Re: RE: Little Chinese tidbit
Tai_Te said:
Machjo did you go into one of the little places with the pink lights? because you know.... those are not just hair stylists..... and they'll give you more than a massage too.
Twila, Chinese people that I know think that cheese is a really weird food. I've heard it's stinky, strong and tastes like soap. They eat it on pizza though....
Oh yeah, that's another story...
I'd already been in China for over eight months at the time, in Jinan to be exact, and while I always heard other foreigners warning me not to go here and not to go there 'cause it was a cover for prostitution, every one of those places turned out to be fine; so needless to say I just ended up branding them as paranoid, wondering where they'd gotten their paranoia from.
After all, the only place I'd ever come across prostitution up until that time was in Urumqi, in 'Islam Hotel', where my phone kept ringing off the hook all night. And sinse my Chinese wasn't that good yet, plus I'd never heard of prostitutes in hotels, I just couldn't figure out what the heck they wanted... until one of them got frustrated with my lack of Chinese and decided to come upstairs! Anyway, I'd gone to bed early that night, and so answered the door with nothing but a towel around me. She was dressed somewhat conservatively, but beautifully none-the-less, and was saying something I couldn't understand except for the 'do you want' part. So as I signalled her to wait at the door while I'd get my dictionary, she proceded to step in, to which I immediately responded by closing the door a little more narrowly while pointing to my towel to indicate I wasn't properly dressed. Well, it didn't ssem to bother her, so I repeated same again. Then when I turned to get the dictionary, and turned back to the door, she was gone.
And suddenly it dawned on me. Months earlier, in Lonely Planet, I'd read about this, with women offering massages. So I looked up the word massage in the dictionary to see how it was pronounced. And sure enough, that's what she was saying. "Do you want a massage?".
Oh boy, now I was turned on. But too late. My lack of language ability had saved the day the first time around. But it would certainly not work the next time, now that I knew. So what would be the plan for the next few days? Unplug the phone, put a Don't disturb sing in the door, and that's that.
Well, it worked, and I've always used it sinse.
Now as for the red lighted parlours, the first time I'd ever come across those was in Shanghai.
"But prostitution is illegal in China" I thought to myself.
'And with the evil CCP in power, no one would ever dare prostitute themselves so openly out of fear of ending up in one of those re-educatin camps! So there's no way those are brothels" I thought to myself. "Of course it would have to be subtle, like it was in the hotel in Urumqi."
Anyway, I needed a haircut, I was new to Shanghai and didn't know the area well, and as it happenned, I worked not far from a red light district, in part of the newest and nicesest parts of Shanghai, as I was to find out later. Now my gut was still telling me those were brothels, but somehow I was still in denial. "It's just not possible" I thought to myself. So finally I decided to check it out and know for sure. So I openned the door to one, and at the door indicated I wanted a haircut. She shook her head from side to side, and waved me in. So I looked at a bunch of men sitting on the street in the corner shop next door, and asked them, partially in body language, partially in Chinese, where I could get a haircut. And they, laughing, pointed back to the parlour in which half my bady was standing already.
Hmmm... so I looked at the chairs and the shelf in front of them, and there were scissors anyway, glowing in the red light. "Nah, I'm just being paranoid" I thought to myself. So I walked in and sat in a chair. She loked at me baffled. So I thought, "OK, no more denying it." If a hair stylist is baffled at a customer sitting in a chair, then she's not a hair stylist."
So she waved me to the back. I went to the back, she opens the door, and there's a bed. "OK, I'm gone." I suddenly step back, thinking of all the creepy critters which might be crawling in that bed, but she's right behind me, so I accidently step on her toe. Anyway, she steps out of the way, and I'm out the door in a flash.
Next day, I ask a staff member what those places are, describing the red-lighted parlours, expecting the answer, "a brothel". Well, she wasn't that direct, and used a ong phrase to describe it, all couched in euphemisms, but sure enough, she was telling me it's a brothel, and then warning me not to go into those place, because "bad women" go there. Meanwhile, I was thinking, "Oh, and I bet 'bad men' go there too.
Well, that's just another story which happenend years ago. I would never want to go into such a place again.
But hey, at least those places are easy to avoid because they are so obviously brothels (except the first time because I just couln't believe my intuition on that, stupid as I was).