I’ve been busy with graduate school and I have found it to be very tedious trying to remember and recount everything that I did on every specific day of my big trip, so I’m going to try a new strategy. Instead of creating day-by-day posts that form a timeline of my trip, I am going to write up the best stories from the trip and post them, in no particular order, interspersed with pictures of Mariia and I having fun and visiting all the tourist sites. Let me know what you guys think of this technique!
So here is the first of several stories from my time in Beijing with Mariia…
Mariia’s friend Ana lives in a high-rise apartment complex with about 25 floors and hundreds of units. The main entrance to the apartment can be opened with an electronic keycard, and the elevator can only be operated with the same keycard. If you are a visitor, you can use an electronic keypad at the front door to call whomever you are visiting and they can unlock the door for you remotely.
From the day I arrived, we had been following random residents into the front door of the apartment and onto the elevator, then using the “traditional” (not sure how to say it was just a normal key, not electronic) key Ana gave us to unlock the door to the apartment (when Ana wasn’t there herself to let us in). One night we arrived at the apartment complex around 2am, after a prolonged and scary interaction with a taxi driver. As one might guess, no one else was arriving home at 2am in the middle of the week.
So, we started debating what we should do. And eventually we decided to start calling random apartments. We used the rows of numbered mailboxes in front of us to randomly pick our first victim.
I remember suggesting that the next number we call should include “lucky number seven”…I’m pretty sure we called 407. Funny, considering that 7 is not a lucky number in China in the same way as it is in the US, and 4 is actually an unlucky number in China (and Korea as well). Foreigner’s luck?
After a couple of rings, a sleepy sounding Chinese woman answered our call. Mariia told her in Chinese that we were very sorry, but we forgot our key to the front door and to please let us in. The woman opened the door remotely for us and then hung up without saying a word.
We tried the elevator a couple of times, just to see if our luck would carry. The doors would open, but the numbered buttons to the upper floors were useless without an electronic key.
So, we climbed 19 floors worth of stairs at 2 in the morning. We had to keep encouraging each other to keep going…
“Halfway there!” “Almost there!” “Is that the elevator??”
A couple of times we thought we heard the elevator and tried to catch it, but it was always a false alarm.
The next day Mariia went out early to run some errands while I slept in. I woke up to the sound of voices speaking Chinese outside of the door, Maria and a woman. Of course, I couldn’t understand a word that they were saying.
As it turns out, this woman was the lucky winner of our door buzzer lottery!
She was very upset about being woken up at 2 in the morning. Though Mariia’s Chinese language skills are essentially flawless, she somehow knew that the two foreigners the culprits. She followed Mariia all the way to Ana’s apartment to make it clear that this behavior was not acceptable, and she wanted to speak to Ana, who was not home. Mariia assured her that it would never happen again and that we were leaving Beijing soon anyways. In the end the woman finished scolded Mariia and returned to her unit.
But not without informing us that there is back door to the apartment complex that is propped wide open, 24 hours a day.
I love you, my friend. 🙂
P.S. To the woman at the apartment complex, I’m so sorry!