Four days in Dalian, China

I spent four days this week in Dalian, China, from 27th to 30th October. It was my third visit to China and the last one was the moment when I have been to Beijing probably three years ago.



I had not been to Dalian before and was a bit curious to see how it looked like. The city was huge. It was also very young as most people walking in the streets are twenty's or younger.



The traffic was rather heavy and I had to negotiate my way very carefully when I got across the road.



Main front was occupied with the lines of tall buildings. The scales were rather big compared with those applied in Japan, which made me feel as if I were a sand in the ocean. No wonder people here are struggling to survive every day.



Contrary to its modern face, the back corners still preserve a tranquil atmosphere with a faint idea of ordinary life.



I did not feel alienated though I had traveled for three hours by plane and got across the boarder. People's appearances were, of course, not so different from Japanese, which might be a reason. But I suppose the essence of being human is universal, wherever you go on the earth. (to be continued)