I’m about to spill a deep family secret. But only if you promise not to tell anyone. Promise? Sure? Here goes…
My wife and I went for a qinqi ride this morning. It’s pronounced chingchee, not kinky so get that thought out of your minds!!
Why keep a qinqi (I know it looks strange, but it’s Chinese and it really is pronounced chingchee, I promise!) ride secret? It’s class consciousness, if you ride a qinqi you only do it because you can’t afford anything better, like an auto rickshaw (called took-took elsewhere in the world), motorbike or a car. This being Pakistan, status is VERY important and ‘what will the neighbours think?’ is something that keeps people awake at night.
The ride; yes, the ride. First off, you’re thinking, “what is a qinqi?”. To cut a long story short, it’s a motorbike rickshaw. A motorbike with a lightly built box on wheels at the back instead of a rear wheel. It can carry…livestock, people, large milk churns, chairs, pipes…you name it, it can go by qinqi. Maybe not a herd of elephants. Possibly one or two but not a herd.
Yes, the ride.
We sat in the back, which faces the road. It’s only then you realize how small these things are. Sometimes you see three or four people jammed in the back and another three or four jammed in the front. My wife could sit comfortably with about an inch of head room, but I had to be jammed in because the qinqi wallah was unwilling to peal off the roof. I had to tilt my head to one side for the whole journey, it had to be jammed back into place with a hammer.
You feel really exposed because everyone but everyone looks at you. When I’m driving a car, I do it myself, to see who’s there and who’s using it so I can’t complain. So my wife said, ‘be formal, because everyone looks!’.
We eventually got going. Wow! Being open to the road and riding in something that shakes you up even on a nice road can be really fun. The air conditioning is the best yet, and you get a totally immersive experience. Or put another way, you’re utterly open to the elements. If it’s windy and raining, you get soaked like a ship in a heavy swell.
Even on a nice road, my brain felt rattled. Someone once described riding on a qinqi as like being in a liquidizer. Now I know why. The regular auto rickshaws have a modicum of suspension. Not much, but it is there. Even so, going over bumps, unmade roads and dirt tracks stops being fun when your head falls off and rolls around on the floor. The qinqi is happily suspension free so each rise and fall in the fabric of the road, each little piece of tarmac, the vibrations of the engine and the motion of the vehicle goes right through you. It’s bearable on the nicer road we rode over, but on a bumpy, cratered, pounded road it must be hell. Sit on a washing machine in the spin cycle and you’ll get an idea of what I mean.
And have I mentioned the air conditioning? My, it is truly, powerfully impressive. When the box is in motion, you get a thirty mile per hour wind through your hair regardless of the weather conditions. OK, it only works when you’re in motion and sitting in the frequently pointless, interminable traffic jams is not for the faint hearted. But compare that to a car, where the aircon pumps out warm air after 25 minutes of motionless idling.
When you ride in a qinqi, you are often riding in a mini artwork. There’s a tradition here of painting trucks and old busses in bright, occasionally gaudy colours with birds, palms, eyes, fish, mountains, falcons and lions & tigers painted on every available surface.
You don’t really see it on auto rickshaws but you do on qinqis…and mine was no exception. See the photos with this post. It was black and painted with spots of red, yellow, blue in wonderfully abstract patterns all over the vehicle.
You could put this in a gallery in the West and it would get rave reviews in the media for being so, well ‘ethnic, real, authentic and colourful’.
When we returned to our car, we both said aloud “aaaahhhhhh, proper suspension!” but we didn’t mention the aircon.
Did I tell you about the aircon? Oh and remember, don’t tell anyone that I told you.