Archive for March, 2008

Opening Travels in China, Part III - Xishuangbanna

 

After Tiger Leaping Gorge we headed south to Xishuangbanna, just miles from Myanmar and Laos, and not far from Thailand.

After Tiger Leaping Gorge we headed south to Xishuangbanna, just miles from Myanmar and Laos, and not far from Thailand.

 

A friend we met along the way relaxes in front of our bamboo hut. Evening temperatures in the sixties proved we were a long way from Northern China.

A friend we met along the way relaxes in front of our bamboo hut. Evening temperatures in the sixties proved we were a long way from Northern China.

 

Bamboo bridge.

A bamboo bridge.

 

And Lacey crossing it.

And Lacey crossing it.

 

Sun breaks the clouds outside Jinhong.

Sun breaks the clouds outside Jinhong.

 

Late afternoon at the gorgeous Xishuangbanna Tropical Botanical Gardens.

Late afternoon at the gorgeous Xishuangbanna Tropical Botanical Gardens.

 

Botanical Garden palms.

 

Botanical Garden bridge.

 

Sun sets on the gardens.

 

Bamboo stand.

 

Traditional houses in Xishuangbanna are built on stilts, with this unusual shape up top.

Traditional houses in Xishuangbanna are built on stilts, with this unusual shape up top.

 

Gardens outside a traditional Xishuangbanna town.

Gardens outside a traditional Xishuangbanna town.

 

Some of our explorations required ferry crossings.

Some of our explorations required ferry crossings.

 

We took another two-day trek before heading north again. After a bumpy 5-hour ride, the trek began in this remote village and would take us right to the border with Myanmar.

We took another two-day trek before heading north again. After a bumpy 5-hour ride, the trek began in this remote village and would take us right to the border with Myanmar.

 

Late-day scenery.

 

Xishuangbanna sunset, part 1.

 

Xishuangbanna sunset, part 2.

 

Xishuangbanna sunset, part 3.

 

This camera-shy little boy and his family fed us and put us up. The next day, he hiked and rode back to Jinhong with us, his first time ever visiting a city!

This camera-shy little boy and his family fed us and put us up. The next day, he hiked and rode back to Jinhong with us, his first time ever visiting the city!

 

On the way toward the Myanmar border, we hiked through some gorgeous rain forest . . .

On the way toward the Myanmar border, we hiked through some gorgeous rain forest . . .

 

. . . and some tragic deforestation.

. . . and some tragic deforestation.

 

But this is the kind of scene we'll remember best!

But this is the kind of scene we’ll remember best!

 

 

Opening Travels in China, Part IV - Xi’an and the Terra Cotta Warriors

 

Chinese tourists in Xi'an. The little guy never did quite make it up the wall, but he did manage to distract us by waving while everyone else in the tour group got our picture.

Chinese tourists in Xi’an. The little guy never did quite make it up the wall, but he did manage to distract us by waving while everyone else in the tour group got our picture.

 

Xi'an's city walls and gates date back thousands of years. Xi'an is China's ancient capital and the terminus of the Silk Road (and the final destination on our travels).

Xi’an’s city walls and gates date back thousands of years. Xi’an is China’s ancient capital and the terminus of the Silk Road (and the final destination on our travels).

 

The walls are incredibly thick; we rented a tandem bicycle and rode halfway around them, which took almost an hour and gave us a taste both of Xi'an's incredible history and its pollution.

The walls are incredibly thick; we rented a tandem bicycle and rode halfway around them, which took almost an hour and gave us a taste both of Xi’an’s incredible history and its pollution.

 

South gate.

 

Before leaving the ancient walls, we got psyched up for the Olympics by posing with our tandem bike in front of a gaudy lantern exhibit of the cute Olympic mascots. We knew there was something incredibly bizarre about this combination, although we weren't exactly sure what it was.

Before leaving the ancient walls, we got psyched up for the Olympics by posing with our tandem bike in front of a gaudy lantern exhibit of the cute Olympic mascots. We knew there was something incredibly bizarre about this combination, although we weren’t exactly sure what it was.

 

Xi'an is also home to one of the largest mosques in China, built in the 14th century by Persians and Arabs who arrived over the silk road.

Xi’an is also home to one of the largest mosques in China, built in the 14th century by Persians and Arabs who arrived over the silk road.

 

 

Botanical Garden bridge.

 

The inscription says

The inscription says “One God.”

 

Arabic inscription.

 

Colorful market near the mosque.

Colorful market near the mosque.

 

Xi'an's famous

Xi’an’s famous “Big Goose Pagoda,” built to house Buddhist sutras brought back from India, shrouded here in mystery and modern Chinese pollution.

 

 

Big Goose Pagoda.

 

The famous Terra Cotta Warriors guard the emperor's tomb a kilometer away.

The famous Terra Cotta Warriors guard the first emperor’s tomb a full kilometer away.

 

They are pulled by Terra Cotta horses.

They are pulled by Terra Cotta horses.

 

There are a lot of them.

There are a lot of them.

 

Xishuangbanna sunset, part 3.

 

This camera-shy little boy and his family fed us and put us up. The next day, he hiked and rode back to Jinhong with us, his first time ever visiting a city!

 

On the way toward the Myanmar border, we hiked through some gorgeous rain forest . . .

Although there are thousands, no two warriors have the same face.

 

. . . and some tragic deforestation.

 

But this is the kind of scene we'll remember best!

 

But this is the kind of scene we'll remember best!

 

 

Opening Travels in China, Part I - Around Kunming, Lijiang and Dali

 

Doors (with monk's veggies drying) at the Bamboo Temple outside Kunming.

Doors at the Bamboo Temple (with monk’s veggies drying) outside Kunming.

 

Serene Buddha.

Serene Buddha.

 

In Kunming, famous for an almost perpetual spring, the weather was warm and the willows were just turning green. In Kunming, famous for an almost perpetual spring, the weather was warm and the willows were just showing green.

In Kunming, famous for an almost perpetual spring, the weather was warm and the willows were just showing green.

 

 

View from

View from “Dragon Gate,” a series of grottoes, corridors and temples carved into the middle of this lakeside cliff, also outside Kunming.

 

A happy deity.

A happy deity.

 

Ancient depiction of

Ancient depiction of nearby “Cow Spring,” filled with once-bitter water which a Buddhist legend says was turned sweet by the tears of a calf for its mother. Seeing the tears, the expectant butcher found sympathy, decided not to kill the cow, and renounced his trade.

 

Friendly turtle and snake.

Friendly turtle and snake.

 

Next we visited the gorgeous ancient city of Lijiang, the almost perfectly preserved capital of China's Naxi people. The small, cobbled, canal-lined city dates back to a few hundred years B.C.

Next we visited the gorgeous ancient city of Lijiang, the almost perfectly preserved capital of China’s Naxi people. The small, cobbled, canal-lined city dates back to a few hundred years B.C.

 

Goldfish in buckets.

 

Lijiang is crisscrossed by clear gurgling canals, and here decorated for the upcoming Chinese New Year.

 

Rooftops.

 

Late-day streets with stalls.

 

A first glimpse at Yulong Snow-Covered Mountain from Lijiang's old town.

A first glimpse at Yulong Snow-Covered Mountain from Lijiang’s old town.

 

A postcard-perfect look at Yulong Mountain from temple-dotted Black Dragon Pool.

A postcard-perfect look at Yulong Mountain from temple-dotted Black Dragon Pool.

 

Lion statue. Tadpoles.

Natives of Black Dragon Pool.

 

Yulong Mountain from Black Dragon Pool.

 

More Yulong Mountain from Black Dragon Pool.

 

Baisha gate.

The next day we visited Baisha, a small Naxi town near Lijiang with an authentic feel.

 

There we got even more views of Yulong Mountain.

There we got even more views of Yulong Mountain.

 

This photo is courtesy of an old Naxi woman who has figured out how to make a living laughing at foreigners!

This photo is courtesy of an old Naxi woman who has figured out how to make a living laughing at foreigners!

 

A few hours away, the ancient town of Dali is also well-preserved, with some beautiful sights.

A few hours away, the ancient town of Dali is also well-preserved, with some beautiful sights.

 

Dali veggie market.

Dali veggie market (photo courtesy of Lacey).

 

Dali meat market.

Dali meat market (photo also courtesy of Lacey).

 

Dramatic weather and the west gate of Dali's city wall.

Dramatic weather and the west gate of Dali’s city wall.

 

We like pagodas.

We like pagodas.

 

 

Opening Travels in China, Part II - Tiger Leaping Gorge

 

 

From Lijiang we rode to the outskirts of the Himalayas and 'Tiger Leaping Gorge,' one of the deepest gorges in the world, for a two-day trek.

From Lijiang we rode to the outskirts of the Himalayas and Tiger Leaping Gorge,
one of the deepest gorges in the world, for a two-day trek.

 

Our trek began at the downstream end of the gorge.

Our trek began at the downstream end of the gorge.

 

Corn drying at a guesthouse along the way.

Corn drying at a guesthouse along the way.

 

Views from the gorge.

 

More views from the gorge

 

The gorge.

 

This is the back of Yulong Mountain, the same one visible from Lijiang!

 

And more pictures...

The stunning views made it hard to stop taking pictures.

 

Late-day shadows on the mountain.

Late-day shadows on the mountain.

 

Mountain close-up.

 

We sat outside waiting for dusk.

 

A waterfall on our second day, cut by the path up ahead.

A waterfall on our second day, cut by the path up ahead.

 

Billy goat. Baby goat.

 

Terraced fields above the gorge.

 

More terraced fields.

 

The wall of the gorge, up close.

 

Approaching the upstream end of the gorge.

Final view of the gorge, looking north to the Himalayas.

 

 

How Not to Arrive in a Foreign Country

Snowy airport.The moment we stepped off our sleepless fourteen-hour flight to Beijing and into one of China’s coldest winters on record, Lacey and I began an epic first week here, facing what, at the time, felt like an extra helping of tribulations. Now, to put our struggles to good use, we’ve compiled some suggestions for other travelers and/or for general amusement (mostly the latter). So here they are, the do’s and do not’s of arriving in a foreign country:

1. Do not bring such a mountain of bags that, when you eventually drag it out onto the pavement, normally tourist-hungry cab drivers will wave you away and stare in the other direction.

2. Do not finally get into a cab driven by a man who has been driving it for thirteen hours straight, and who slaps his face and pinches himself to stay awake while darting and weaving through traffic, Chinese taxi.especially if he slaps and pinches himself so hard that you would actually restrain him for his own protection if your own life didn’t depend on him staying awake.

3. Do not agree to be dropped off across a ten-lane road from the train station, since it will probably mean you have to drag the aforementioned mountain of bags halfway down the block, over an endless pedestrian walkway packed with commuters, back down the walkway, across an equally endless square, into a jam of people hemmed in by police barriers, and through a bursting metal detector before you finally tumble into the cavernous train station.

4. Do not spend two hours waiting in one of at least thirty unfathomably long and snaking outdoor ticket lines for a sleeper train ticket while nighttime temperatures drop into the teens (D.G. Fahrenheit’s variety), especially when not a single one of these Super-Bowl-esque lines appears to move in that entire two hours. Beijing's main train station.Remember that you are in a country of well over a billion people, many of whom are also staring at your girlfriend who is draped across the now-all-too-familiar mountain of bags back inside the packed but only slightly warmer train station.

5. If you do find yourself in this situation, however, do change the plan and drag your mountain of bags back past the metal detector, across the huge square, and over the endless pedestrian walkway, going up the block until you reach the hostel right next to where the taxi originally dropped you off. Check in, climb the stairs and tumble into a warm bedroom, so you can collapse into a bed and think of something else.

6. Once you’ve done this, do return to the train station late at night, so you can experience the exquisite triumph of buying two early-morning train tickets after the long lines have shrunk. Do reward yourself with a trip to Mr. Lee’s fast-food restaurant.

7. The next day, when you arrive at your destination and your contact doesn’t answer repeated phone calls, even after you’ve waited in the train station for two hours and called him repeatedly, do think carefully before you get into a cab. This is because you may be forced to take two cabs, thanks to your ubiquitous mountain of bags. Why is this bad? Because being separated in two cabs will only multiply the confusion when you forget this country’s word for “East,” a word that occupies a prominent place in the street address which, sadly, you’ve only been given in English.

8. When your cabs pull over to the side of an eight-lane road in the middle of an enormous downtown, bare glittering winter skyscrapers arching out over you, do not get out. When your cab driver uses his mobile phone to try calling your university contact and your contact still doesn’t answer, do not get out. When your driver shrugs like he’s done everything he can, sit right where you are.

9. Anytime there is confusion about where to go, do keep waving your hands and pointing like a scared monkey, since this is a good way to communicate to your cab driver that do are not ready to get out yet.

10. When the confusion finally resolves itself and you get dropped off at a university gate, your twenty-four hours of anxiety easing a little despite your persistent mountain of bags and the frigid desolation of campus (see number twelve), do not leave your girlfriend to stand with the bags while you try to figure out where to go next. It might take you a long time, and she will get cold.

Long  ranks of apartment buildings on campus.11. When asking for directions, do not try too hard to use your Chinese to figure out where to go. Why not? Because if you use your Chinese, people may mistake you for someone who can actually understand it when spoken at a rapid clip, accompanied by vague pointing. Then they are likely to smile and nod over your desperate, stuttered follow-up questions, wave a hasty goodbye and shuffle away in the cold that is becoming increasingly bitter in the late afternoon.

12. Do not arrive at any university campus the day that winter vacation begins. It will probably be cold, empty, and quite lonely.

13. When, after an hour or so, you finally find a university professor friendly enough to help you in his own imperfect English, do accept everything he does for you. He may turn out to be incredibly helpful, become your first local friend, and even deliver a stern lecture to your contact in your department, who will, finally, answer his phone — but only when your new friend calls him from the lobby of the unmarked and long-sought-after building.

Making it to our apartment wasn’t quite the end of the challenges. So if you’re not exhausted yet, read a little further for some more old-fashioned good advice:

12. Do not attempt to use your apartment’s water heater without first asking for instructions on how to use it. This may result in it breaking, leaking water across the roof and outside your window, and leaving you to “shower” with water heated in a kettle on the stove for your first week in your new country.

13. Do ask for suggestions on how to heat your large sixth-floor apartment with no insulation and lots of windows. The ocean views and two balconies will obviously be great come spring, but in the meantime you should solicit advice on staying warm. This is because there may actually be an air-conditioner in your living room that doubles as a weak heater, supplementing the very weak radiators. If you don’t know this, the eight layers of clothing you wear while shut in your bedroom may quickly become smelly enough that you wish you could wash them in the tiny washing machine you have no idea how to use.

14. When you notice the enormous hole in your ceiling covered only by a white-painted piece of plywood (the hole may, hypothetically, lead up to an empty, frigid second floor that has never had stairs built to it), do spend an evening trying to jury-rig insulation over the hole. This insulation could include sleeping bags, mattress covers, and two lengths of rope which you brought for just such a moment. Although the coldest night you will ever spend in an actual apartment may ensue, the benefits will start to accrue the next day when the sun comes out and not quite as much heat escapes through your ceiling.

15. Finally, when you find that you’ve survived your first week, do put your plans to get a residence permit on hold, hop on a plane, and take a vacation in a beautiful southern province.

For more details on number fifteen, check out the Photos section as I begin posting pictures from our travels. And if you ever hit setbacks when arriving in a foreign country, remember that telling your friends funny stories later on is one of the most important reasons you’re here.