Tuesday, December 11, 2012

April 10-11 Beijing to Chicago


(*timeline note: due to incredibly stringent internet censorship, it was impossible for us to access any social media during our travels in China, including this blog. In fact, each and every blog site we tried was blocked, search engine page simply went blank. For the heck of it, we even searched for random words on multiple occasions, but as soon as we entered phrases associated with regime, censorship, certain political figures, curse words, or anything even remotely controversial, the screen went blank.
Upon returning home, we've attempted to retrace our steps from the beginning of the month-long stay and, as of December, are still piecing together all the stories based on napkin notes.)

April 9 Beijing: Art District 798 and CCTV by OMA


April 7 Beijing: Temple of Heaven and Pearl Market


April 6 day trip to Great Wall at Jinsanling


April 5 Beijing: Forbidden City and Night Market


April 4 Beijing: Olympic Park and Dazhalan Jie


April 3 Beijing: Hutongs


Monday, December 10, 2012

April 2 Beijing: Tian'an Men Square and Yong He Gong Monastery


April 1 Lijiang to Beijing via Kunming


March 30-31 Shangri-La (Zhongdian), Yunnan

The elusive Shangri-la. Here, in this northwestern Yunnan province, the name has been artificially attached in 2001 to a primarily Tibetan county, all in an effort to promote tourism in the area. We haven't discovered a fountain of youth, but we certainly encountered copious amounts of warmth and friendliness of its people.
Passing some beautiful mountainous countryside, we've been treated to amazing sights. The road has been narrow, winding, and in places really bumpy pretty much all the way from Lijiang. Before we knew what was happening, people on the bus were getting sick left and right, some had enough time to grab buckets provided, some didn't. Maybe the potholes were to blame, or maybe that questionable fried meat everyone but us grabbed at the pit stop (where the owner of the stand disappeared with a leashed dog, we heard some godawful cries, and he came out bloody handed). Who knows. Needless to say, we were super happy to reach the bus station in Zhongdian, from where we took a short cab ride to the center.
This air! And the sky! We took a deep, deep breath, dumped our backpacks at the hostel and, chasing the light, headed straight for the Songzanlin Monastery on a city bus.

taking portraits is a delicate act, it just feels strange to do so without talking to people, without getting to know them, even if just briefly...but sometimes perfect occasion arises, there's time for a greeting, a handshake, people open up and are happy to be photographed, even ask for it... those smiles, laughter, brief exchanges, they just stay with you  
town square in Zhongdian
simple and delicious Tibetan breakfast of gurung bread and deep fried egg
spices and yak tails


March 27-29 Lijiang, Yunnan


Dramatically set in a valley with a stunning backdrop of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Lijiang's Old Town is a traffic-free maze of winding cobblestone alleys lined with wooden buildings and laced with canals, cafes and workshops of traditional craftsmen. Home to the Naxi minority, it has earned the title of the most pleasant urban scene in China we've experienced so far. Yes it's touristy, yes it's crowded (especially mid-day), but has plenty of charm, character and historic architecture to keep us wandering for days. The labyrinth of narrow streets and hidden pockets is wonderful to get lost in. And the air...what a relief for lungs and brains!.


After walking the center for an hour in search of a room, being offered a bed inside an oversized wooden chest while denied another in a lovely dirt cheap guest house because we're not Chinese ("No Chinese, no room."), we finally came across a place that took us in. It's highly possible the reason they let us stay was their inability to get rid of us in English - we barely got a hello from the receptionist. All the Chinese guests were giving us strange looks, vibes that had nothing to do with curiosity. From the moment we arrived in China, the 'cold shoulder' towards us as foreigners has frequently taken us by surprise, but nowhere has it been so blunt before. Sadly, decades of portraying westerners as villains now resurfaces in the form of distrust towards foreigners, particularly among the older generation. It definitely takes some determination to brush it aside as much as possible in order to appreciate other aspects of the unknown terrain and sustain a healthy perspective - one unaffected by generalizations and negative preconceptions. 

UNESCO designated Old Town, however, is lovely. Dating back to the 13th century, the ancient town boasts with timber-framed structures detailed with elaborate ornamental carvings, architecture noteworthy stylistically for the absorption of elements of Han and Zang origin. Lijiang also possesses a complex water-supply system of great ingenuity that still functions effectively today. The town's layout, with it's intricate network of canals, provides a system for water and waste disposal configured in adherence to Feng Shui design principles. Historically, Lijiang was the center of silk embroidery in southwest China and the most important stop on the Ancient Silk Road.

architecturally, one of the most charming places we stayed in

tea doesn't get any more fresh than this...

no reason to quit while in China, breathing air is just as harmful

wedding crasher

The Naxi women were well known for their hand-made embroidery before the Cultural Revolution, during which most famous Naxi embroidery masters were imprisoned. Mao's quest to rid China of it's rich history left a trail of an extraordinary cultural devastation and it's effects are felt to this day. Human atrocities were accompanied by demolition of temples and historically significant structures throughout the country, acts of hatred and ignorance that profoundly affected collective consciousness and left permanent scars on the state of architectural heritage.    

Naxi is a matriarchal society. With women in charge, responsibilities of men revolve around gardening and playing music (I can't help but chuckle).
Dancing and enjoying themselves during a mid-day performance on the square, these women emanated with affinity and comradery. Their affection for one another proved contagious as passerby joined hands and followed step in their hopping circle.  

fatty but really good yak meat
Pavillion at Black Dragon Pool