Rollin` through the jostling streets near dusk, camera swaying from my sweaty neck, sunglasses and hunting cap providing some protection from the glaring sun – slightly murky, and hidden by the hazy sky. Stop to talk to a fisherman, who says with a smirk, `havent caught nothin`. But there is eel to be had in these waters apparently. I envision of bowl of grilled eel on top of rice and I wish the fisherman good luck.
Spot an intimidating naval vessel that looks ready to defend a patch of disputed islands in the China Sea, or just stay docked in a busy harbour.
Stop to check out the girth of the boat racing stadium, floating on the canal waters. Panorama shot: check. Feeling like a tourist: check. Needlessly self-conscious, I move on.
Heavy traffic causes me to use more caution than usual, even though I am always aware of a multitude of reckless drivers. I stop every once in awhile, snap a random pic of this building or that moat.
The buildings catch my attention though. For some reason, they seem more high-tech here or something. The pictures never do justice to my idealized mental imagery of things. Oh yeah, like that red wooden shriney-thing and the tall, metallic towervwill look so cool and postmodern juxtaposed against each other.
I meet a lady who works at a neat old antique/most-eclectic-collection-of- things-ever shop near the big park in the middle (sort of) of the city, and she tells me she has been collecting stuff for over thirty years. Cool.
People walking dogs, kids playing soccer, a shirt-and-tie dude with bongo drums, just people doin` stuff on a Saturday afternoon as I roll through the hot streets, observing, taking it in, imprinting in my mind the nooks and crannies tucked away on narrow streets where life just continues to happen.