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Check out this excerpt from In the Land of Pagodas published in NeeHao magazine. It features a great section from our translation of Alfred Raquez’s first book: his description of a sumptuous dinner on a flower boat in Canton in 1898.
Then buy the book here: http://www.niaspress.dk/books/land-pagodas
Here’s nice a interview with myself and Paul about our translation of Alfred Raquez’s first book, In the Land of Pagodas.
Check out the interview here in English: https://china-underground.com/2017/04/13/curious-case-mr-alfred-raquez-parisian-fugitive-run-far-east/
Thanks to the good folks over at China Underground for their awesome support!!
You can feel us penetrating the Great Wall here: http://china-underground.com/2017/04/03/in-the-land-of-the-pagodas/
It’s a cool newswebsite in English about Chinese topics that don’t have to do with Xi, trade, Trump, or the South China Sea, so click around once you get there.
Called macet (sounds like the first part of “machete”) in local patois, Jakarta is now considered one of the worst cities in the world for traffic.
I drive here everyday on a little Honda Vario scooter, but I’ve never seen anything like this…
That’s a four way junction of two four-lane roads. The car trying to turn right is about mid-way through the junction. The tailback of motobikes on my side–which completely filled the oncoming lane–was at least a kilometer.
This goat-fuck went on for about 20 minutes. I turned off my motor and so did most other riders.
Then ONE GUY fixed this mess. He was a big burly dude with a jacket and a do-rag (under that broiling sun!), and he waded into the middle of his thing and by swearing and shoving and generally being a boss-man, got the motorbikes moving and unclogged the passage. This dude wasn’t a cop (there was none to be seen) but just a neighborhood guy with some balls and brawn and a short fuse…also a good sense of spatial geometry.
Whatever your commute, it’s probably PLAIN VANILLA compared to a daily run in Indonesia’s megacity!