In November 2012, I went to Fuzhou on a business trip and I put a couple of free afternoons to use by exploring the city.
First stop, the nice West Lake, on the banks of which is located the modest Fujian Provincial Museum; second stop, the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys, one of those ultra-fake streets Chinese people like so much.
On the tourist map I’d found in the taxi from the airport was written that the entrance fee to the area was 120RMB, a sum I was not at all going to shell out, but for free I could have sneaked a peak from the outside. I arrived at the area to discover it was “under renovation”, Chinese for: we’re dismantling it to build it anew. The only sections open to public were the main alley and a few side streets. The main street was quite colourful and swarming with people, being as it was, it dotted with small shops and small bars, while the side alleys were deserted and half-abandoned, their only attractions being a few historical houses.
The young cook was clearly having the time of his life generously throwing around pepper, salt and soy sauce. Such manoeuvres proved useful when we wanted to prevent him from flooding our meal with oil – they have a tendency to oil-abuse here ‘round. When, at the beginning of the meal he entered the room carrying a 500gram block of butter, I looked at him in horror and asked what he thought he was going to do with that. The butter went back where it had come from. Unfortunately, when we gave a second round of orders, a new cook came into the room and when nobody was paying attention, he retrieved the butter and covered the fish with it. All that time spent in telling the other cook how we wanted what cooked how, wasted! We had to start the training all over again.
Where? Fuzhou 福州, capital of Fujian Province 福建.
How to get there? Train, plane, coach, ass, pick your favourite!
Costs? All the sightseeing I visited were free of charge, with the exception of an historical house; interior is not even worth mentioning, so it's the price. As the the