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16 May 2018

Mallorca, Part Two

One fine Sunday, in Palma.  After the events with the police and walking around Can Picafort, we decided to make a day of it in Palma, the capital of Mallorca.  Marco, Sergio, and I piled into the Opel Zafira POS and headed out.  We decided to head to the Palma Cathedral District and then head east to find a beach.  The days events will be detailed in pictures and captions, as there are quite a few pictures.  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy as much as we did...

Beauty circa 1226-1601 AD

Nary a bad angle

Sergio
Marco


Main Doors of the Cathedral.  Dark Ages?  Look at the attention to detail!!






Narrow streets and cool street signs















































Inside a smaller church next to the Cathederal

A peek at Mass




A reflecting pool between the Parliamentary Building and the Cathedral



Gnarly tree, also a World Heritage Tree

Palma Yacht Club

King of the beach?

Probably not!



Yup, the Med is like the Caribbean, just much colder this time of the year (about 65F).



Crashing of the Med

The Med in action



Ole Facefull

Close up of the blow hole, Ole Facefull

Y'all come back now, y'here?

















14 May 2018

Mallorca, Part 1

An island south of Barcelona

      This story begins on the first day, in which my supervisor and I flew into Palma after a brief stop over in Frankfurt.  Please follow me on this journey, full of pictures and hopefully beauty of the island of Mallorca.

"Home," for 11 days
The beach and a power plant, ten minutes apart.  It looked like it would be a real "tough," work location.  Luckily, we had really great help from Siemens:  Roger, Sergio, Konrad, and Marco.  We had the weekends off, so the opportunity to explore was abundant.

The first day off was supposed to be a day of exploring, but as fate would have it a bike race intervened.  We park in the street, because Europe has not figured out how to provide enough parking spaces at their hotels for their guests (a common theme for the many times I've been there).  When we returned from dinner the night before, we noticed that there were reservation signs along the street in various locations.  OK, no biggie.  We will not park near those signs.  Well, it turns out that the whole street was a no-parking zone for the bike race.  As a result, our cars (three in total) were towed the next morning.  After cornering a police officer that was willing to help, we were directed to the "impound lot."  A nice day for a 1.5 mile walk; along the way we even found an English version of the parking reservation sign:

Well isn't that nice.  We found the lot and paid the nice officer the towing fees, only to learn that we were at the wrong lot.  No worries, another police officer was willing to give us a lift.  So, three of us climbed into the back of the cop car and our colleague from Mexico sat in the front.  Our colleague and the cop were about the same age, so they were chatting amicably.  Turns out they were conniving against the three saps in the back.  Yeah, cop cars have back doors that do not open from the inside.  Once the panic subsided and the manic cop discovered the e-brake, we actually had fun in the back of "Jim Rockford's," car.






After a few minutes racing through the crowded streets, and confronting a crazed bus driver:

The bus driver scratched several cars and decided to "fix," with the help of finger nail polish remover!!

we were delivered to our rental cars.  Exactly 3 blocks from the hotel.  Yeah, my thoughts exactly.  We were advised by Office Rockford to stay out of town until the bike race ended at 9 PM.  Off to Can Picafort...

Harbor of Can Picafort
Pillbox and modern art
Sergio the fearless and egger-on-of-police officer

Pier


Sunset over Alcudia







Next up:  Palma

Until the next time:  Sergio, Konrad, and Marco






17 May 2012

China

As promised, a post on China.  China is a very interesting country.  They are in the midst of rapid modernization, with buildings being built all over the place and people being transferred from the outlying countryside to the growing cities, at a 20 million/year clip.  I see more English written here than in South Korea.  Not just at airports, but in the small cities (4 - 8 million people!!) that I've traveled to.  This present trip I've been to Beijing, Changzhi, Jinan, Rizhao, and Qingdao.  I've had to travel by planes, trains, and automobiles (great movie for one-liners).  Even in the more remote places, like the Wang Qu Power Station outside of Changzhi and the last remote power plant I was at, Zhundi Generating Station Ordos Inner Mongolia, there were quite a few signs that were in English.  It's almost like modernization requires that English be used in society.  Even in my trips to Germany, great place BTW, it has been rather easy to communicate with local people.  It makes traveling easier, especially when not having to be fluent in the local dialect to get around.  Eating in restaurants on the other hand is interesting when the menus haven't a letter of English on them.  Just point and hope it tastes good.  On a side note in a similar vein, ever wonder what a Chinese keyboard looks like?  Look down.  All computers use the US layout and have a program that converts English letters into their spaghetti-against-the-wall characters.  It's really neat to see an accomplished typist create documents in Chinese.  I'll try to grab a video the next time that I am out.
The people of China are very kind, at least one-on-few.  Once you get into a crowd, it is everyone for themselves.  Boarding a airplane here is an experience.  In the States, people crowd around the entrance of the gate area and wait for their assigned seating area to be called and then get in line.  In China, once the doors to the jetway open up, the whole crowd of passengers form a big blob of humanity to board at once.  It sure is funny to see a China-bound plane board in the States.  The airllines should have signs up in Chinese at the boarding area to avoid confusion and/or hurt feelings.  But, the sadists behind the counters need to have their fun too.

One-on-few is very nice.  Most do not understand a lick of English, but through pantomiming and pointing one's point gets across.  Learning to say "Thank you," and "You're welcome," in the local language is huge to these people.  Come to think of it, that comment would apply world-wide.  Walking through the shops and restaurants in Rizhao, many people like to stare.  Not many Americans, or any Anglo-Saxon/Germanic people for that matter, make it to that town.  Just a kind nod and a smile, and you may have changed someone's opinion of Americans for the better.  Not like there aren't enough American jerks that I've encountered on my travels.  Overall, I'd have to say that the people that I have interacted with in China, so far, remind me of the folks in the Upper Midwest.  Kind to strangers.

I guess since there are 20 million people moving into cities around here, there are a lot of strangers.  The newcomers are fairly easy to spot:  they have ragged clothes and a complexion of a farmer that's been in the field all day (probably that's because they had been).  The Rizhao power plant is rather clean and well kept.  Makes sense, as there is a huge abundance of manual labor around:
Pulling weeds in a 2 square mile facility
These people are often "unseen," by the plant's personnel.  The plant people just walk by or through them as the laborers are getting things done.  Sad to see.  Their faces do light up when I smile and say "Nihao!" to them.  Again, trying to make good impressions here.  At the end of this current visit, there was a group of laborers that have been working around a scupture in the middle of the plant.  Every morning I'd wave in greeting.  When I walked by today with my Pelican case and a bunch of other crap, they all stopped and said "Bye!" in pretty good English.  I was touched.

On the other side of the spectrum are the ones with power.  They are the plant managers and the mucky-mucks in charge of stuff.  They are too easy to spot:  chubby, sunglasses, and driving Audis (usually).  I had to hang out with the site manager during the two-day visit to Wang Qu power station.  It was funny watching everyone of his underlings vie for his attention and laugh, more than I'd think normal, at his witty comments. This guy understood English quite well, but rarely spoke anything but Chinese.  Turns out that he is a friend of Steven Chu (Energy Secretary of the US).  Too bad I did not know this fact when I mentioned that Chu was probably culpable for the Solyndra scandal.  Oops.  These guys love to talk politics and geo-political events.  Right up my alley.  Nice to talk about the Communist system (of which they love) with these guys, especially when I bring out certain Libertarian views.  Makes for intense converstaions, to say the least.  More so when I throw in historical facts to support my cases.  Anyway, I digress.  Currently they are all hopped up about the South China Sea and the Philippines.  Gonna be some action soon, as they've forbidden their citizens to travel to the PI as of the 15th and imposed an embargo on all goods from the PI.  Gonna get some long-awated territorial gains I suppose.
Light lunch with Wang Qu's Site Manager
In talking with a couple of people that understood English and spoke it fairly well, there is a sense that change is afoot.  There is a transfer of power happening this fall (2012) and people are afraid that it'll be more of the same.  As they gain more knowledge from the internet, about the way of life in other countries and the corruption of the people in charge in China, the more likely that there will be rebellion of sorts.  Many have forgotten about Tiannamen Square from the 80's, and are willing to stick their necks out to bring about change.  Hard to comprehend the fact the 9 people control the power and direction of a country of 1.4 billion people, but that is the way things are currently.  We sure do live in interesting times.

It is getting late here in Qingdao and I have a early flight.  I'll leave you with a few pictures from this most reecnt trip:
Chinese Power Plant Guard, wearing Chucks!!!
A Roman Catholic Church in Jinan, who knew?
Another day at the office.  Pucker up!!
Thank you for reading.

Kev