In Beijing the bicycles don't stop for red lights. I had pretty much figured this out for myself by my second day on a rented 15-speed mountain bike. But it was Lu Xianfang who taught me how to weave my way across eight lanes of traffic that had the green light, and probably thought it had the right of way.
Xianfang, a 21-year-old business and management student, had pedaled alongside and grabbed me a half-hour earlier as I was poring over a map trying to reconstruct the short cut I had taken to get off a six-lane (in each direction) freeway. Her offer: Let her practice her English on me and she would guide me to the Empress Dowager Cixi's Summer Palace on the northwest edge of the city.
To get there, we had to cross Chengfu Lu Dongxing road -- four lanes plus a bike lane in each direction. I stopped and put a foot down to wait for the green light. Silly me. Xianfang (pronounced Shen-Fong) moved ahead to the edge of the first lane of cross traffic and signaled me with a palm-down wave to join her. Seeing a gap, she pushed through to the next lane, braked to a near standstill, then pumped her way across another lane. After a couple more lanes I began to see the gaps that seemed so clear to her. And then it was time to look in the other direction and work our way across the traffic coming from our left.
This seems to be the strategy to biking in Beijing: Traffic on city streets does not move very fast. Cars almost always stop for red lights. Just about nobody else does. There seems to be almost a rule of nature that all spaces must be filled. And if the cars going in one direction won't fill them, then the bicycles and pedestrians moving across their path will. Some code of informal order prevents bicycles and cars from occupying the same space at the same time.
Size definitely matters; buses and trucks generally expect to get the right of way. But there also seems to be an aspect of showing respect to the smaller guys. If you can catch a driver's eye and you're not going to make him lose his rhythm -- and, perhaps, face -- by jamming on his brakes, then he'll usually let you shoot across his bow.
Psychologists who study traffic -- we were in Beijing so my wife could attend an international psychology conference -- say that a society's sense of personal space governs traffic patterns. Chinese generally live closer together than Westerners and feel comfortable packing their cars and bikes in tighter.
The bike lanes themselves are a different kind of chaos. They are almost always wide enough for cars to fit into. So they do. Sometimes they nip into the bike lane because all of the vehicle lanes are slowing. Sometimes the drivers pull over and park to make a cell phone call. The bicycle lane is also the perfect place for taxis and buses -- often traveling in pairs -- to pick up and discharge passengers. And the bikes, electric and gas-powered motorbikes, delivery tricycles and pedicabs travel in both directions on each side of the street. Most streets are cambered enough so that any decent rain flows off to the edges, often causing the bike lanes to become minor canals. Teams of sweepers with twig brooms move along in unison, sweeping the water away and often sending up waves that force you to pull your feet off the pedals as you coast through.
Beijing bicyclists also pedal differently from their Western counterparts. They set their seats a bit lower, lean almost backward and pedal with the arches, or even the heels, rather than the balls of their feet, which splays their knees out on the upstroke. Many of them have long commutes or heavy loads to carry, and they are most likely in it for the long haul rather than a short spin.
So why bike in Beijing? Because once you get the traffic rhythm it feels safe, despite occasional adrenaline rushes. The city is pretty flat, so pedaling is not going to wear you out quickly. And while you have to eat a few diesel fumes, Beijing's pollution is so bad that even the air conditioning in taxis often can't keep it out entirely. You also breathe in the good cooking smells -- spices from restaurants, charcoal and sizzling meat from little shish kebab stands -- that you miss when sealed in a car.
In addition, you receive a lot of sometimes shy smiles from children riding on the backs of bicycles and their parents. You can turn off main streets into the hutong (alleyways) that start off narrow, then branch down still narrower. The walled-in compounds -- all facing south for good feng shui -- go as far back as the 13th century. The hutong have become an endangered species, however, as Beijing's pre-Olympics road-widening and construction boom turns more and more of them into broken piles of ancient brick waiting to be hauled away.
And you meet people. Xianfang -- her name means "beautiful aroma of flowers" -- came down from China's northeast Shandong province two years ago to study at the Beijing Community Management Institute. In her striped T-shirt, black pants and slippers, she was cute, composed and ready to take on a grizzled foreigner. In her shoulder bag she carried a Chinese translation of a book about General Electric's management program and the uniform for her night job as an "assistant" -- I think that meant waitress -- at the Tomato, a pizza-and-beer restaurant frequented by Korean students.
|As we walked along the side of the Summer Palace's lotus-filled lake, we ran into a knot of families taking pictures of each other. Xianfang grabbed my hand and wove us through them as quickly as she had led me through the Chengfu traffic."They are looking at us," she said after we had passed through the crowd. "They think we are bad people because we are holding hands. But we are good people." And she high-fived me.
The next day as I pedaled by the Drum and Bell Towers near central Beijing, two men eating a Mongolian hot pot waved me off my bike, out of the rain, and into a small restaurant. "We can be three," one of them said. "We will go Dutch."
Yang Bing Zhen -- "Call me Nathan" -- is a manager at a company that arranges rickshaw tours of the hutongs. His friend Shang Guo Jing is either an accountant, a tour guide or both; sometimes language barriers leave these things unclear. They turned up the heat under the hot pot on their table, started throwing in thin slices of lamb and vegetables, and told the waitress to bring me a bowl of thick sesame-flavored soup.
Guo Jing chopsticked gobbets of meat, spinach, leek and parsley into my bowl. He added a dash of red pepper oil and a square of tofu, which promptly dissolved. "Eat," he said. "It is good."
In Beijing, biking is a greatway to experience the city from the ground up. (AP)
He was right. Its warmth took away the chill of the rain. And it tasted wonderful.
I reached deep into my roughly six-word lexicon of Chinese. "Hao chi ji le," I said. "It's delicious."
And then I had to climb back on that cold, wet seat.
Joost Polak, a Washington writer and editor, last wrote for Travel about Chile's Atacama desert.
Details: Biking Beijing
RENTING A BIKE: I rented my nearly new 15-speed mountain bike from the Giant shop at 4-18 Jiaodaokou East St. in Beijing's Dongcheng District for about $6 a day. The store required a deposit of almost $100, but allowed me to put it on a credit card.
You can also rent bikes at several hotels, including the Kempinski (Lufthansa Center, 50 Liangmaqiao Rd.) and the Beijing Hilton (1 Dong Fang Rd.). If your hotel can't arrange a rental, ask them to look through the yellow pages (which are, of course, in Chinese) and find you a nearby bike store. Rental rates run from about $1.80 per hour to $12 a day, depending on where you rent and how fancy a bike you get. Guarded bicycle parking lots, many of them covered, are almost everywhere and cost about 2 1/2 cents for two hours to about 5 cents for overnight.
WHERE TO BIKE: Tiananmen Square and the moat around the Forbidden City are pretty spectacular from a bicycle, though the heavy traffic surrounding these areas can force you to spend more time navigating than enjoying the sights -- and bicycles are not allowed within the square itself. A couple of suggestions:
? There are some nice hutongs (alleyways) just south of Tiananmen, and even nicer ones around the Drum and Bell Towers in the Shichahai District, about 1 1/2 miles north of Tiananmen. If you ride up the west side of the Forbidden City to get to the Bell Tower, there is a lovely set of linked lakes on your left. Cross over the lakes at an arched bridge about two-thirds of the way up to visit Prince Gong's palace.
? The Summer Palace northwest of central Beijing is amazing, with lakes, high-arched bridges, pavilions and lotus blossoms, but you can't take a bike onto its grounds. While the ride there is mostly along freeways and crowded city streets, there are some nice wooded areas en route. It is very much a real Beijing experience -- and you might get picked up by someone wanting to practice English.
WHEN TO GO: Beijing is at its best -- for biking or anything else -- in autumn, when the skies are clear and the air is cool and breezy. Spring is also nice but can be marred by dust storms blowing in from the Mongolian steppe. Winter is impossibly cold, and late summer, when I went, has only a few clear days scattered among the rain, heat and smog.