A week in Beijing: February 2002




The president ordered all the factories surrounding Beijing closed for the weekend we arrived. Mr. Bush was visiting at that time, too

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Mr. Mao is sure a nice man to let us walk all around his home like this.

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I'm ready for my close-up, Mr DeMille.


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That is The Chairman's bathroom.    

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That's his ashtray.


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I don't know why I took all these pictures. I bet this picture would have looked a lot cooler if I had a real sweet digital camera because I remember this wall being pretty damn ornate.

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These are some rocks with a funny building on top.
 

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I don't know what that is, but I am pretty psyched about the way my pictures came out. There is NO ONE in any of my shots. I was expecting there to be droves of them here.

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Right about now, I am getting bored by the red buildings with the silly rooves.

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I couldn't get the full shot. To the left, the Korean army has their arms linked and their general just shouted "Red rover, red rover; send Ching, Chong, and Chang right over!"

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Beijing has no skyline. For a modern city, it sure looks boring.

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I can't keep writing captions for these temples. If I was to take a couple of shots of American architecture what could I say? " . . . and in this shot we have the beautiful and captivating Garrison Colonial."

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The south gate of Tianamen Square.

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These buildings were all rebuilt around 150 or so years ago.

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My students believe that no one was killed here over the summer of 1989.

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My friend had to stand in the way of a tank convoy to get this shot.

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This shot is why I don't believe in tour guides. This spot wasn't on the itinerary of our trip to the Summer Palace.

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Nor was this.

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Or this. The Summer Palace is by far my favorite historical spot in Beijing.

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When I make my first billion, the architecture of my Summer Palace will be completely different, but the grounds will be similar.

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I am going to photoshop ninety-nine bottles of beer into this picture when I get some time.

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This is the pre-snowball fight shot of the Teach in China Class of 2002.

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We are plucky heroes. That's what they call the people who climb to the top of the great wall.

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I got to the top of the great wall and was expecting to see rolling hills with nothing but wall stretching for . . . kilometers. The wall just STOPPED. I was pissed because I'd been gypped. All I got was this lousy shot of the freakin highway.

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When I showed them, my students were more awestruck by the snow in this shot than than the view or the national landmark.

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If you fell down the stairs of the great wall at a rate of three steps per second, it'd take you almost six minutes to get to the bottom.

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If you go to Beijing, don't waste your time on the Temple of Heaven. I mean, granted it was the last place we went in Beijing AFTER a great wall climb earlier that day, but it's just not worth your time.

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The Teach In China 2002 World Cup Squad.

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They told us not to eat the street food . . . but the hotel food kind of sucked. Dave and I were going to take our chances with the Chinese Dysentery Gods.

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This guy stood at the door of our bus for a good ten minutes yelling at us trying to sell us silk scarves. He looks so desprate in this picture that I'm almost sorry for taking this picture, but if you were on the bus, you'd know how hilarious this shot really was.

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The first picture I took in China already contains a ghost. Mark French (seated back left) died in his third week of being at his assignment of carbon monoxide poisioning.

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This was the highlight of the Bejing trip. Our journey into the sacred halls of the Peking Duck restaurant. Thems Chinamen shore cook'em up some fine'n tasty duck!

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Rickshawing it down the east side of the Forbidden city.

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No, we did not go see the terra-cotta warriors. These were just some fake ones they were selling at an overpriced store disguised as a tourist restaurant.

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What are you rebelling against?

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Nothin left to see here. Jump back on The D!