Pride and Sweat at the Swim Arena Complex 2000

Tonight I was invited to go swimming with Yaya and her friend at a hotel on the west end of town. I was told that it was more than a pool, but I didn’t really know anything about it. Turns out it’s on the 5th floor of the California Hotel, a towering structure that I couldn’t even see the top of when I was standing in front of the building. When I arrive on the 5th floor I spend 15 minutes walking aimlessly through a seemingly never-ending labrynth of hallways lined with art galleries which I could see through glass walls. When I find the swimming area, it opens into a gigantic area which holds a number of indoor and outdoor pools, spas, saunas, and fountains. The ceiling, which is a glass skylight, is 50 feet over my head which ocassionally makes me forget that I’m inside a glass structure. The ambience of the area is tremendous and not like anything I’ve ever seen before, even at country clubs crowded with millionaires wearing polo shirts with crests on them. I think they spend their money on sand traps or whatever, though.

I spent a few hours hanging out in and around the giant pool, and then traversed the pool courtyard to another area with a few smaller pools. These were like jacuzzis; the outside of the pools were lined with jets, but each pool was a different temperature. One was very warm, one really hot, and one really cold. What they do is first get into the warm pool, then the hot pool, and finally sit in the freezing cold water for a few minutes. They all insisted to me that it’s good for your skin as soon as I started to ask questions about why anyone would do that. I wasn’t very anxious to try until Yaya did it before me. I’m not joking about the water, either – you could serve it in a glass on a hot day as ice water. Yaya yelped as she eased into the cold water as quickly as she could, so I jumped in all at once, under the surface. I popped back up and sat in the pool with her for a few minutes before I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I sat there for a moment wondering what was going on until I got out and sort of crawled back into the warm water (my feet were numb) where I couldn’t feel my legs at all. It was fun!

Afterwards I sat in the sauna, which wasn’t actually very sauna-like, but had great music. They seemed to call it “Chinese Night Music”. It easily beats their daytime music.

April 27, 2006|

Back in China

Herro!

After a full day of transit, (6 hours to NYC, 15 hours to Beijing, 2 hours to Chengdu) I’m back in my apartment. It’s really great that I wasn’t robbed while I was gone. It’s great to be back, but it feels strangely different. This is my first time coming to China from America and coming straight to my apartment. I guess it really hits me that this is my home when I arrive here and take a taxi straight to my apartment which I open with my key. Maybe that doesn’t make much sense; it feels strangely natural to come back here after being reacclimated to hamburger and CNN environment for 30 days.

I knew I was back when I started hitting my head on everything again; I hit my head twice on the plane, and one time a woman saw me and instead of laughing made a total “oh shit! ow!” grimace which made me laugh. Welcome back to Asia.

I haven’t gotten a full night of sleep in four or five days, but sleeping sporadically for a few hours at a time. First I had to wake up early for the dentists appointment, then for my flight out of NYC, and then I could only catch a few hours of sleep at a time on the transcontinental flight. It’s cool though, even though it’s 4:30am here I’ve almost completely unpacked and cleaned the place up a bit. Dust tends to collect when you leave your apartment for a month.

Tenzin and Jovian are still in SF, but I think Kensho is in town. Ben is in London but arrives Sunday and Sascha has finally made it to Thailand, so I have some quiet time to get everything together.

I had a great time in America for the month though and really appreciate the time I was able to spend with my good friends. I regret not being able to see a few of them (Kat, Steve, Marcus, Alexandra) but I know that’ll come with time.

Hopefully the next time I leave China will be for the Phillipines.

April 22, 2006|
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