(typical pedicabs, though the ones we used (twice) had now awning and the man who pedaled was much older)
LiuLiChong was a beautiful old street on the edge of a hutong, a village within the city, walled all around and possessing its own zip code. Most of the water related facilities in hutongs were used in common, wells, restrooms, showers and such. Some had as many as 10,000 residents. Anyway, it was a picturesque area with large, mature trees lining the streets and many stores with the old fashioned facades that sold to artists. There were also galleries and “antique” stores. I needed a couple of paint brushes and nearby there was a Korean BBQ area where we liked to eat.
It was a really hot day and rather than walking from the subway station (loop line) we opted to use a rickshaw or more accurately, a pedicab. This one had two seats mounted on the back of a bicycle. We only used these twice in China because I felt them to be somewhat demeaning to the drivers, though it was the way they earned their living.
We are moving along at quite a clip through traffic, the driver was older with mostly white hair and beanpole thin. He wore a wife beater and tan shorts with flip flops. The breeze felt good in the heat. Bob had on Bermuda shorts and I had on a skirt. One thing you may not realize is that most Chinese men lack any body hair, even on their faces. My husband is very fair having been a red head in his younger days.
We had seen the driver look back at us a couple of times and I was trying to keep my skirt decently in place as we traveled. Suddenly Bob feels something moving up his leg. He looked down and the driver was reaching back and running his hand up and down Bob’s calf feeling the bristly reddish hairs on his leg! We both laughed and the driver laughed and then he looked at mine. I shave mine and he must have thought that I was more “normal” like the Chinese with no leg hair.