Off to the Rickshaw Races!

One of the most interesting things that my father enjoyed in China was the rickshaw. Basically a peddle cab, a large group of parents and babies went on a tour to a 700 year old village called Hutong. It is an active heritage site were people live in old courtyard housing complexes dating back to before 1300 AD. Most of Hutong has been demolished for progress but the government realized they needed to remember the past so this village is protected and is being rebuilt.

An endless convoy of babies in peddicabs winding their way through the narrow streets of the Hutong.


We visited a kindergarten school in the Hutong that caters to kids from 2.5 to 6 years of age. The kids arrive at 7am, have breakfast, lunch and dinner and then the parents pick them up at 7pm.

This is part of the BC contingent of parents and babies. On our last night together in Beijing we were suppost to eat at the dumpling restaurant across the street but a monsoon struck with thunder and lightning. The rain pelted horizontally for about hour. Most of the BC group whimped out and stayed in. The Nova Scotia crowd braved the Atlantic Storm and walked on, in and thru the water just to fill their tummies. (Yes, hard to believe Dave wasn't there with them...)