10 Reasons to go to China (Part One)

Leaving aside the obvious highlights (like the Forbidden City, the Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors, which are good, yes, and certainly reasons to visit China), here is the beginning of the countdown of my China Top 10.

Bear in mind that this is outrageously subjective and based only on visiting three major cities in three weeks. It’s just an excuse to post some videos and photos I took.

At number 10 we have: Scrumdiddlyumptious Food

In a country spanning 9.6million square kilometres and having more than 50 ethnic minorities, it shouldn’t be a surprise that there is a massive variety of food on offer. After gorging on Peking Duck and other Beijing delicacies for the first week, we hit the Muslim Quarter in Xi’an for the best eggplant on the planet, and in Shanghai found a wicked little Mongolian place where everything was dressed as mutton for a change.

Here’s dad chowing down on a bowl of noodle soup. This was early in the trip – the same day we checked out the Great Wall. We were starving after all the physical exertion, and didn’t want to do the easy option of eating at KFC or the Golden Arches, so we found a local noodle joint and employed the point-smile-and-pay method. They bought out the broth and all the ingredients separately and then we chucked it all in. Super.


This is the dude carving up the fourth Peking Duck I had within my first seven days in Beijing. And I’d still go out for it tomorrow if you asked me.


One afternoon, getting slightly over Beijing cuisine for breakfast, lunch and dinner, I went to a ramen bar for some udon. They also served large bottles of Asahi for about $1.80 each. This is extremely cheap. But they wouldn’t let me drink the second bottle without ordering any food, so I had to try these shrunken head biscuit things.


In 9th place is: Really Friendly People

Apart from one Beijing taxi driver and the hawkers in Shanghai, the people of China that we encountered were absolutely lovely. Especially considering I spoke less than ten words of mandarin, and very few people spoke English. I’ve heard complaints that the Chinese don’t smile at you in the street or help you out if you look lost, like some Japanese do, evidently. But then again, when was the last time you helped out a tourist?

My sister-in-law’s parents (on the left) looked after us while we were in Beijing. It’s appropriate that words can’t express how kind they are – seeing as though neither group (besides my brother and his bride) could understand what the other were saying.


This was my bunk buddy on the overnight train from Beijing to Xi’an. She was studying law or something else impressive at Beijing University and helped me out by translating (or paraphrasing) everything the conductors/security guards said. I also got off on the right foot with her mum (also in the compartment) straight away by asking whether she was my bunk buddy’s older sister. Then we kept bumping into each other in Xi’an, so she eventually asked to be in a photo with her.


No, I didn’t get her number, which was the first comment someone made after the photo was taken. I’m a bit slow when it comes to thinking like that. Nobody’s perfect.

Number 8 (these numbers are so arbitrary) is: Crazy Shanghai Architecture

The Chinese seem to take a lot of risks in terms of architecture, in Beijing and Shanghai at least, which is a refreshing change from boring Sydney (not including the Opera House of course). The buildings are:

The Shanghai Museum


The Bank of China building on Pudong (very sleek)


The Mr Squiggle Memorial Tower

A giant droid stuck upside down in the earth.

The Science and Technology Museum (much less interesting inside)

The view across the Bund to Pudong at a real eyesore (blue sky brought to you by Photoshop). Just to the right of this picture in the Jin Mao Tower, the tallest building in Asia. Instead of going to the viewing platform on the 88th floor, we went to the floor below and had cocktails (Bloody Mary for me) in Cloud 9, the highest bar in the world (though there are higher restaurants).


They sure like balls in Shanghai.

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5 thoughts on “10 Reasons to go to China (Part One)”

  1. the last one is my favourite. does it tell the temperature too? And is there a little block at the bottom you can hit with a little mallet to see how high the ball goes and you get a fake cabbage kid doll for it?

  2. Sorry to acid rain on your parade, but I saw a lot in China which I didn’t like. And it wasn’t just anti-social me. People were friendly but seemed to only want to sell you things, everywhere, all the time. I suppose a salesman can be friendly but it’s kind of annoying having to say no all day, and that no being ignored. I’d talk to someone who I thought was friendly for an extended period, then out would come the goods, or a miraculous change into a tout for an art ‘gallery’ (read ‘shop’).

    Also the father giving his one year old baby a lit cigarette to play with on the train also soured me.

  3. I saw a lot in China I didn’t like too – but I’m saving that for the ’10 Reasons Not to Go to China’ post.

    I think the ‘selling’ thing might be symptomatic of being a tourist in a third world country. I encountered lots of people who only wanted to sell me things or scam me – including those ‘student art exhibitions.’

    The friendly people I met were either reasonably well off (compared to the rest of the country) and so didn’t need to sell me anything, or I was actually involved in some kind of transaction with them.

  4. In reference to that building, Molly, Lonely Planet says something along the lines of: the best thing about going inside is that you can’t see it anymore.

    It’s certainly an intersting building.

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