to eat what the typical Chinese family eats, and everything was delicious, and the endless beer was a nice touch.

And the last surprise, the food was cooked by a man.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 6

We’re still exploring the theme ‘it’s all in the detail’.

I’m guessing that this means that we are going to set the scene in such a manner that the reader is going to feel like they are there.

Like, for instance, that day I left the hotel at Lake Louise in Canada and drove just up the road to the gas station to fill the tank before setting out for Calgary.

It was cold, so cold it hurt to breathe. So cold, I started to lose feeling in my cheeks. I’d never felt so cold since I was out for a walk in Chicago.

I was reminded of a story I once read, where the protagonist hid a gun in a petrol tank on a base in the Arctic because petrol didn’t freeze.

And on a holiday in Canberra, Australia, the water in the car’s radiator froze overnight.

But these are my experiences and not necessarily those of the reader who more than likely has never been to any or all of those places, so there’s no relevance to them.

Everyone knows what it’s like to be cold, but not necessarily freezing cold. I will have to work on my scene-setting details so they are relevant for everyone.

…

It was hard to tell whether it was the cold or fear that made me shiver. It certainly was cold, I’d been out in the rain, and once when it was snowing, but then the wind had not been blowing, nor had the droplets of rain, or the flakes of snow insidiously found their way down the back of my neck.

I had left in such a hurry I had no time to find my anorak, or my scarf, and the rollneck jumper would have to suffice. it was a pity all I had under that was a T-shirt, and was regretting not taking my brother’s advice that morning and wearing a thicker shirt or thermal underwear.

A sudden gust, and a spray of sleet in my face, made me shiver. Perhaps the cold would kill me long before the men hunting for me.

…

It needs refinement, but it’s a start.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 4 and 5

Understandably it will take two days to do some planning, not that I generally do any planning.

I usually start with a sentence and the idea grows into a story   More often than not I have no idea where it is going to go, and for me, that’s half the fun of it, I am like the reader, being taken on a roller coaster ride.

But…

This is by the calendar.

The questions are…

What is it about?

I’ve been thinking about a story for my ‘The cinema of my dreams’ series titled ‘ The One that Got Away’.

It might not necessarily be exactly that but it is a first love, a mismatch socio-economically, and given her parents, a battle he was never going to win.

But, the bottom line, neither didn’t stop loving the other, but left it too late to do anything about it.

What happens after that?

We will all be hanging on a knife edge…

What kind of book is it?

Murder mystery.  Sorry, but not sorry, my stories often veer off into any or all of murder, mystery, or espionage.

Why do you need to write it?

I don’t.  It’s not like trying to write that second book after being told everyone has one book in them.

But for me, this is just another story that’s running around in my head with a dozen others but it’s finally at a point where I can put words on paper to flesh out the ideas.

How many pages can you get done today?

That’s the same as asking how long is a piece of string.

But this is a weekend task, so I’ll let you know tomorrow.

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 3 continued

A few thoughts are running around in my head, none of them good about Will.

Why is it that there is sometimes a feeling that a star football player at the college level, has something about him that might be suspect?

Perhaps it’s just his age, and we know that in some cases when stardom hits at an early age, it can affect them in unexpected ways.

Of course, in a male, there is possible gender bias, perhaps in a home environment where there is an alpha male who may unintentionally pass on those beliefs, in words and in actions.

Or that leadership, drive, and continual reinforcement that he is the team, not the playing collective, can also alter the mind.

Or that he is simply a bad seed, and those traits are ignored in the pursuit of the ‘prize’.  History has shown that we have a tendency to ignore the obvious for the sake of something else.

Or have we simply ignored the most rational description, that Will is the lovable cuddly bear type, and all we’re doing is pandering to Jeremy’s jealous thoughts.

Don’t we all tend to think badly of a rival simply to make ourselves feel better?

…

Let’s go in one direction and see where it takes us.

…

Will dragged his chair closer to Sally, put his arm around her shoulder and dragged her close to him.

“How’s my girl?”

He looked at her with lust in his eyes, or what she thought was lust.  She was not exactly an expert in that field, but that night three weeks ago, in the back of his car, it was go-to-whoa in three minutes.  He had that same look now.

Her first time though, after the prom, with Freddie was a long slow burn followed by a gentle experience that almost left her floating on a cloud, an experience that had lingered for days, weeks afterward.

Until she discovered Freddie had left town, never to return.  And more devastating, Freddie had seduced her in a bet.

“I am not your girl.  You do not own me.”

It was spoken in anger, surprising herself more than Will, who let her go as if she had struck him.

“Whoa.  It was only an expression.  Did I do something wrong?  I thought we were good.”

She sucked in several deep breaths and tried to calm herself.  Had just a small part of her screaming match with Jeremy registered?

“We are.  I’m just feeling stressed.  Sorry.”  She put her arms around him and snuggled closer.

Will could see Jenny looking in Jeremy’s direction and remembered being told about their argument.  He had heard they’d been combatants since grade school and that he was always annoying her.

“You want me to sort Jeremy out, once and for all?”

A shudder went through her, a distant memory of someone else saying the same thing to her, that had tragic consequences.

It was reinforced by a rumour that Will and some of the football team had bullied wannabe players and some of the cheerleaders, a rumour no one would substantiate, but she knew two of the girls and they chose to leave and go to school elsewhere.

“No.”

“You secretly like him?”  Will tried to make it an off-hand question but his tone and demeanor meant something else entirely.

Just that look scared her.

“No.  He’s an old friend that doesn’t understand the friend zone.  He will though, but that’s my battle, not yours.”

“I can make it mine.  if it’s making you unhappy.”

“I can fight my own battles, Will.  I’m not a helpless female.”

The grunt he made was enough to make her believe otherwise.  Being his girl meant being his possession and woe betied anyone who messed with his property.

“As you wish,” he said.

“Now let’s talk about something else.”

…

Of course, there are just as many controlling women as there are men, and sometimes they are hard to pick. 

And there are just as many of each who use a wrong turn of phrase, leading to misinterpretation and assumptions.

Have we one here? 

…

©  Charles Heath  2025

Searching for locations: The Golden Mask Dynasty Show, Beijing, China

The Golden Mask Dynasty Show was located at the OCT Theatre in Beijing’s Happy Valley. 

The theatre was quite full and the seats we had were directly behind the VIP area; as our guide told us, we had the best seats in the house. 

The play has 20 different dance scenes that depict war, royal banquets, and romance.  There are eight chapters and over 200 actors, and throughout the performance we were entertained by dancers, acrobats, costumes, lighting, and acoustics.

The story:

It is of romantic legend and historical memories, the Golden Mask Queen leads her army in defeating the invading Blue Mask King’s army, and afterwards the lands return to a leisurely pastoral life until the Queen forges a ‘mysterious tree’.  When the tree has grown, the Queen has a grand celebration, and releases the captured Blue soldiers, much to the admiration of the Blue Mask King.
This is followed by monstrous floods, and to save her people, and on the advice from the ‘mysterious tree’, the Queen sacrifices herself to save her people.  The Queen then turns into a golden sunbird flying in the sky blessing the people and that of the dynasty.

Billed as the best live show in China, described as a large scale dramatic musical, “The Golden Mask Dynasty” it lived up to its reputation and was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

It was not just singing dancing and acrobatics, it had a story and it was told so that language and cultural issues aside, it worked.  There was a narration of the story running beside the stage, but it was hard to divide attention between what was happening, and what was being related.

Then came the peacock dance, with live peacocks

And this was followed by a waterfall, well, I don’t think anyone in that audience could believe what they were seeing.

I know I was both astonished and in awe of the performance.

What a way to finish off our first day in Beijing.

Oh, sorry, that high was dented slightly when we had to go back to our room.

Searching for locations: The Golden Mask Dynasty Show, Beijing, China

The Golden Mask Dynasty Show was located at the OCT Theatre in Beijing’s Happy Valley. 

The theatre was quite full and the seats we had were directly behind the VIP area; as our guide told us, we had the best seats in the house. 

The play has 20 different dance scenes that depict war, royal banquets, and romance.  There are eight chapters and over 200 actors, and throughout the performance we were entertained by dancers, acrobats, costumes, lighting, and acoustics.

The story:

It is of romantic legend and historical memories, the Golden Mask Queen leads her army in defeating the invading Blue Mask King’s army, and afterwards the lands return to a leisurely pastoral life until the Queen forges a ‘mysterious tree’.  When the tree has grown, the Queen has a grand celebration, and releases the captured Blue soldiers, much to the admiration of the Blue Mask King.
This is followed by monstrous floods, and to save her people, and on the advice from the ‘mysterious tree’, the Queen sacrifices herself to save her people.  The Queen then turns into a golden sunbird flying in the sky blessing the people and that of the dynasty.

Billed as the best live show in China, described as a large scale dramatic musical, “The Golden Mask Dynasty” it lived up to its reputation and was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

It was not just singing dancing and acrobatics, it had a story and it was told so that language and cultural issues aside, it worked.  There was a narration of the story running beside the stage, but it was hard to divide attention between what was happening, and what was being related.

Then came the peacock dance, with live peacocks

And this was followed by a waterfall, well, I don’t think anyone in that audience could believe what they were seeing.

I know I was both astonished and in awe of the performance.

What a way to finish off our first day in Beijing.

Oh, sorry, that high was dented slightly when we had to go back to our room.

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 has 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.

           

Writing a novel in 365 days

Day 3

It’s all about the nuances of mood, of feeling, the little things that bring a character to life, that convey an emotion that we have all felt one time or another.

And if we’re lucky, be able to convey exactly what is going on in the mind of the protagonist, or any of the characters for that matter.

I thought I might write the same story as yesterday from a different point of view.

…

Sally could see Jeremy, sitting in the corner looking decidedly miserable.

Why didn’t he give it up?

Ever since grade school, he had clung to this notion that they could be friends, perhaps more than friends.

Nothing could be more abhorrent.

He was one of those people whom her father despised, the poor who refused to make something of themselves.  Everyone had the same opportunity to make something of themselves.

That’s why it surprised her that Jeremy had elected not to follow his father into plumbing and decided to go to college.

Her college.

“Do you think he’ll give up now?”

Jenny, her best friend and often co-conspirator, saw her glancing in Jeremy’s direction, not for the first time.

“No.”

“But you wish he would?”

Sally’s hesitation spoke volumes.

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re going to have to decide what it is you want because Will isn’t going to wait forever.”

Will was the most eligible of all the boys in college, the boy all the girls swooned over, and out of all of them, he had singled out Sally.  She was flattered, but there was something about him.

Jeremy had told her Will was not all he seemed to be but refused to explain why.  What other reason would he have if not out of pure jealousy?

And she had finally told Jeremy once and for all to leave her alone or she would have him removed from the college.  Her father was a huge donor and could make it happen.

Maybe she still would.

Just then Will, and three of his teammates arrived and filled the remaining seats at the table. 

Time to take her mind off the annoying gnat and focus of what was important.

…

Once again there is a myriad of paths for this story.

But the seeds are there:

– Does Sally have feelings for Jeremy?

– What is it about Will that worries Jeremy, other than jealousy?

Stay tuned…

…

©  Charles Heath  2025