Sunday, December 27, 2009

Bryan's China Part 2

Yes, yes, yes, I know, Fenghuang, is a tourist town and at night you can hear the music thumping from the bars...not quite as much thump in winter as in summer though. Many of those bars were looking quite empty on most nights.
That image above, incidentally,was what I looked out on from my hotel room balcony. In the evening it was ablaze of lights, which I could look at as I sat on my bed gazing out of the window. I wasn't complaining!!!



Touristy it might be, but Fenghunag is utterly atmospheric and beautiful. There are so many vantage points along the old town walls snaking above the river where you can look out over the rooftops and view the old houses built on stilts on the water's edge. Fenghuang had great shops, really interesting food and a maze of old cobbled lanes that we never tired of wandering around. One tour we did do, and there were many that we didn't, was out to a 1000 year old Miao village. It was constructed mainly of stone and mud brick. It was near an area where bandits had terrorised people for many years and we had a walk along the cliff tops where they lived in caves, in pre-revolutionary times.

After the charms of Fenghuang, which means Phoenix City by the way, it was back into solo travel and my first stuff-up was to underestimate the travel time to Huaihua and my rail connection onto Sanjiang in Guangxi province. Hence the snap of me on the sleeper bus to Lonsheng which was the easiest connection I could figure out after I had well and truly missed the train. Consequently, I found myself in Longsheng sitting under a lampost at 5.00am in the morning wondering where I was going to go. One sleeper bus was definately enough of a taste for this type of travel. Don't do it.Thankfully I had lugged Jordan's U-shaped travel pillow around for the past two weeks, periodically cursing it as a useless piece of unnecessary junk, but on that sleeper bus to Longsheng, it saved my neck, literally!!

So there I was under the lampost at 5.00am, waiting for the town to wake up and debating what to do, whether to continue to head (now back) to Sanjiang or forget it and keep going to the Dragon's Backbone Rice terraces. I actually found I had inadvertently deposited myself outside a rather unrecognisable bus station, with buses to Sanjiang. So decision made, that was where I was going. Fortunate decision too, for sitting quietly up the back of the bus happened to be a Canadian girl who had just been to the Rice Terraces and who had seen nothing as they were shrouded in mist. Having seen rice terraces shrouded in mist before I was thankful I had decided to head 14 km past Sanjiang to Chenyang to see the wind and rain bridges in series of Dhong villages near the Guizhou border. Chengyang was also a delight, a stunning place to spend a few days walking in the hills from village to village, which is excactly what I did.






The bridges are constructed with joinery techniques and without the use of nails. They and the surrounding country side were outstanding and I am ever grateful I accidently chanced upon the bus to Sanjing, as it was well worth it.
The hostel I stayed in had no heating but a snuggly electric blanket on the bed did the job perfectly. My room had not one but two balconies facing out to the bridge and surrounding countryside. The owners were super friendly too. On my first night I met a group of retired Tiwanese teachers touring through and on my second two young American-Swedes, the only other westerners I had come across for the past two and a half weeks.



After ChengYang, it was skip the rice terraces and onto to Yangshuo where I stayed at the Yangshuo Culture House for 5 nights and did some great walks and a ride along the Li and Yulong Rivers. I also watched a few Chinese meals being prepared at my hostel in the evenings. The food was very good. Each night they would come up with 6 - 8 dishes, which were included in the price of the accomodation. Not crap food either - good quality dishes, all fresh produce. The house was also way out of the tourist centre of 'Foreigner street' which, as far as I was concerned was a bonus, as after the amazing places I had seen in Hunnan I was a little underwhelmed by Yangshuo. Enough said!

As it was winter it was also citrus season. The citrus was plentiful, cheap and excellent quality. Those orangey discs you can see in the two baskets are actually peeled, dried persimmons. They are a little hard to describe but have the texture of something like a dried fig without all the little seeds. Not to everone's tast but I found them very 'haochi' (lit: good eating)!


After Yangshuo I headed to Dinghu Shan, a park in Guandong Province with the plan of doing a couple of days walking before arriving back in Guangzhou, but the hostel was so crappy that I did all the walking on the first day, complained about the 'no heating', 'no hot water' expensive price in the afternnon, got a 50 % discount and left promptly at 7.30 the next morning. This was definately the worst place I stayed in - the mattress was a board.

As I wrote previously, I was thinking I would be marking time back in Guangzhou waiting for my plane but in these two days I headed out into other areas of the city and saw a bit of the local life. It was actually quite engaging. I met a Korean guy and we went into town on Xmas eve and headed into 'People's Park' where we watched 100's of Chinese ballroom dancing and doing other leisurely pursuits. It was fun.

How's this for a way of organising the letter boxes at the front door of the apartment?!? You wouldn't see this in Singapore!!!

In the streets of the neighbourhoods, there is exercise equipment of all descriptions and people, old & young, using it day and night. My Korean buddy & I had a go at a few things as you can see here. Kooky stuff, but the idea of people unabashedly exercising in public spaces in China and also here Singapore, is something I find quite refreshing.


OK. So that was My China. Hope you all had a great Xmas & New Year & best wishes for 2010.



Bryan's China

A quick report and some happy snaps of my three weeks travelling around China, in a bracing winter.


Guangzhou would have to take the prize as the ugliest city I have ever seen. Building construction going on everywhere... rubble, shade cloth covered buildings and scaffolding...joy! A city getting ready for the 2010 Asian Games - same story in Shanghai, I heard. The much touted island enclave of Shamian Dao, advocated by Lonely Planet as a peaceful haven, was a building site. I spent half an hour there and got out. No doubt you can see why.

It was, though, easy to get around on the Metro...especially after a year on the MRT in Singapore...direct tansfer of commuting skills. On my return to GZ at the end of the trip I managed to have a couple of days where I ventured out into some more local areas...with leafy streets offering some oldy-worldy charm.This would be a hot place in summer and the pollution was thick enough to be cut with a knife. I managed to use my budding but very limited putonghua skills to buy the correct hard sleeper ticket to Zhang Jia Jie... and in an even more noteworthy achievement ... actually found my way onto the correct train (with correct ticket) among the absolute chaos that is Guangzhou Huochezhan (train station).


Zhang Jia Jie was definately an aweinspiring landscape. Stunning sandstone peaks in a misty national park. We spent two days walking, one climbing the 1000's of steps to the top to view some of the peaks and the next, thankfully, doing a long but very pretty gorge walk following a stream between the peaks.Our guide was a little painful as he wanted us to spend more money than was necessary and I don't think he liked the idea of us walking everywhere... wanted us to take cable cars, elevators and carts as many of the other, dare I say Chinese tourists, do. I think he earnt a commission from each ticket office where he got us to spend money... we did come down the the 300 meter elevator from the peaks on day one but other than that, much to his grumbling disappointment, it was hoofing it all the way. And was there any one else on the trails? You bet there wasn't, we had them all to ourselves!!!


After three days here it was on to the junction town of Jishou and into a mini-bus to the small Miao village of Dehang. My Chinese colleague's friend had advised us not to stay in Dehang...'nothing there' but I stuck to my guns and insisted on going and thank god I did. It was magnificient. How many people there ...me and my Chinese friend and you and stop counting. Yes it was cold and the hotels are really set up for the summer season.. but the walks out along the streams, throught the padis and into the gorges, climbing up to the two raging water falls were nothing short of exquisite.
So much clean, clear ,running water and the stone pathways and bridges were a constant delight. For me, Dehang was definately a special part of the trip.




So much for this post. I find the process of getting the images & text into the right alignment/position in these things tiresome. Next installment in a new post...