The 'Doo Weekend Chronicles
May 10 - 12, 2013
We had a big weekend.
Dumptruck Convoy
It's literally (and I do mean literally) nonstop construction in Chengdu. The dump trucks rule the roads.
The impatient trolly guy
slammed the doors on me after I took this picture.
Susan and her shoes.
She looks but rarely buys. ;D
Fruit rice, basmanti rice and spinach & potatoes.
Mmmmm....
Tomatoes stuffed with potatoes
in a rich curry sauce.
An appetizer
I forget what these are called, but they're good..
This guy was begging for cash on the subway.
I rarely give beggars money because it's a racquet here.
I have my contacts in,
but I need my reading glasses to see.
Susan & Whitney
Can you see the reflection in the glass?
These two were happy
because we took their picture.
Hurry up and find a seat.
Quick, before it's gone.
Susan at the subway terminal
I made her pose underneath the clock.
Me & Whitney
Under the underpass
while riding on the popcorn cart.
This reminds me of
when Dorthy is in the tornado and the Wicked Witch of the West rides by.
Check out
that guy's posture.
Watch out
for the electric scooter gang!
The guard shack
guys should have their own Monty Python sketch.
Ho hum,
the trip to the fabric market is getting to be the same 'ol - same 'ol.
A random photo
of the fabric market.
A random photo
of a fabric market shop.
A pile of whispy
fabric remnants.
A little cutie pie
and her mom.
Playing cards
to pass the time.
Ooops!
It's an Angry Bird avalanche!
Posing with
some retro fabric.
Posing with some
blue fabric. I didn't buy it, but I was tempted.
Rows and rows of
silk fabric.
Whitney posing
with some red fabric.
A rare find,
a shop that doesn't have stacks and stacks of fabric.
Tassels anyone?
Big tassels, small tassels. Take your pick.
The Elite Hotel's lobby.
This where the clean restrooms are.
A cute puppy
in a shop.
A cute kitten
on the street on the way to the tailor.
Me & the tailor
Her family name is Yang.
The tailor and her hubby
strike a pose.
This picture was a mistake,
but I like it anyway. The tailor is sitting at her sewing machine and checking to see if the fabric I brought will work with her machines.
Me and my fancy ababya
Saudi here I come!
At the tea convention
there were rows and rows of tea bins.
This pot
is made from compressed tea.
More tea
It smells heavenly.
A tea merchant
selling his wares.
Free samples?
Where?
A lady
selling specialty dates and grapes form Xinjiang Provence.
I debated
as whether or not to buy this tea set, but I decided not to at the last minute.
A tea tower
Another tea mechant,
I bought some tea from her. Susan said her tea was good and the loose leaf stuff smelled phenomenal.
What's all the hub-bub about,
Bub? The scent from this tea drew a crowd.
The tea merchant's husband
said the loose leaf tea was better and I believe him, but I have to be practical. It's gotta survive a long flight home.
This is the tea
I finally wound up buying.
The Panda poo
tea guy. I want his T-shirt.
He sells
tea that has been fertilized with Panda poo. I bought a few bags as a joke, but apparently, it's a local specialty. Don't laugh.
Susan and the special Panda
tea shopping bag.
This guy
sells all shades of amber. I almost bought a red amber ring, but he couldn't tell me how it was made and it looked suspiciously like plastic.
A huge hunk
of Tibetan turquoise?
Vases made from
a special kind of wax that was apparently immune to the hot, harsh lighting at the booth where it was displayed.
Lots
and lots of amber.
Susan
On the ride home
in a popcorn cart.