A Glass Or Three

On one of our first journeys to Boshan, we wentof us were using for our 'Coke'.
with our friends from the glass bottle andBy the time our hosts tried to intervene it was
Storage jar factory. We flew into Qingdaotoo late, we looked at our hosts, our driver was
Airport, not the nice new one, the original onesinging, laughing and trying to stay in his chair all at
very small and quaint where you carried you ownthe same time. The manager of the glass factory
luggage from the plane through the singleand I helped him out to the vehicle, where he
customs gate. Everybody is very excited to havetried to get into the driving seat. The girls and my
some 'round eyes' coming to visit their city, ascompanion had gone very ashen and all looked
this was a long time ago.very worried. The manager and I decided to get
We walk out of the airport back into thehim in the rear compartment and the manager
sunshine, and are greeted by our two young ladydecided to drive. This meant he was directly
hosts along with their manager. They are like twobehind us with intermittent loud snoring then
characters out of a Jane Austin novel, and haveawakening and waving his thump in a 'Thumbs Up'
clearly never had any foreign guests visit themgesture to all of us.
before, as Boshan has only just been opened upWe had now reached the factory area, it was an
to Westerners. They fuss and flap, like two oldarea of old factories, slag heaps, smoke, steam
maids trying so hard to please us, trying to helpand coal everywhere, reminiscent of the pictures
us carry our heavy bags. This is the last stage ofof the Welsh Valley Towns in the early 1900's.The
our tours of our factories, we have been in Chinaindustry had been based on coal, which could be
a month already.dug up on the surface, and water, far removed
They are so proud, they have one of the earliestfrom the Boshan of today with its clean air,
Toyoto People Carriers. We load our luggage intohospital complexes, leisure and health facilities.
the back, and get into the carrier> It is aOnce we were at the factory, we decided to help
squeeze, the two girls, the factory manager andour driver into the offices with us, rather than
the driver, who smiles at us all the time.leave him in the vehicle, as there steep drops
They have booked us into the best hotel on thearound the factory. This is where the fun really
seafront, gone now, a great shame as it hadstarted. We sat him at the directors desk in the
great colonial character. It was left over from thepadded leather swing chair, while we started
time when this part of China was German, hencetrying to work out the moulds needed to make
the Qingdao Beer, made from rice as there wasthe bottles, the designs we had drawn up from
no barley available, and where the recipe forVictorian Reference Books and 50's American
Budweiser must have originated. The front wasDesigns. Then we continued to work out the
not built up then, and we enjoyed our breakfastdesigns for the hand made section of the plant
overlooking the sea, the people out collecting shelland the mouth blown glass items. It had only
fish in their buckets.Our hosts arrive and we allrecently introduced stable colours in Cobalt Blue
clamber into the vehicle, with great excitementand Emerald Green to our ranges, and we were
for our adventure, and what an adventure it wastrying to get the purple colour, and the bright
to be!orange and lemon yellow.
The road, which later was to become theWhile all this was going on we were all trying to
Expressway was just starting to be built, the girlsconcentrate on our work, while our driver still
had loaded us up with bottles of water, andintoxicated, was trying to telephone all his friends
carried on there conversation in text book BBCand have a loud and garbled conversation with
English with my female designer companion. Theythem all, raising his thumb to all of us, when we
wanted to know about England and all aboutlooked across at him, when he was not this doing
where we had been in China. I enjoyed lookingthis he was singing and laughing. We worked well
out at the scenery and the many villagers bothinto the evening, and another car was arranged to
working on their lands and heaving their carts ofcollect us from the factory for our evening meal,
stone. The donkey engine piston driven cartsand take us to a small hotel, which had no
laden with stone, people raking, flattening theheating, and a large cockroach living in the
tarmac by hand. Our over laden truck bumpedbathroom. There was the smell of petrol spirit,
and bounced, creaked and groaned. The big driverwhere the hostelry had tried to remove our
picking the least bumpy path, if there was one,friend. It was obvious that our friend in the
soon we were back on the old small winding road,bathroom had not seen any guests for some
as we started to climb towards Zibo or Boshan.considerable time. We were given the normal
When we eventually arrived it was nearly 12 noonflasks of hot water, to make our tea, this was
and our hosts were desperate for something tothe only hot water, as there was no boiler
eat, and it had been arranged for us to start toworking at the time. In the morning, it was
visit the Cardboard Box Factory, to arrange theobvious that a long time ago the hostelry had
display box sizes, colour, our company design andbeen a nice place to stay, with lots of overgrown
costing. The manager, we soon found out, was anroses and shrubs in the garden.
old friend of our driver and a lavish spread hadOur driver had miraculously recovered by the
been prepared with the very strong white spiritmorning. He picked us up and we returned to the
baijiu used for toasting 'Gambe', I told my hostsfactory to continue our work. We returned back
that we would 'Gambe' with 'Coke'. Our hosts didto our Qingdao safely, and said farewell to our
not seem to mind. It was then that we all realisedhosts, who sent us off with the flurry of activity,
the 'baijiu' was being toasted by our Driver and insimilar to our arrival. Nothing was ever said about
his friend, our host, not in the small traditionalhis interlude.. ever.
glasses but in the large drinking glasses. The reat