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Green Car charges at night and drives every day clean, fast, effortlessly. Today we only had a short distance to go. For lunch we included a bowl of cicadas. The taste was good! Something like shrimps but more round and less salty. We spent the afternoon in bed watching TV. From this angle we enjoyed a gigantic parade on the Tien'anmen square in Beijing and the launching of a true Chinese moon-rocket. Many Chinese use the holiday to go shopping. We bought  a Mah Jong game in Walmart and ate a stuffed lotus-flower on the street. We would like to forget that we also saw and heard a car with wailing dogs in front of a stall selling dog-soup.

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The soil is fertile and the climate mild. Here farmers can harvest two or even three times. The corn-harvest is just finished and farmers ready the fields for new crops. The work is done carefully and thoroughly, most of it by hand. The corn is dried on the roads, where it is tended and looked after. Kilometer after kilometer the roads are yellow with corn cobs. The stalks are collected for fodder and fuel, nothing goes to waste. Vegetables are grown in very well-tended gardens. New big factories and houses eat away of the fields. Building construction is everywhere. Town and land grow together. The sky is grey and overcast. People work hard for a more comfortable life.

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The famous philosopher lived here 2500 years ago. People came from afar to hear his words and down the times Chinese emperors have built a vast temple-complex to his honor. The houses and pavilions are all relatively low set in a park of thousand years-old cedar trees. Giant turtles carry his words of wisdom on their backs. The place is not shining newly painted as the famous temples in Beijing and we see not a single foreigner. It is all very low-key and honorable. I bought a small red-painted wooden plate and Serena wrote my wish on it in Chinese.

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The lake in the middle of Jinan is the pride of the town and the park circling the lake is several hundred years old. Pensioners played traditional music and chanted, others performed tai chi. The park is pleasantly relaxed. A fast boat shaped as a tea-pavilion sailed us out to a tiny island with a temple and a pavilion where poets and sages long ago gathered and wrote poems. Green Car was fully charged and ready to take us to a holy mountain south of the city. We choose the smallest, steepest, narrowest

In the morning as we left Beizhou town we passed "China Solar Valley" with wind mills and solar panels on every street lamp. The land was totally flat. In the afternoon we crossed the Yellow River and entered Jinan the capital of Shandong - a small Chinese city we haven't heard of with six million inhabitants. At night we invented a string to guide the charging cable from the hotel room down to Green Car parked behind the hotel. It worked fine!

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Today we went from national to provincial roads. Workshops and industry line the road as we drive south through Hebei province. Behind the first row of houses corn, cotton, vegetables and chili! are grown. The Chinese are impressively industrious and nothing is to small, to dirty or to boring to make up a living. Smells are extremely changing. One moment it is vinegar acid, shoe polish, paper or manure, the next moment it is burnt plastic, sulphur and almonds. For lunch we have the best shrimps ever - finely deep-fried and all eatable. As we arrive at our hotel in Shandong province it is evening. Now you no more see the soupy, dirty air. The Chinese go out eating, the streets are bustling with people having a good time and the houses are illuminated in all the strong colors you miss during day time.

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We were taking pictures of Green Car as it suddenly couldn't brake. Perhaps a loose connection? After we had checked all fuses and knocked on the right connections the brake luckily worked perfectly again. On the national highway south of Beijing we came to an area where they grew sweet, giant grapes. We bought a kilo which we ate in no time. Next came villages where they produced cardboard and plywood. In Daicheng the local industry turned out thermos-flasks and the air is bad even by Chinese standards. We found a cheap hotel admitting foreign guests - not a given fact. We settled in, hooked up Green Car through our room window and went out to pin down a Chinese meal.

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Blue Car could not get out of Russia without me. So I flew from Beijing to Blue Car which stood quite unhurt under a tarpaulin near the border to Finland. It only took me a few moments to follow Blue Car through customs. As Blue Car now had entered EU and was in safe hands I flew back to Beijing. Blue Car will be transported back to Sakskoebing, its place of birth, to have a full check-up. It will subsequently drive with us through USA, top-tuned.

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22 - 9. THE ROUND HOUSE

The most famous house in Beijing is a 600 years old wooden house. The perfectly round Temple of Heaven lies almost hidden in a big park of low, old cedar-trees. Dark blue tiles, golden dragons and red-lacquered columns. Big but not vast; not a cathedral rising towards heaven, but the edifice the emperor himself needed when once a year carried out the rituals to secure a bountiful harvest. The Chinese appears to me to be utterly pragmatic and the Ming-emperor seems to have been likewise. Chinese tourists from the great country mill around snapping pictures of each other posing in front of the old temple.

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The train had to do switch-backs up through the wild and narrow valley to reach the Great Wall. Hjalte wanted to go up to the highest point, while Serena and I took the cable-car. As it was, Hjalte went to the left side while we glided up to the right side and we did not meet before leaving the wall. It was much better than any picture to see for real how the wall kept snaking up and down the incredible steep green mountains. The wall was heavily restored, and not a single stone appeared to be old. The overcrowded bus we took back to Beijing was flying down the mountain and then as expected caught in chaotic traffic jams. Millions of people and cars and street-stalls and flashing advertisements. The tickets-seller yelled, parents and children got tired and some jumped off the not-moving bus to catch the subway.

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