Aug 212011
 
Gareth at the famed Forbidden City of Beijing, China.

Gareth at the famed Forbidden City of Beijing, China.

“Be careful at zee Forbidden City,” our French hostel roommate warned. “Eet eez so big and so beautiful, that after a while you say: too much!”

“But look at that tiny rectangle on the Beijing map,” I protested, pointing to the box labeled “Forbidden City.” “I could walk that in like five minutes.”

The French lass guffawed heartily, said, “Well, just arrive as early as possible in zee day!” and headed off on a bicycle tour.

Colin, Gareth, and I gathered our belongings (water, sun hats, and toilet paper) and headed by taxi to the mouth of Beijing’s Forbidden City: the historic home of Chinese emperors and government for nearly five hundred years, dating back to the Ming Dynasty of the 1400s.

We were three of thousands of tourists touring!

We were three of thousands of tourists touring!

What the French traveler had been trying to tell us became evident as we stepped into the foaming sea of tourists and gazed out. Red Forbidden City rooftops stretched as far as the eye could see, shimmering in the summer steam. At that moment we knew: this would be a day full of beauty, history… and possible fainting from heat exhaustion.

I didn’t know this until I looked it up afterwards, but the Forbidden City actually covers 7,800,000 square feet, and contains 980 buildings. It’s no wonder they call it a “city.”

While Colin and Gareth stood in the long line for entrance tickets, I pushed my way through the crowd to the Audio Tour rental stand. We had been advised by numerous travelers that without a guide of some kind, the Forbidden City becomes a total blur, and we didn’t want that.

I love the red, gold, and blue decorating the buildings!

I love the red, gold, and blue decorating the buildings.

The Forbidden City opens to visitors at 8:30am, but we had dallied in the hostel that morning and hadn’t arrived until past ten. As I was nearly trampled by three tour groups, then slightly sprayed by the urine of a diaper-less baby held in the air by his parent (Chinese parents deal with infant waste differently than Americans– more on this later), I kicked myself for eating my morning yogurt so slowly.

But it was all good… we were about to see the largest surviving palace complex in the world!

At last, we stood at the gate, tickets and Audio Guide in hand… and with wide grins, we entered the no-longer-so-forbidden Forbidden City!

WOW! GORGEOUS! Gaze at the photos. Indeed, the Forbidden City exemplifies our image of China.

There is SO MUCH to explore in the Forbidden City!

There is SO MUCH to explore in the Forbidden City.

Look at those graceful roofs, those vibrant reds and golds, and those vast open spaces between buildings!

I felt so lucky to be there.

The Audio Guide was a fancy GPS-equipped affair which automatically charted our course and, when we reached various magical activation points of the complex, started playing explanations of our surroundings. A warning on the machine stated: “Listen carefully: You may not replay explanations once they are given.”

We took turns listening to the Guide and telling our two travel buddies the most important and interesting facts.

Here are some of those background details about the Forbidden City:

Kids climbed all over the Forbidden City!

Ultra-cute kids climbed all over the historic buildings.

- Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty ordered construction of the Forbidden City starting in 1406. The palace took fifteen years and over a million workers to build.

- The Forbidden City gets its name because no one was allowed to enter or leave the complex without the Emperor’s permission.

- In 1860, following the Second Opium War, English and French forces briefly captured and occupied the Forbidden City.

- The Forbidden City was home to 14 Ming Dynasty emperors and 10 Qing Dynasty emperors. In 1912, the Palace stopped being the seat of China’s government after Emperor Puyi stepped down, and the Republic of China was created.

- In 1987, the Forbidden City was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site, as it is the largest collection of preserved antique wooden structures in the world (!) and a multi-decade restoration project was subsequently launched to return the palace to its original glory.

Shortly before our big fight. Can you see the sweat?

Shortly before our big fight. Can you see the sweat?

We walked and walked, drinking in the beauty of the buildings.

The sun beat down, and the wide stone courtyards became like frying pans, emanating waves of heat up through our bones and onto our sweating faces. I began to feel like sauteed shrimp.

We entered a section of the complex which features small windows where tourists can peek inside a building. It was now mid-day, and the throngs of visitors were so thick that you literally had to claw your way to the front to have any hope of seeing in the window. Once you were there, you had to brace your legs to avoid being knocked over.

There was a miscommunication. Suddenly, while looking through one of these crowded windows, I was shoved to the side by the crowd and lost sight of Gareth and Colin. I grappled through and found my friends again, hollering over the din, “Do you need help getting out?”

The source of the fight: a crowded window like this.

The source of the fight: this crowded window.

I couldn’t hear their reply, and was thrust away from the window and into a courtyard. Minutes passed. When I finally found Colin and Gareth again, we were all coated with sweat, irritable, and confused.

“Did you want my help to get out of there or not?” I asked. “I know you don’t like pushing people, and I thought you needed help.”

“No, I was fine,” Colin responded. “I was happy looking at the inside of the building through that window and I just wanted to stay there.”

“Well then why didn’t you say so?!” I yelled.

The sun pounded down as we all screamed at each other, dizziness making us stumble in the heat.

“Well,” I finally spat out, “it’s normal to get grouchy in such a huge and hot place as this. It always happens. Let’s just push through it and keep walking.” I stormed off.

These animals were proud of how we worked out the argument.

These animals were proud of how we worked out the argument.

Colin caught up with me, sweat sliding along his furrowed brow. “That’s the way it’s always been for you, but do you want it to continue that way?”

That was the moment which saved our Forbidden City day.

Instead of pushing on, Gareth, Colin, and I stepped into an air-conditioned snack shop in the mid-point of the palace and ordered the coldest snacks available. We sat, we breathed, and once we were no longer in danger of punching each other out or fainting, we talked.

“What is it that we each want to get out of being at the Forbidden City?” Gareth asked. “We could have stayed in our hostel this morning and done nothing. So let’s articulate: why are we each here?”

Back to loving the Forbidden City after our discussion!

Back to loving the Forbidden City after our discussion!

“Mmm,” I reflected, licking my peach-flavored popsicle, “I love taking photos of these buildings. They’re so beautiful. I want to take as many photos as possible so I can look back at them forever.”

“Nice!” said Colin. “Since I taught about the Forbidden City to my sixth graders last year, I really want to listen to the Audio Guide and soak in the history as we walk around.”

“Totally!” exclaimed Gareth. “And I am into imagining the experience. I want to peek into courtyards, bedrooms, and closets and imagine what it must have been like for the Emperors and their wives and concubines to live here.”

The Forbidden City has 980 buildings, all of them beautiful.

The Forbidden City has 980 buildings, each of them beautiful.

When our discussion was finished, our argument had vanished along with our peach popsicles.

We re-entered the hot sun and glorious vistas, bursting with renewed zeal.

In the two more hours we spent in the world’s largest surviving palace complex, we were calm, happy, and focused.

We knew we couldn’t see everything in the nearly 8 million square feet of the Forbidden City, and we knew we were still hot… but what had changed was that we each now knew WHY we were there that afternoon.

Me, I snapped 310 photos, many of which you see here. Colin played the Audio Guide and relayed the historical facts to us, and Gareth scampered hither and thither, squealing: “The concubines lived in this room!” and, “I can see a clothes closet from this window!”

They did so well restoring the Forbidden City to its 1400s glory.

They did so well restoring the buildings to their 1400s glory.

By the time we trudged through the final ornate garden and out of the crowded exit tunnel, we had our arms around each other and were singing: “We rocked out the Forbidden City! Hooray!”

I share this story with you because if YOU haven’t already had an argument at a huge, hot tourist attraction, chances are you will someday. Tourism is an honor, and it’s also really stressful.

You may be at the most famous sight in the world– one you’ve waited your whole life to see– but you’re boiling mad at your friend, you’re really thirsty and just have a small bottle of tepid water, and you just want to use a bathroom that isn’t disgusting. Being in this state feels awful, because on top of it all, you are furious at yourself for being such a brat at such a beautiful and famous place. It’s a vicious, vicious cycle, and it’s one that’s hard to get out of alone.

Love this photo! And so thankful for my dear travel partners!

Love this photo! And so thankful for my dear travel partners.

Now, our day at the Forbidden City could have been completely ruined by our heat-and-crowds-induced argument, if it hadn’t been for the courageous communication skills of my friends.

What I’ve learned from this, I pass along to any of you who are headed to a famous tourist attraction: If you get irritable or angry during your travels, you are not crazy and you are not a bad person! You are just probably dehydrated and tired and feeling confused, and that’s normal.

What to do is this: Communicate immediately with your travel buddies, and get yourselves as soon as possible to a shady place with some food and cool hydration so that you can rest and talk.

Gareth at the famous entrance doors of the Forbidden City.

Gareth at the famous doors of the Forbidden City.

I also invite you to try out Gareth’s strategy of articulating these questions before or during your visit:

“What is your reason for being in that famous place instead of sitting at home on a couch?”

“Why is that place meaningful to you, and how does it connect with your interests?”

“What can you and your travel partners do to help you get the most satisfaction and joy out of your visit?”

If everyone in your travel group is clear on WHY you’re all there (in a way that’s meaningful to each of you), you can support each other during your visit, and really get the full value out of your travel money.

And also not punch each other in the face or faint.

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  17 Responses to “Touring Beijing’s Forbidden City Without Fights or Faints”

  1. I went to the Forbidden City and we left like in 2 seconds. We thought it was so filled with rocks and stones that we left early. We only went to the most visited places and Empress CiXi’s room. The so called “royal graden” was just stone benches, stone walkways and a few tress here and there with hardly any flowers. It should be called a zen garden of all the stone arranged nicely along the path. My aunt was blabbing about how none of the people can ever get out of the walls. They didn’t have a single foothold and well, they were so well cared that nobody can get out.

  2. I affirm that the forbidden city has about a couple thousands visitors and tourists every single day because I remember from my trip there that I got squished by so many strangers trying to get through the door or the gate and it was a really hot day too!

  3. Very interesting article Lillie, have always been intrigued about the Chinese culture and the depth of their history. For such splendid empire to have been occupied by Japan for centuries baffles me when you look at the many dynasties which ruled China. Hope you can elaborate on that in your next blog… I need to read the belly blog, it sound amusing…:) Keep up the good work~
    Thank you for sharing.

  4. Hey, Lilie. Catching up on your exploits and had to weigh in to say that my boyfriend (and his family) and I visited the Forbidden City last summer – and how I wish we’d found that magical snack shop. No fighting, but the heat and crowds and vastness of that place is really remarkable at inspiring fainting spells.

    Looking forward to reading the rest of your China adventures. (The belly-showing dudes are really funny, huh?)

    • Ahhh yes, solidarity!!! I look forward to reading about your experiences as you work your way though the posts and comment sections. I wonder if anyone in YOUR travel party rolled up his shirt… :)

  5. Wow–if only I could have read this post last year before visiting Paris, it would have saved our trip (though I guess I’d need a time machine for that wish to come true!) You are so right about the need to slow down and determine why you are somewhere. You dealt with that situation brilliantly! Bravo!

    • Merci! But you did get a lot of great benefits out of the disaster of your Paris trip: new life and career trajectory, and great surly photos!

  6. Haha, I love the characterization of the French person. Cute.

    I’ve got to say, while your entry about the Great Wall definitely piqued my interest in hiking the wall – I’m still not that interested in the Forbidden ity. I think Asian architecture just doesn’t do it for me. I was the same with the Korean palaces and temples. Am I broken?

  7. For the record, the reason I am so obsessed with the lives of imperial ladies is because in an effort to improve my Chinese I’ve become an avid fan of the soap opera měirén xīnjì 美人心计 which is based on the true story of Empress Dou of Wen who grew up an orphan slave, entered the palace as a maid, and became a queen at age 22. This Chinese Cinderella then brought about a harmonious age of enlightenment. http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Mei_Ren_Xin_Ji For all those reasons AND because they wore outstanding outfits!

  8. Love it! I felt renewed excitement about being at The Forbidden City after your discussion, and I wasn’t even there. I also now want a peach popsicle.

  9. Lillie,

    It’s so beautiful to hear you share from your heart and be so openly revealing. It’s clear that your commitment is to positively impact the reader. Your story is inspiring!! The lesson I learned from your story is what a difference in any setting who your being makes just not for yourself but others as well.

    Love and Miss You!! Jennifer

  10. Way to recognize what was stressing you out and have the tough conversation to smooth things over. I want to see the other 300 photos when you get home!

    • Woo hoo! What was funny was that the conversation itself wasn’t tough– it was really pleasant. What was tough was the rancor in the moments before it, and the work it took to actually allow the conversation to happen.

      Yes, more photos for you soon, but there are also about 100 more China blog posts coming, each with all the best pics from each of the 4 cities of our trip!

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