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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Chinese Traffic - Da Qing Blues</title><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/</link><description>In 2002 I spent 6 months in Da Qing, a city in Northern China, between Mongolia and the Russian border. This is a small selection of the stories I wrote home about the goings on in that flat, cold, but fascinating place.  </description><language>en-AU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Chinese Traffic - Da Qing Blues</title><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/49/ac870f0a1a4f44c125cb5f69de106a_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>Thanks ... and entirely true ... I still don't know why she was crying on the pavement, though I have given it much thought over the years. &lt;br&gt;
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All the best. </description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c5266163</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:17:02 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>Yes, Joe really hit the nail on the head with that one. Congrats mate. A top story.</description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c5265545</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:48:55 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>Yes, Joe really hit the nail on the head with that one. Congrats mate. A top story.</description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c5265542</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:48:25 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>Thanks for your invitation, you write very well, you'r wellcome on my blog too.Ciao,kiki</description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c1079572</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 08:52:35 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>I had no idea.  And considering I'd just come into the country I had no Chinese to ask. &lt;br&gt;
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I got the impression the guy was her boyfriend, largely because he was just squatting there in his beautiful clothes, smoking a cigarette while she kind of writhed about on the pavement moaning and sobbing.  &lt;br&gt;
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It was very surreal, and being Chinese, they paid no attention to us - even if they had have been embarrassed they wouldn't have shown it, because that's loss of face. So the guy was very dignified - in fact, they both were, in that they just went about their business as if we weren't there - she with her sobbing on the ground, and him with him gazing into the night sky smoking while he waited for her to calm down (I presume that's what he was doing, anyway). &lt;br&gt;
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So, together with the skewered dog being barbequed with a blowtorch down the alley, it was, as I said very surreal - and, I found out, largely out of character.  In fact, I would have to say, that first night I arrived wasthe most surreal night of all my time in China... the rest of my time in China has been relatively normal compared to that.... sort of....well, almost....actually, ...not really...it is, after all, gorgeous, mad, fascinating China. &lt;br&gt;
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</description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c73076</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2005 02:25:13 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:Harbin Blues</title><description>I want to know what the beautiful Chinese girl was crying about. Had the guy who was with her, just attacked her or what?</description><link>http://sankhara.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/harbin_blues/#c73065</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2005 02:08:43 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
