Sunday, 23 August 2015

Four Dishes and One Soup

Originally posted on 26th April 2015


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View of Tianluokeng Tulou
View of Tianluokeng Tulou
No, for once I’m not talking about food.  Four Dishes and One Soup is the name that the Fujian locals give to this cluster of Tulou buildings that we went to see.  Why the name? –  because their shapes, square oval, circular and oval remind the Chinese, ever interested in food themselves, of dishes gathered on a table for a meal.  We had been driven to the TianLuoKeng Tulou by our extraordinary taxi driver and had come over the ridge of a range of hills and down a couple of bends before coming to a viewing platform that gave us this bird’s-eye view of these exceptional buildings.  Having looked down from above, we were then taken down the hill to have a look inside each of them.
Tulou Construction
Tulou Construction
They are inward looking collective housing, built on stone foundations but then made from packed mud.  During construction the mud mixed with glutinous rice is reinforced with bamboo and wood chips.  There are no windows on the outside for the first two floors and they only have one entrance as they are first and foremost castles, built to protect the villagers from marauding bandits and wild animals.

Windows at third and fourth floor only
Windows at third and fourth floor only
Only one entrance for each building
Only one entrance for each building
Each building, be it circular, oval or square is large enough to be lived in by a single clan of Fujian people.
Inside it is like walking into The Globe Theatre in London.  In the same way, there is an
Internal wooden structure
Internal wooden structure
internal wooden structure pointing inwards from the mud walls, which contains the clans’ bedrooms, storage rooms and living quarters in exactly the same way as the Globe upper stories but in that case they are for an audience, and similarly the centre of the building is open to the atmosphere just as at The Globe.  Each one also has that quiet and over-awing atmosphere that The Globe Theatre has, because I assume the wooden structure absorbs the noise from the inside, as well as it rising out of the central opening, and the mud walls  shelter those inside from any external noises.  The atmosphere was extraordinary.
Entrances to Ground Floor rooms and staircases
Entrances to Ground Floor rooms and staircases
Crop Baskets hanging from a balcony
Crop Baskets hanging from a balcony
Whilst the wooden structure provides terraced-housing style privacy the lives of these clans is very much conducted in the centre of the Tulou for all to see and share.  In general the bedrooms are on the top floors, which are over storage rooms and inside living rooms are on the lower floors, which have doors to give some protection and privacy.  The upper floors of each house within the community seemed to be reached via shared staircases – at least that appeared to be the case in the ones that we could see into.  Balconies are used for hanging up crops to dry or for extra storage room. All the rooms are small – life is mainly conducted outside.
Dining tables on the raised Dais
Dining tables on the raised Dais
Wok burners next to the dais
Wok burners next to the dais
Different Tulou communities set themselves up in slightly different ways, but in general they seemed to have their dining tables on the circular dais that extended out from underneath the wooden structures. Then, further in towards the centre of the circle were
sinks and ring burners for woks (the electric wok heater above stood alongside a more modern gas one) and then the centre of the whole edifice would be used for perhaps animals, more tables and chairs, drying tables or canopies for storage.
Electric wok Burner
Electric wok Burner
The Kitchen Sink
The Kitchen Sink
Canopy used for storage
Canopy used for storage
Tulou One had many canopies in the central circle
Tulou One had many canopies in the central circle
















Another Tulou had a slightly different set up for its kitchens; and another one a slightly different placement of kitchens and burners, but on all on the same principle:
Kitchen Three
Kitchen Three
Kitchen Two
Kitchen Two


Four dishes and One Soup From below
Four dishes and One Soup From below
Climbing up to one of the dishes
Climbing up to one of the dishes

Tulou roof tiling
Tulou roof tiling
Wooden external platform
Wooden external platform
The four dishes and one soup Tulou were built on the side of the hill and consequently they were all at different levels, which meant that we could take a closer look at the roof of one of them, which was tiled in the traditional Chinese manner.  At least one of the Tulou had a platform built just below the top floor outside windows, but I don’t know what it was for.  It didn’t go all the way round the building – perhaps it was for laying out crops to dry.
Water Stand Pipes
Water Stand Pipes
Each Tulou had been modernised with electricity and running water, but outside or inside each one we found old wells which have now been put to other uses such as housing goldfish or terrapins and each building had its own shrine.
Electricity meters
Electricity meters
Tulou Well
Tulou Well
Shrine
Shrine

Life seems to be carried on in quite a relaxed way here
Sunday lunch
Sunday lunch
Tea table with its built-in drain
Tea table with its built-in drain
and they did seem to be taking the gawping tourists in their stride, selling craft and farm produce, meals and rooms to whoever was interested.  We had to pay at a checkpoint to enter
Bamboo Cloche
Bamboo Cloche
this particular region, so I assume they have some deal with the local tourist board – other clusters of Tulou houses are apparently not so welcoming.  Those  owned by the Hakka are more communal, those by the indigenous Minnan (Fuijainese) people have less communal space with each house having its own patio.  Some 46 of the 3000 Tulou have been conferred with UNESCO world heritage status and have been built in this manner for millennia. Life goes on inside much as ever: washing hair, pulverising nuts, drying animal skins and using bamboo cloches to protect crops grown around the houses.
Washing Hair
Washing Hair
Pulverising Nuts
Pulverising Nuts
Drying Animal Skin
Drying Animal Skin

Sunday lunch
Sunday lunch
Tea table with its built-in drain
Tea table with its built-in drain
The structures are warm in winter and cool in summer and judging by the debris and people still sitting around on this Sunday afternoon most had had a good lunch and a refreshing cup of tea. 

We moved on from this particular Tulou structure to another Tulou – this time one that stands alone, but it is the tallest roundhouse in Fujiang.  It has its own gatehouse and 270 rooms.
Yuchang Lou
Yuchang Lou
Gatehouse to Yuchang Lou
Gatehouse to Yuchang Lou
Gateway to Yuchang Lou
Gateway to Yuchang Lou
Inside Yuchang Lou
Inside Yuchang Lou
Temple inside Yuchang Lou
Temple inside Yuchang Lou
Each room and kitchen on the ground floor apparently has its own well.  The three hundred year old internal wooden structure is bending one way on the third floor and in the opposite direction on the fifth floor, redolent of the King’s English bookshop in Canterbury: but what strikes you most about this building is the sheer size of the place.  You can stay in most of these Tulou for around £10-£16 a night, so our guidebook says.  It says that things are pretty basic with
Furry animal
Furry animal
a bed, a thermos of hot water and a fan provided with the toilets usually on the outside and gates shutting around 8pm.  A local family will cook you a meal for around around £3.  However it does say to bring a flashlight and bug repellent  – judging by what we saw, a rat trap might be useful as well.


To Zhangzhou and Onto TianLuoKeng Tulou

Originally posted on 25th April 2015

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London Taxi in Amoy
London Taxi in Amoy
After visiting Gulang Yu on Saturday we left on Sunday morning to travel further inland towards the company factory that is in Fujian Province (there are others elsewhere in this vast country).  Our taxi, unlike the normal ones both in Xiamen and Shanghai which are very worn out VW Jettas, was a brand new London taxi.  I’ve seen a couple in Shanghai, but it was quite a surprise to find one turning up at our hotel in Amoy.  I think they are now being made in China, but I may be wrong.  We were heading to the next city in land up the Jiulong River to Zhangzhou a small city of about 4
Seafront cranes on Xiamen
Seafront cranes on Xiamen
Gantry of the Xiamen Shipbuilding Industry company Ltd
Gantry of the Xiamen Shipbuilding Industry company Ltd
million people, about the size of Birmingham.  As we headed off the island across one of the five bridges that join the island to the mainland, we could see evidence of huge shipping activity, judging by the cranes on the seafront and shipbuilding – the gantry in the right hand picture says it’s the Xiamen Shipbuilding Industry Co. Ltd. Along our route there much evidence of housing construction going on, with many cranes on the top of many tower blocks:

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Cement works
Cement works
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Cement works sub-station
And Richard, who years and years ago used to work in production in a Blue Circle cement works  in Jordan on the top of the Ma’an Plateau, says that this was a cement works.  It would certainly need a massive power supply and it had a large electricity sub-station to prove it.  Whilst there was evidence of endless vertical housing going up all over the place we did see one or two traditional structures:

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Old Brick Works
Old Brick Works
In the same area as the cement works we could see the remains of what had been a thriving brick industry, but all of the places were very dilapidated, as China has moved on from bricks to concrete.  It’s just such a pity that what they are building in most places (and this is true even in some parts of Shanghai, which in general has some excellent, though dense, housing ) are vertical rabbit warrens with no redeeming features.  When we arrived at Zhangzhou this was the sight that greeted us:
Modern Housing Zhangzhou
Modern Housing Zhangzhou
Oh Dear Housing
Oh Dear Housing
row upon row of the same high rise blocks packed in densely one behind the other and we had a view of exactly the same design of tower blocks from our 5* hotel room (for the equivalent of £45 per night) in the same town, just a different street.  We felt depressed.  Wouldn’t you feel depressed?  Perhaps it is much better housing than they had before; but I worry for their souls.  Our hotel lobby however was in the grand communist style with a vast atrium and a huge rectangular chandelier the size of a tennis court.  The occupancy was low.  Hubris lurked around every corner. Although it was lunchtime, as soon as we arrived we booked another taxi to take us straight on to see some of the local traditional housing here in Fujian Province, known as Tulou.  After we had had a quick wash and brush up we joined our unusually careful and female
Siesta Time
Siesta Time
Church in Zhangzhou
Church in Zhangzhou
taxi driver whom the hotel had arranged to take us.  We passed a man having a siesta on his tricycle – as I think I’ve said before the Chinese seem to be able to sleep anywhere and we were surprised to see a tall Church.  I wasn’t sure whether the church was the whole building when we saw it from the taxi, but looking at the photo now, I think it is just a church put on top of a tower block. I had been lulled into a false sense of security however about our taxi driver. I had got the feeling that our afternoon was going to be calmer than is normal inside a taxi in China  – more English in style  – but how wrong I was. We soon lost the careful driver, replaced by I think her husband, who was on the more aggressive end of the Chinese taxi driver spectrum. After a few miles of his driving Richard and I decided that we were somewhere in a cross between Italy south of Naples and Jordan.  In the former, undertaking is de riguer, hands on the steering wheel are an optional extra and driving 6 inches from the car in front is the norm. In Jordan it is OK to overtake on a blind summit, on a blind corner, fill a road so there is nowhere for the oncoming traffic to go….. but since then I have realised that we should
Traffic jam
Traffic jam
have put another country into the mix, India.  As in India three or four people to a moped with toddlers squeezed in-between the adults is the norm and that was certainly happening here and we were practically shaving their legs as we drove past.  The worst I think I saw was three adults on a scooter and a baby, under one years of age, lying flat across one the adults’ laps as we whooshed past.  Several times I couldn’t look.  Many times my foot braked to no avail.  And a lot of air whistled through my teeth.  And then we reached a traffic jam.
Richard and our taxi
Richard and our taxi
The view from the traffic jam
The view from the traffic jam
Our driver managed to sit for about 2 minutes in the queue before getting out to see what was going on.  We got out too to relieve the tension and have a look at the view.  He was back shortly and turned the taxi round and went back into the tunnel, all the while shouting into his mobile phone and seeming not to care about the oncoming traffic.  At the other end of the tunnel he shouted back into his phone again and back round we went and back into the tunnel.  Back at the end of the queue where Richard is standing in the photograph our driver turned left and we went straight down a farm track – down the hill in the picture on the right.  Don’t be fooled by the picture of the concrete – that didn’t last.  It was like driving down one of the vertical tracks on the Malvern Hills. I thought we were going to get stuck as we were only in a two-wheel drive car, but we didn’t.  I thought that we were going to ground the car as we reached the bottom road, but we didn’t (well not much) and off we set through the hamlet on the lower road at high speed.  We could then see what was causing the delay  – a landslip further down the road and a digger at the top of it lobbing boulders down the slope onto the road where we should have been.
Hamlet on the lower road
Hamlet on the lower road
Digger lobbing rocks down onto the road
Digger lobbing rocks down onto the road
Vosges-like mountains
Vosges-like mountains
Once we had got out of the Jiulong River valley which is being heavily built-up we drove through miles of banana groves and then as the road started to climb the houses and the countryside reminded us of the Vosges in France.  We went up and up through winding valleys and reached several orchards of trees that smelt fantastic, with a smell that was redolent of soap.  I have been trying to work out ever since what type of tree they were.  Richard thinks that they were citrus trees but I think they could have been
Citrus? or
Citrus? or
Osmanthus?
Osmanthus?
Tea Garden
Tea Garden
osmanthus.  There were no obvious flowers on the trees for blossom to have been responsible for the smell, but it was extraordinary.  The smell appeared to come from the leaves and or the bark. Do let me know if you know what they are.  And further up above these trees, on still steeper hillsides were tea gardens, planted in terraces and in thin strips to allow the bushes to be picked from either side.  We finally reached the TianLuoKeng Tulou of which more in my next post. On the way back to our hotel in Zhangzhou all was repeated in reverse except we didn’t acquire the man’s wife for the final leg and other cars on the farm track detour got stuck as others were coming down towards us.  Richard had got out to see if he could help and then the taxi driver got himself around a stuck car and raced all the way to the top, leaving Richard to climb all the way to the top in the heat.  Richard felt that he was ready for a beer after that.  Our driver thought it was all very funny.

Postscript

I noticed when we were going around the Tulou that he prayed at one of the buddhist shrines there.  So I understood.  It didn’t matter how he drove because he was going to be reincarnated no matter how he died, just as, according to Richard, the cement lorry drivers and the petrol tanker drivers coming down off the plateau Tafilah/Ma’an Plateau down to Aqaba on the King’s Highway in Jordan believe that if they die it is just Allah’s Will.