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[Offbeat]: The Watermelon Museum
Yes, it's exactly what you think it is. A watermelon museum. A museum for watermelons. This is what it looks like inside. Spoiler: it's glorious.
By May 21, 2015 Activities
"Offbeat" is a SmartBeijing column about stuff to look at or do or experience in Beijing that's interesting or weird (relatively, of course), that doesn't fit anywhere else. It appears weekly, monthly, or maybe even annually, when we're not busy working on other superfluous column ideas.

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I like outings. I like the idea of a jaunty walk through whatever rolling hills Hebei can offer me. I used to romanticize the thought of riding the Beijing subway lines all the way to each terminus, and as the rail laid by the long arm of industry bore me farther from city center, the station names would become flavored with village twang, arboreal and sweet. Apple Orchard. The Paddy Fields.

“The next station is Biomedical Base. Please prepare for your arrival.”



The stop for the Watermelon Museum is past that idyll of chemical weapons, even, all the way to the southern tip of Line 4 at Tian Gong, and then three stops south on a country bus. What I am saying, seeker of seedlings, is that this place is in the ass-end of Daxing and this isn’t a casual Friday afternoon skip-dee-doo to the park.

You have to want this.

You have to feel a bone-deep need for high-fiber fruit and surrealism.

Hey. Don’t laugh. Don’t take something beautiful and tear it down. China produces more watermelons than any other country on earth, and Daxing County is one of the highest-yield regions. It makes sense to commemorate that achievement here. It makes sense to build a ginormous, wing-ed building saluting the nobility and natural dignity of the fruit flavor the captured the minds of every chewing gum manufacturer in America circa 1995.

Baidu tells me the museum was finished in 2002. Bear that in mind when you consider that the instrumental Titanic soundtrack has probably been on repeat in the lobby for the better part of 13 years.









“Twenty RMB,” said the ticket girl tentatively, trying to decide if I was going to acid-melt into a giant writhing vine of putrid gourdflesh, like most of her waking people-dreams. “The Western Hall is that way.” I never saw her again. I never saw another living soul. I guess she was in the back muttering to herself and scratching days off the wall calendar with her fingernails. 172 0 days without human hallucinations.

No wonder, man, she didn’t even have a baoan to talk to. I don’t know if this is just sloppy statesmanship or your basic lack of funding for vital public works, but I was surprised at the light hand of military presence on premises. Seems risky. Seems like the Japanese could theatrically repel through the domed opera house ceiling and read Chicken Watermelon Soup recipes any time they fucking felt like it. Just saying.



Part I: The Western Hall: Watermelons Discover America


The Western Hall takes us on an epic journey of watermeducation. A journey from seeds to seedlessness, a trek from the watermelon’s humble beginnings, cultivated in the cradle of civilization thousands of years ago, to its eventual rise into the very heavens. I think. I think that is the journey I was on. There’s no English description on any of the exhibits, so I may be a little off-base here:

Watermelons Circumnavigate the Earth


Watermelons were sailing the seas long when Chris Columbus was a still a white smear in his father’s nutsack.



Watermelons Repel the Hun



Watermelons in Space








“With the development of our country’s space program, watermelon seeds were brought into space, allowing for significant contributions to the development of new watermelon breeds.”



More Watermelon Pride










Part II: The Eastern Hall: Dance, Dance Watermelution


Something’s missing, isn’t it? We’re missing the essence of the thing. Watermelon is more than a list of facts and figures, more than a series of notations in the historical record. It’s a party in your mouth and your mind. It’s a thiamin-rich disco ride to total hydration.







The Watermelon Reactor


And finally, this:



It sits in the gathering dark, powered down, mercifully at rest, a relic of a not-too-distant age where nationalistic rhetoric and mounting global tensions brought humanity to the brink of total destruction by its own belligerent hand. Our species never did unlock the secret to watermelon fusion, no machines of war ever ran on watermelon power, and no governments rose to international dominance under the auspices of watermelon energy, though the most brilliant minds of the time bent all their thought towards that end. Their failure sits here now, a castoff reminder that there are forces in this world that remain unknowable to man.

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To get to the Watermelon Museum, take subway line 4 south to Tian Gong (天宫), and take the southwest exit. Catch southbound bus 28, 30 or 55 (about 3 stops) and get off at Panggezhuangqiao (庞各庄桥). The museum is on the northeast corner of the Panggezhuangqiao intersection. Call to verify opening hours.

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