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Tour de China – Day 4

Location: Ruzhao, Henan, China (34.16330°N, 112.85823°E)

Mile: 367

We lit the extra boiler today and started out at 6am. It had rained the night before so once again the black lagoon creature was riding the roads of China. Nevertheless, the weather was perfect for riding. After leaving Nanyang, we were riding through fields of corn. No, really it was a sea of corn. Being a little further north, the corn wasn’t quite ready for harvest or I’m sure that we would have been riding on streets of gold with all the corn drying.

The food we’ve been eating in each area has been slightly different. Yesterday morning, I had a couple bowls of soybean milk and some steamed meat-filled buns for breakfast (baozi).This morning, I had a bowl of rice porridge while my riding buddies had a special type of Henan breakfast stew and steamed bread. This evening, I found something like pita bread being baked inside large metal drums. Next to the ‘pita’ seller was a cart with little dishes you could put inside the pita. It really was the first time I’ve seen something like this in China. I bought two. Then, I went to a Mutton Restaurant where I had a special regional mutton and chive soup. It was delicious! Well, enough about the food…

A common small business habit in China is to clump together. Meaning if you need to get a computer part, you go to computer street. If you need furniture, go to furniture alley. This also happens to entire villages. We passed through a village that is dedicated to nothing but stone cutting. Huge 5-foot diameter circular saws were slicing stone into manageable slabs and blocks for carving into huge stone lions (a pair of which sit in front of the gates of many larger business) and stone fences. Another village did nothing but shave logs into wood panels which were drying upright in a hundred foot long rows. A very fragrant village seemed to grow nothing but roses. That was a nice stretch of road.

Despite the beauty of the countryside and the great weather, we were tired by the time we got into Ruzhao. I confess that I fell asleep pretty quickly.

Ah yes, one last story… Last night, I went to search for some ibuprofen as I left mine back home. I looked up the Chinese name of ibuprofen online (yi ding fen bing suan), wrote down the characters and proceeded to try to find it. I first went to a hospital. They had no idea what it was. But they suggested I go to the main pharmacy in town. There, I showed the staff what I was looking for and, once again, they didn’t know what it was. So I started to describe that it was a western drug that helps with muscle soreness and such. The lady behind the counter responded in Chinese, “Well, try this. Ibuprofen.” In Chinese, the name is “bu luo fen”. Ah! I had the name of the drug wrong. I ask the lady whether it was commonly available and she said, “Of course! You can find it almost anywhere.” There you go.

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