High Speed Trains and Slow Speed Traffic

Monday 24th March

It was quite a long approach to Shanghai, we took on two pilots at 2:30am, one for the approaches and the other for the Chang Jiang estuary of the Huangpu River close to where it joins the Yangtze River. The Yangtze is Asia’s longest river at 3,900 miles and is the scene of that famous Incident involving HMS Amethyst. Both rivers are light brown to yellow with the sediment brought down and are known locally as yellow river (or sometimes, mud river) which is probably the origin of the Yellow Sea’s name as they both flow into its southern end. Shanghai is the fourth busiest port in the world and it looks it, as a constant stream of ships has passed us inbound and outbound sometimes two or three abreast. We went ashore for a trip on the maglev train out to the airport and the journey from the port to the station took over an hour through what appeared to be thousands and thousands of residential high rise tower blocks. With a population of 8.8 million, Shanghai is not what you call an attractive city though it is impressive by virtue of its sheer size. Some of the individual buildings are unusual, but as they seem to have been placed merely to outdo their immediate neighbour and the whole effect is one of piecemeal development, all a bit of a hotchpotch really. We arrived at Longman Road Station and boarded the train to Pudong International Airport station. The journey was to take eight minutes and reach a maximum speed of 431 km/h but we only got up to 301 km/h in both the outbound and inbound journey, but it was an impressive journey given the rate of acceleration for a train full of passengers and the closing speed of some 700 plus km/h when two trains pass each other. From the maglev we moved on to the Jinmao Tower to see the city from the observation platform taking the express lift at a speed of 9 metres per second to height of 384 metres (approx 1300ft) in 45 seconds. From there we got the true scale of the city (and the true scale of pollution in the form of smog), however looking down inside the tower we had a stomach churning view of the foyer of the hotel some 54 floors below us, not a view for the faint hearted. All things considered it was an interesting visit but Shanghai is not the sort of city you can take to your heart and the journey back to the ship underlined that fact as it took, getting on for 1hr 45mins for the return journey, put people who were taking second trips under some pressure. Interestingly enough for a city with so much traffic (55,000 taxis) the cost of a driving licence alone is twelve thousand US dollars, and at one stage the council was issuing two new ones a month. Extreme measures for parking spaces such as sharing a space with another car on alternate days, I don’t know where they park when it’s the other persons turn. Some streets are closed at night and turned into car parks. And get this, you can be given the death sentence for drunk driving at the most extreme. Driving is a bit of a nightmare, as to give way is to lose face and that goes for giving way to pedestrians at a pedestrian crossings, so to cross the road you launch yourselves as a crowd with your fingers crossed. They call it the sticky rice technique, you just have to hope it doesn’t turn into a stick mess technique.

Day at Sea

Tuesday 25th March

Last night we were at dinner on our own as the other four were ashore watching a late acrobatic show and were not due back on board until about 10:00pm so as a result we were finished early and decided to go up to the commodores lounge to have a drink and watch our departure from Shanghai in comfort, serenaded by a crooning piano player. Almost spot on 10:30pm we cast off, slid sideways from the quay for about 1,000 metres (no 180° turn this time) until we could slip into the stream of traffic leaving the port. When I say port I don’t mean port in the way that I understand port to mean i.e. an area where ships can tie up and take on or discharge cargo like Felixstowe or Harwich. I mean ‘P O R T’ as in the size of a Country! We seized the opportunity to slip into a gap in the continuous stream of passing vessels, in a manner that you would join the motorway from a slip road. Bearing in mind that this is late at night and there was a stream of vessels of a similar density heading into the port, which begged the question where in hell are they coming from and going to? Well, looking upstream we could see, as far as our eyes could see, illuminated berths on both sides of the river with working cranes dealing with the lucky ones who managed to get alongside. To say we were transfixed would be an understatement, everywhere we looked were ships, manoeuvring, crossing and waiting their chance to get wherever they were trying to get. I guess this is why we need two pilots. But what is the most gobsmacking fact of all this is only the fourth busiest port in the world. I’d love to see the busiest. Anyway we secured our place in the main flow and accelerated up to the speed of the lane we were in (there being three lanes, as any self-respecting motorway of ships would have. A bit disconcerting as in the dark the banks look closer and the ships appear from nowhere). We must have watched this procession for about 45mins before we decided to call it a night and wander off to our cabin. After getting changed for bed, I noticed we were still passing wharf, so I got the binoculars and spent another hour or so absorbed in the riverside, as by resting them on the window I could watch a continuous ribbon of wharfs pass by. When I finally decided to call it a day, I put the TV on channel 40 to see if we were anywhere near the mouth of the river. The forward looking bridge Webcam showed, for as far as I could see on camera, more wharf, so I thought sod it! (Language Michael). I now know how HMS Amethyst must have felt trying to escape down river; the river never seems to end (yes! yes! know, we were in a different river, but you know what I mean). I clambered into bed and watched until I felt asleep, more and more cranes ………..zzzzzzzzzzz. When I opened my eyes, I thought I had imbibed too much, as there was nothing to see, no land, no sky and no sea, just fug (is that a word?) The sea was as calm as you could expect in the East China Sea, but it could only be seen by looking straight down from the rail i.e. 10 metres we had cloud down to sea level, normal for here, some people call it fog, the captain included. The sea state was a green oily swell but it was spoilt by the rubbish that floated by, a lot of it was seaweed, some clumps bigger than small islands, but appallingly there was a huge amount of flotsam and jetsam (i.e. rubbish) old fishing net buoys, drums and plastic cups and amongst it was a rather nasty scum floating within the rafts of seaweed. It is the dirtiest sea I have ever seen. Weather is improving. The chill of Japan and the bitter wind of Korea are now behind us and the temperature for tomorrow is predicted to be 28°C as once more we head south. We are tracking the Chinese coast, following the busy shipping lanes travelling through a lot of fishing areas.

Robert Winston gave another of his excellent talks “Bad Ideas” will we still be humans in 100 years? Will manipulating genes to improve the human race lead to consequences we didn’t intend, will it lead to the objectives that Hitler set out to achieve, the perfect human race? Followed by Ian Browns talk on Kenneth Noyes life of crime, getting away with murder of a police officer, escaping sting through a bent police sergeant. Another Chinese port tomorrow looking forward to seeing what this one has to offer.

Bronze ‘d Runners

Wednesday 26th March

Probably the most unpleasant awakening of the voyage so far. We were creeping along in thick ‘smog’ it looked like sea mist until we opened the veranda door. Stepping out I was caught in the back of the throat by the acidic taste of Xiamen’s finest pollution. It was most unpleasant, not the same as a bad smell, the like of which you get in some of the more ‘exotic’ cities of the world, the sort that hits you, then gradually subsumes itself into the general atmosphere before becoming part of the experience as you get used to it, until you no longer notice it at all. This was seriously, chemically unpleasant to the extent it was uncomfortable when you breathed in and we weren’t even there yet.

Whilst at breakfast gloomily staring out at the fog scape we had the announcement that we would be an hour late in arriving, we weren’t sure if this was good or bad news. Our tour was billed as ‘Leisurely Xiamen’ and we were (unusually) pre-warned by Cunard not to expect too much from the tour as the guides were students. This advice turned out to be correct, but not for the reasons given in their letter. Our guide (a young lady called Summer) was good despite being hamstrung by events beyond her control. Her English was excellent (and a subject she said she loved) but the microphone and a poor sound system, coupled with the barracking by an American guy who was shouting that couldn’t hear, unnerved her. The bus had, should we say, seen better days and the severe whine from the rear diff made normal conversation difficult, let alone hearing what Summer had to say. Summer also had difficulty with the driver who seemed to want to go the way he wanted, rather than the way she was indicating meaning that she was left to talk about areas that she had no information about and not prepared for. I am not sure how the trip had been sold to Cunard, but I hope they listen to the feedback (Cunard take note please!). But it wasn’t all bad Summer was excellent in pointing out the good in Xiamen (pronounced Sharman by the way). They had landscaped every bit of spare ground, even very narrow verges in an attempt to bring green into this concrete jungle and draw the eye away from some massive shabby/grubby apartment buildings. Right in the middle of the city they had built a park around an old sea inlet which had become marooned by various landfill schemes and called it Egret Park. In the centre was a statue of a nude washing her hair with an Egret perched on her shoulder. Summer told us that she was the Egret Goddess and she symbolised cleanliness as an Egret would not live where it wasn’t clean. She then rather spoilt it by complaining that the girl had a European face, not a Chinese one. We continued on to a stone dragon boat with stone rowers (paddlers?) which symbolised the strength and stamina of the Chinese people. Was I mistaken or did I hear echoes of Chairman Mao at this point. Anyway we returned to the bus, encountering on our way two our three other groups who had been told to make their own way across this park and were not at all happy.

Back on the bus Summer explained we would be passing some buildings built by European settlers which the Chinese called Horse Riding buildings because they looked like horses feet. Wider at the bottom than at the top due to the veranda roofs built to protect passer-by’s from the sun and rain. These turned out to be in a very rundown condition which was odd considering how proud they were of them. I did notice that quite a few of them also had gardens on their roofs. The publicity blurb in the daily programme told us that this city was one of China’s cleanest, we had a little difficulty with that statement. Perhaps the recalcitrant driver was determined to give us the warts and all tour. Things got a little better as we drove out along the coast to the second goddess who was broken hearted over some lost love. We only got bits of the story because of the background noise, but when we got there the statue was staring out to sea towards Taiwan longing to be there. (I could understand, goddess number two, I was with you on that). We were being inundated with beggars and peddlers, one was selling sticks of twisted sugar coated crispy bread like substance. His sales pitch consisted of repeating over and over again hello, hello, hello in a very high pitch voice. And perhaps he would have had some success were it not for the fact the bundle was tucked under a very sweaty armpit and it was being adjusted frequently by a very grubby hand. One didn’t like to dwell too much on what that hand had been recently used for. Whilst we waited for the rest of the coach to finish admiring the beach, the goddess and the bordering gardens, I noticed that a narrow strip of grass (about 10 yards wide) running all along the sea front had, at intervals, life size bronze statues of marathon runners. We were told that these statues were reproductions of actual runners in a marathon run in the city that had passed along this road. As we drove along we passed runner after runner, in all there was a total of ninety nine runners and towards the back was someone in a wheelchair being pushed by another runner and a very puffed looking overweight guy bringing up the rear. It was a very effective way of bringing a long, otherwise ordinary strip of grass and bushes to life.

Back in the city we were dropped off for an hours shopping in their main shopping street crossing a six lane road to get there. Drivers do not obey the pedestrian crossing rules of most countries so we adopted the sticky rice technique we had been taught in Shanghai, rush out in a group and stick together, they don’t like running into too many people at once it takes too much explaining why they didn’t see us all. We got there but we did feel a bit like those Africans getting their Sunday roast, oh! I forgot I didn’t tell you that story did I. (One for the pub then, when conversation flags. Don’t groan like that). Well shopping took all of ten minutes and we sheltered (sorry browsed) in a department store with air conditioning until it was time to repeat our sticky rice technique and return to the bus. Fifteen minutes later we were back at the ship thanking Summer for a lovely trip and telling her it didn’t matter that the driver was bolshy and the coach was too noisy because her commentary was excellent and her English was too. She ended up with a fist full of notes so I guess she was partly convinced, but we knew it had been a trial for her and not of her making. The day ended quite pleasantly because we went for drinks with a couple from Australia (Bill and Maxine) at our dinner table who are leaving the ship in Hong Kong. We spent a couple of hours on their balcony quaffing some very nice Australian wine and watching the sun sink into the skyline of tower blocks across the harbour before continuing around the dinner table. Thus ended our mixed day in Xiamen, following dinner we wandered around the upper deck for one last look before retiring. As there was not going to be any Japanese type farewell we decided against staying up to watch our departure at midnight.

Nagasaki – Photos

Busan – Photos

Shanghai – Photos

Xiamen – Photos

Day at Sea

Thursday 27th March

Meant to have a lie in this morning but for some reason we were awake with the lark and just as well really, because we were welcomed with a tranquil sea and misty morning that was bordering on eerie. I was checking the TV to see where we were when Carol said come and look at this. There, floating down our starboard side, was a disembodied island. When I say disembodied I mean we couldn’t see the sea that far out, all we could see was this little peak in the mist. So I took a photo. If I can get them uploaded in Hong Kong tomorrow you’ll see what I mean. We were sailing through the last bit of the Taiwan Strait before entering the South China Sea again and as I may have mentioned before this is a dirty area. We really are sailing through some muck, if they had been searching for that aircraft here they would have had the devils own job finding wreckage. I know you shouldn’t speculate but I don’t think that it is all coming from ships, even though we are in busy shipping lanes, most of it must be coming from the shore line we are sailing down; China. Still not much we can do about it, at least the weather is continuing to warm up and tomorrow is forecast to be 29°C. In Hong Kong.

Today’s talks were the final one from Ian Brown on Kenneth Noyes, (not a very nice man and getting out this year) and Robert Winston Q&A session. They are both getting off in Hong Kong, don’t know who will be our next speakers for the final leg. Can’t believe we are in the final leg so soon, time has flown by. Must go as we want to be up on deck for entering Hong Kong which means a 6am rise.
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Hong Kong

Friday 28th & Saturday 29th March

The alarm rang at 6.00am and we awoke to be greeted with thick fog and the ships mournful fog horn sounding every two minutes. One hour later, showered and dressed but not breakfasted, we were up on deck for our arrival in a very foggy Hong Kong. Slightly early and with the fog horn reverberating off the sky scrapers on both sides of the harbour we made our way slowly passed the old Kai Tak airport, up between the Star Ferry terminals, did a handbrake turn and side slipped into number one berth at Ocean Terminal. From our cabin we look down onto the Kowloon ferry terminal and across to Central District Hong Kong side.

We disembarked into the Ocean Terminal after breakfast and for a city that changes on an almost daily basis the Ocean terminal has remained much the same as it was when it was built in the mid-sixties, on the outside that is. On the inside it has changed beyond all recognition. From an almost market stall layout with a hotchpotch of shops selling anything from local foodstuffs to silver and gold, it has gone to a sophisticated themed designer goods Mall with good WiFi. I say good, it still has a restricted speed to stop people using it for interactive games, which can be frustrating when you are downloading videos and even photos take quite a time. (The best speed I ever downloaded was when a helpful Radio Shack manager keyed in the shops password and everything went ballistic, all the photos waiting to upload started to upload simultaneously and were all gone in seconds).

Anyway we were going to review Honk Kong side, so we caught the Star Ferry to Wanchai, one of my old haunts which used to be just one street back from the harbour, but is now getting on for half a mile back due to land reclamation. It was just as busy as it always was, however, of the old Wanchai, only the street names remain the same, ghosts of bygone days. All the bars, all the street stalls, and all the girls who used to drape themselves around the doorways (and any unsuspecting sailor). All Gone! Not a single bar, not a single street stall and not a single girl (all married to sailors now I guess). The bars are now posh designer shops, the streets are now clear of clutter and full of earnest business men and women in smart suits busily going about their business. No one shouted Hey! Johnny! You want nice girl? once. Just as well those days are gone I suppose. It was a time when the streets were full of young fresh faced sailors looking for a good time in the few days they had ashore, not for old sailors with a nostalgic tear in their eye for the old days. We traversed the three or four roads that made up the area, looked at each other shrugged and headed for Central. Carol had also experienced some of those days with me, as we regularly wandered down there in the early seventies soaking up the atmosphere. It was here she first experienced the “Hey! Johnny! You want nice girl?” being shouted at me even though she was with me. After the first time, she ceased to be surprised, it was all part of the night street repartee and it kept her on her toes. 😉 We abandoned our plans to return that evening, as it was obvious that the area would not be the same and it would be even more poignant at night.

Central, by contrast, was still easily recognisable. Though posher, flashier, with buildings three to four times the height and many more elevated pedestrian walkways. It was still the same old Central, Business men talking importantly and frantically to each other as though their lives depended on it (mostly now on mobiles though). Limousines gliding into and out of underground car parks with elderly mandarins sitting in the back behind smoked glass, helicopters buzzing in and out. It was all the same only more so, (the only part that was exactly the same was the cenotaph) we loved it.

With legs feeling a good two inches shorter, we made our way to the Star Ferry past more harbour reclamation work and sailed back over to Kowloon. We had some tonic to buy. The weather had gradually improved from the slightly chilly morning fog that shrouded everything, to light grey skies and a gentle warmth. Kowloon was throbbing and we made a short foray up Nathan Road, found a supermarket that sold tonic, then made a detour back to the ship through the rear entry of Harbour City leading into Ocean Terminal thus avoiding the ‘you want nice suit? and you want nice watch?’ touts who by now were out in their hundreds clustering around the main entrance. We wanted to watch the ‘Symphony of Lights’ which, for those of you who are not aware, is an amazing spectacle involving most of the lights on both Hong Kong side and Kowloon dancing and changing colour to music played over loudspeakers, linked at intervals with laser beams. We checked for details of the time etc with the tourist information office and found that the music was broadcast on FM 103.4 mz, so we decided to watch it from the ship. This meant we would have time to go down to dinner immediately afterwards. We took our mobiles up to the Commodore lounge, ordered drinks and sat and waited. Right on cue the music started and the lights began to pulse along with it, the only problem was the mist was coming down again and whilst it didn’t obscure the lights, it did dim them and somewhat disappointingly the routine was exactly the same as five years ago. It was worth seeing again though and especially as this time it was in the comfort of a bar overlooking the harbour.

Down to our last dinner with Maxine and Bill, who are disembarking here and flying back to Brisbane after a few days extra stay in Hong Kong. Our table will now be repopulated by the new people joining tomorrow.

Saturday morning bought us with the fog (would you believe) rain. We seem to take it everywhere, we must have our own personal cloud like that cartoon character, because weather was hot 28°C and sunny, right up to the day before we arrived. Only showers I said, so after breakfast off we went to wander old haunts on Kowloon side. As we made our way up into what used to be the market area past the old marine police HQ (now open to the public) the rain had stopped but instead of getting brighter it was growing increasingly darker. So much so that the street lights were coming on, just as it seemed that it couldn’t get any darker there was a flash of lightening and crash of thunder and the heavens opened. It’s times like this you need shopping malls and everyone else was thankful too, they were packed. For all the designer shops there are in Hong Kong there is no shortage of shoppers and we wondered what the average monthly salary is. Everywhere we looked there was wealthy well-dressed shoppers busily spending like there was no tomorrow. The one big difference from the seventies is there are very few poor people now whereas they used to be the majority. They have either got rich or been moved out of the area. We spent quite a lot of our time being swept along on a tide of people all carrying designer carrier bags most of them young teenagers. The tourists just stood looking bemused.

Anyway we made our way back on board together with the 900 new passengers. The departing passengers were a mixture of Japanese and Australian the new passengers are mostly Brits and some Chinese. We watched the symphony of Lights again on the Balcony this time, everything was much clearer as there was no fog. You could hear the music on shore and the people partying over on Hong Kong as we sailed about fifteen minutes later through the harbour. The harbour side lights were incredible, not as subtle as Manhattan more garish or ‘in your face’ like Blackpool, but more sophisticated if you see what I mean, not to be missed for all that. At dinner we had five new people two couples from the UK and an American guy who has been on for the world cruise but changed tables four times, for various reasons. Will probably find out more about them all tomorrow. That was about it for Hong Kong one of the jewels in the crown. Day at sea tomorrow.


(Pea) Souper day at sea

Sunday 30th March

Day at sea and woke to fog so thick we could barely see the rail on the balcony, it was so thick we had a guy on the bow with his hand out so he could shout a warning if we got too close to anything, we were creeping along literally feeling our way. Carol said the fog horn had been going all night but I didn’t hear a thing and anyway it’s there to tell everyone else to get out of the way. Thank goodness for Radar I say, anything that’s too small to show up on radar won’t be missed if we run them down, but they needn’t have worried as the fog soon cleared when the sun got up.

We sailed down the South China Sea off the coast of mainland China watching the hundreds of fishing vessels compete for the various species of fish available in these waters. The heavier vessels (ourselves included) were constantly having to change course to avoid the nets set by them, the only indication we had that they were there were tiny buoys with little pennants on the top of a foot high stick. Then we had to negotiate the Oyster farms, huge areas were set aside for these as this area is a major producer of cultured pearls. Further south we entered the Straight of Tonkin between the island of Hainan and Guangdong before entering the Gulf of Tonkin proper. We then turned due West and headed for Haiphong in Halong Bay with a sea state of rippled flat calm and a temperature in the high twenties.

The Captains announcement bought a bit of a bombshell as he told us that due to the deteriorating situation and advice from the Foreign Office our visits to Sharm el Sheikh and Somhna in Egypt have been cancelled and we will instead be visiting Haifa in Israel for two days. Bummer, I’d have preferred a visit to Malta and a visit to Gibraltar in place of them, still better than nothing. Talks were not much to write home about (or blog about) first one ‘The Music of Rodgers and Hammerstein’, I swerved that one, and How Hitchcock designed his films, I went to that one but it was very disappointing, lots of padding around one or two interesting facts. Won’t bother with the next one Hitchcock and his Blondes. The nights Entertainer was good, Allan Stewart, singer, comedian and impressionist. Definitely going to watch him again. That’s it for now! Halong Bay Vietnam tomorrow. Oh nearly forgot, Clocks go back an hour tonight. That puts us six hours ahead of you, as your clocks went forward this weekend.