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Barry from Australia is a questioning soul who looks at social issues from an alternative point of view and instead of asking, “Why?”, he asks “Why not?” He’s convinced that many of his previous incarnations were spent in China. He feels drawn to the people there; attracted by their rich culture and way of life. If given one wish from God, he’d reply, “I want everyone on Earth to be the same colour, speak the same language, and treat each other as they themselves would like to be treated.”
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My China Trip - Day 22, Part 8 我的中国之行-第22天,第8部分    

By Barry Pittman
2341 Views | 3 Comments | 1/19/2015 2:05:40 PM

“Do they really eat the fish that they catch there?” I ask Tina as we walked slowly past a bunch of fishermen with lines dangling limply into the muddy waters of the Shawan River.  Tina and I were on our way home, after a big afternoon of exploring many of the back block areas around her home town of Shawan.

“I’m not sure, Barry - I guess they do” replied Tina.

Given the smog problem from the factories that lurked around the outskirts of town, I’d bet that the water in the river wasn’t the cleanest.  I certainly wouldn’t be in a hurry to eat anything that came from there.  But this begged the question – where did the fish that I ate here in the shops on most days originate from.

I shook my head.  This was another question I wasn’t particularly keen on finding the answer to.  Just another one of very many riddles in fact, that increasingly began to taunt and tease me on this amazing and eye opening journey. 

As we came nearer to Tina’s apartment, my spirits buoyed.  I felt a sense of pride and happiness.  Pride that I had possessed the courage to undertake this challenging trip in the first place.  To actively pursue and carry through with my dream of Chinese online dating. And feelings of happiness that things seemed to be working out well.  Tina and I had met, fallen in love and were great friends with each other.  What could be better than this?  What more could’ve been expected?

“We missed our afternoon nap, Barry – maybe we could have it now?”

“Sure Tina, let’s do it!”

I didn’t hesitate for more than a second.  On our afternoon naps, Tina and I routinely did anything but nap!  We engaged in beautiful acts of intimacy that increasingly drew us closer and closer together.  If Chinese ladies weren’t the most lovely and sexy females in the world, they’d be close to it.  How or why they chose to be with very outwardly plain people such as myself, I had no idea.  I simply and very thankfully accepted that for some reason, they did. As it so happened, I’d previously written an entire blog article about this subject that can be seen here:

As Tina and I lay on the bed some time later, suddenly Tina cried out,

“Come on Barry – don’t be so lazy.  It’s time for our afternoon hike in the hills!”

“Okay Tina, but at least let me put on my clothes and some walking shoes!” I laughed. 

Fortunately for her, I loved walking in the Shawan hills more than anyone else I knew, except maybe for Tina herself.  They were just so fascinating to walk around, with small vegetable crops scattered here and there, curious old farmhouses and fascinating farmers and their hard working families.  The trails around here shitted all over those around my home town of Brisbane, as far as variety of terrain, glorious isolation and general all round interest was concerned.

Living with Tina was constantly a go-go-go type of situation.  She never watched television and always seemed to have something to do.  One thing that particularly struck me was her love of reading ebooks on her smart phone.  She seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of these and whenever the opportunity arose, she’d be reading, peering intently at her phone.

“What type of books interest you most, Tina?” I’d asked on a couple of occasions.

“I like books about Buddha.  Books about spirituality and life.”

Obviously Tina wasn’t your normal, average lady.  But then again, nor was I your average guy.  They say that opposites attract, but in our situation, it seemed that philosophical compatibility had formed a big attraction.  I’ve remarked previously that to me, Tina’s inner beauty was to me the most precious part of her.  This was illustrated by her choice in reading material.  Though as I kept wondering, I had no real idea what she actually saw in me, were I to be brutally honest.

We left the apartment and headed towards the Shawan Bidge, that then lead to the foothills around the town.  Every time I set foot on the bridge, I jogged the half kilometer or so to the other side.  Tina was happy enough to simply walk across.  Why I didn’t want to walk across it also, I had no idea.  I always felt compelled to run across it.

On the far side of the river lay a large “Mississippi Queen” type of houseboat, about fifty metres long with two levels.  I reckoned it would’ve been a great place to live.   I always stopped to take a look at it, until Tina would catch up with me.

“Tina, why don’t we find out the owners of this boat and ask if they’d want to sell it.  I reckon we could scrape it down, repaint it and put up rows of flashing coloured lights all over it.  We could then rent out the ground level to be used as a floating restaurant and we could live on the top two levels.  I reckon it’d be great – what do you think?”

“Barry, sometimes you act like a big boy.  That’s the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard of!” Tina laughed.

I’d mentioned this entrepreneurial concept to Tina two or three times now, but always met resistance.  Why couldn’t she visualize what I could see?  Where was her sense of adventure and excitement?

Our hike on this day extended for a little over an hour, shorter than normal due to the fact we’d been on our feet most of the day.  The heat of summer was oppressive also, with high humidity hanging limply in the air.

As I lay in bed that night, I reflected on the many varied things I’d so far experienced on this journey. I’d learnt so much, becoming enriched, enraptured and enmeshed within a myriad of different thoughts, sensations and feelings.

I’ve said this before but feel compelled to repeat it. China was an amazing yet contradictory potpourri indeed, an enormous melting pot of the good, the bad and the ugly. Life here was a marvelous dream for the rich, a restive slumber for the middle classes, an appalling tragedy for the very poor. 

I innately sensed this journey, this quest into the unknown, was far from over.  More surprises, more grave emotional shocks, were in store for me, lurking ahead in the menacing darkness of unravelling time.  Goose bumps suddenly formed on my arms. The back of my neck went icy cold. The disturbing touch of a thousand unknown fears brushed over my soul. 

Something big was ahead.  Something life changing.

But what?

To be continued – Day 23, Part 1


 “我不知道,巴里 - 我猜他们吃的” 蒂娜答道。

鉴于潜伏在城镇郊区的工厂造成的烟雾问题,我敢打赌河里的水最不干净。我当然不会急于吃来自那的任何东西。但回避实质问题 -我大部分时间在商店吃的鱼源自哪里?



“我们错过午睡了,巴里 - 也许现在可以睡?”




“来吧巴里 - 不要这么懒。现在是我们下午去爬山的时候了!“









“蒂娜,我们为什么不找下船的主人,问下是否想要卖掉它。我们可以把它的漆刮掉重新涂过,挂满闪烁的彩灯。然后把底层出租用作流动餐厅,我们住在上面两层。我觉得会很棒 - 你觉得呢?”





Anchor 我之前曾说过,但觉得有必要再重复。中国的生活百态的确是令人惊异的集锦,好的,坏的,丑的,一个无所不包的巨大熔炉。对富人而言,这里的生活是丰富多彩的梦,对中产阶层而言,是断断续续的睡眠,对非常穷苦的人就是令人震惊的悲剧。





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#2015-06-20 12:38:38 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

I like this article a lot Barry, but unfortunately I am on the road for 10 days and can't stand trying to comment on my tablet. I will get on a computer and tell you why I like it asap. Cheers, John

#2015-06-20 23:27:09 by paulfox1 @paulfox1


Is 'shitted' a word? lol I always thought it was 'shat'
But you re right about the rivers. I affectionately call them the 'rivers of cyanide' but they do provide the 'fresh' fish for restaurants, as do fish farms.

Fortunately I'm not a big eater of fish so it's easy for me to avoid it, but generally speaking Chinese people love fish

#2015-06-21 09:23:05 by Barry1 @Barry1


"I like this article a lot Barry"

Thanks for this, John.

I'm trying to keep my story simple, without too much glamour or pretentiousness.

If some people such as yourself like it, then the exercise in writing it has been well worthwhile, thank you. (wasntme)

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