This afternoon turned out to be WAAAAAAAYYYYYY more of an adventure than I ever expected when I was getting ready to leave downtown Beijing this morning. I think the most exciting part was not being sure we could get from a real, out-in-nowhere, countryside restaurant back to our hotel, then taking an illegal taxi that seemed like it was going to fall apart back to the hotel.
Let's back up.
I got to the Resort hotel (where the conference is) around 1pm. Only the complex is so big that I got dropped off at the wrong hotel and had to work with a limited English speaking desk host to figure that out. Then a bellhop helped me carry my bags to the right building, where I checked in and proceeded to leave my backpack at the reception desk. I did not notice this until I had gone up to the room, gone down to register at the conference, and then came back to the room. By this time, the bag was not where I left it, and my attempts to communicate with the staff were for naught. I went to the UPA volunteers, one of whom was nice enough to start the chase. Then I went to the company booth in the hall, met some more coworkers I hadn't met before, and Sam came down with me to talk to the asst. mgr. We met up with the helpful UPA lady and the two of them talked to the asst mgr, and a few minutes later my bag was found. Phew! What a relief.
Anyway, I went back to the booth to meet up with some coworkers (using this term for people who work in my company... nobody but Qiong actually works in my group, or even in my office) for a trip to "The seven towers", though it was unclear if we even knew where we were going or how to get there. Eventually we got organized enough to get four of us into a taxi, whom we paid to take us to this off-the-beaten-path location and wait for us to climb up to the towers and back. Dong, our only Chinese speaker (for the most part... Itamar can speak some) was the key to getting us there and back. So we got there and started walking, only we didn't know which path to take, so Sara and Dong climbed the mountain while Itamar and I waited for a while. Did I mention this was at dusk? Yeah, well, all of a sudden it was getting dark and Sara and Dong were on top of the mountain. They yelled at us to walk down a little path to see the towers, so we did that, and they really were pretty amazing. Obviously very very old, probably based on Tibetan Buddhism structures, not at all like anything I've seen since I've been here (except one of the towers on the back of the Summer Palace). So, of course I took some pictures.

We didn't stay there long, but by the time we were making it back to the taxi, it was pretty dark. We were thankful the taxi driver was still there! Meanwhile, Sara and Dong were still on their way down and it got very dark. It was a little scary to think of losing people in the mountains or getting lost ourselves!
So we all finally made it back into the taxi and then we wanted to try a good local restaurant. Again, Dong was our hero, talking with the taxi driver about where to go and before we knew it, we were at a very quaint local countryside restaurant. Even the folks who spent time here said this was as real a traditional Chinese restaurant as you can get.

We got bean curd tea, ostrich, sweet potato, goose (in some kind of soup), corn meal buns, and rice with beans. There was debate about the taste of the broth the goose came in, but everything was really wonderful. I don't think I can do the bean curd tea for a long time, but it was neat to have. Then I switched to tea. Do I have to mention that Dong did all of the translating and ordering, too? :)

So we had this wonderful meal, then we thought we'd be able to find a taxi. Only, the restaurant is really kind of nowhere. So we thought they'd be able to call us a taxi. But the restaurant could only get us the "illegal" taxi, where you pay more up front and get no receipt. So we tried calling our previous driver, but he was downtown (an hour away). And then we tried calling the hotel to send us a taxi, but they had not taxis to send. So we made a deal with the restaurant folks and they called the illegal taxi dude. While this was all happening (meaning while Dong was on the phone and talking to people), we walked a bit more around the restaurant, which had dozens of small rooms for private groups. It really was very quaint.
Finally the taxi showed up and it was an old run-down very mini van. No shocks, the seats looked like they were going to fall apart, and the whole thing reeked of exhaust. Lovely! But we piled in and Sara and I were laughing in the back. We sure got an adventure! And even though the van had to drive slow and we had lungs full of exhaust, we did make it back to the hotel. Phew!
The tv in the hotel is very different than what was downtown. In the other hotel I had 5 or 6 channels of English (3 movie channels). Here I have CNN. But I've run across badmitton, go (the chess-like game), and have gotten to see much more in the way of game shows and such in Chinese. I won't really have much time for tv in the next two days, with sessions going on all day.
No really, this time work actually does start tomorrow. :)