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A huge Chinese manufacturing company called Haier has sponsored us to make an 8 part documentary series called "Higher and Higher: From Qingdao to Mt. Everest Base Camp." We'll start from Qingdao and film about the city and the coming Olympic events there. Then we'll do the same in Beijing. From Beijing, we ride the new Sky Train to Llasa, Tibet. From Lhasa we ride mountain bikes on the

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The Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River, now complete, is transforming the face of South Central China. Cities like Chongqing are ballooning into major metropolises comparable to a Cleveland or Chicago. Other cities have climbed the river banks to avoid drowning beneath to the rising Yangtze. The landscape and people here face incredible change at a rate no other society has ever experienced

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If we dared argue Chengdu, Sichuan Province, was no match for the likes of us, we'd be fooling ourselves or lying to you. What with vanishing pandas, Godzilla-sized Buddha's, conniving monks and a full-bore nightlife, it definitely was a city to be reckoned with. Still, even though this contest went into extra rounds, we came out hungover. Take that Chengdu.Expect a full article about the Yangtze

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The complete series is finished! In this blog entry we have placed the whole series, beginning with our first escapade through Haerbin. The second movie includes skiing in Yabuli. The last and final segment to our slavepiece is our adventure along North Korea. Also, please check out the article that follows the third segment. It details our experiences along the North Korean frontier.Enjoy and

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Our first look: TumenThe Tumen River was frozen all the way across which meant Seabass and I could walk straight into North Korea. Unlike the impenetrable Korean Demilitarized Zone, where hundreds of thousands of South Korean and U.S. troops face hundreds of thousands of North Korean troops in a half-century stare down, the North Korean border with China is porous.Our pipe dream was to cross the

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Part III coming soon! Imagine two American buffoons tempting fate in North Korea. Again, the last segment of the movie and a detailed story are on the way.

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Finally, the movie is ready. Well, at least we finished the first installment of our three part series. This movie was made as a video documentary, which is different from our other videos. Please give us feedback if you think an article should be included, or does the movie cover everything that needs to be said? Parts II and III are on the way. They won't disappoint.

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We could write another long article about Japan, but we won't. This blog being China-Deep, we'll write extensive articles about our upcoming trip to the Northeast of China. Our goal will be to ski at the largest resort in China, see white tigers, go to one of China's most beautiful national parks, and, with luck, stop by North Korea.Here is a video of our other experiences in Japan that Mr.

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Seabass and I can’t live without skiing, so we tracked down a Japanese friend of mine, Dice, in Tokyo, and we together made a beeline for Hokkaido. We wasted no time. When we arrived in Tokyo, Dice met us at the station straight after his work. At 8 a.m. the next morning, we were on the flight to the northern island. By 1 p.m., we were on the slopes.Dice calculated every step of the trip to the

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On a weekend hike, Brusie and I stumbled upon something neither of us had expected. We found a pair of man-made caves cutting deep into a small mountain range, Fu Shan, located behind Qingdao University. Inspired, we rushed to an insane Fred Meyer-like store, clamored past the dried fish-clam-squid section and bought some headlamps. (This requires multiple store clerks, and several receipts

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I read in a travel book about a place called the Zibo Funeral Pits. There, the book said, within a monarch’s tomb, are hundreds of intricately buried dead horses.I thought the place sounded interesting and so asked some Chinese people about it. Most people had never heard of the dead horses, and others only thought is sounded familiar. All of them knew of Zibo however, and they always made a

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Look, we realize we can't always be goofing around and having the time of our lives. We need to give back as well. What better way to give back to society than by becoming superheroes?Seabass, when the mask is on, is now Dong (East in Chinese).I, Brusie, am Xi (West in Chinese).Together we make the dynamic duo named DongXi*. We use aliases because we don't want the attention for our good deeds.

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Xi’an left Seabass and me with some mixed feelings. Xi’an was no Shanghai, and it’s certainly fair to point out that Shanghai was no Xi’an. Basically, we went to Xi’an because it's very old and had a hell of a heyday, on the scale of Cairo, Egypt or Rome, Italy.In fact, the city sits in an area considered by many the other cradle of civilization, the one in the Middle East being far from

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DISCLAIMER: The correct order and validity of the events described in this entry decay rapidly each day. “Nĭmen yŏu mĕi yŏu jī tā?” The slender Chinese airline stewardess asked. “Yŏu.” I said. Damn. Busted already. She noticed that I hastily stashed my guitar in the little closet between first and second class, the place where attendants store their own luggage. I had put the guitar there

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The owner of our school, Madame Baishan, took us out for Teacher Appreciation Day. We donned our best collared shirts, shorts and flip-flops, and jumped in one of two school-owned buses that took us to the Sophia Hotel, located approximately seven miles west of our gated campus. The buffet was the most elaborate I have ever seen. Between where we live and this buffet worthy of Chinese Deities

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Seabass suggested we shed light on our new neighborhood, so we threw on our running shoes and jogged toward an area called Shazikou. Seabass had ventured there briefly before but I had never seen it. His only memorable comment about the community was that it reeked of fish, feces and low tide.“Smelziko,” he called it.We dodged traffic down the road and observed the Chinese reactions to us. By now

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When Seabass and I flew blood-eye from Seoul the next morning, we knew we had to make a great entrance in China. It would be a way to guarantee ourselves of 'big experiences' to come and justify this chaotic plunge into a new life. But everything in China is big already—it shares the biggest mountains in the world, is one of the biggest landmasses in the world and most importantly holds the

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Chinese Characteristics: Everything seems like its going to be normal and then all of a sudden it gets weird, unexpected, funky, and mind blowing. The food, the city, the language; everything has these Chinese Cast of Characteristics...but my apartment is amazing, more of that to come later.... So after my buddy whom I am working with, Dave Kellogg (aka: Brusie) and I left Seattle, 11 hours

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