Monday, December 10, 2012

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


March 23-26 Kunming & Yuangyang, Yunnan


Streetscape in China bursts at the seams with people standing in line for one reason or another. Sometimes we just  park ourselves by a food stand not knowing what's waiting for us at the counter...anticipation growing with every turn...people packed so tightly the line resembles a mob ready to descend and grab whatever's on offer. (Hello childhood flashbacks from communist Poland of the 80's! Although, contrary to Chinese supermarkets today, our store shelves were mostly empty back then, lined with nothing but vinegar.)
Spectacle of madness unfolds at makeshift restaurants, food stands, bus stations, and is particularly colorful at train stations. Since ticket holders are only allowed on designated platforms minutes before departure, hundreds of people in the waiting room simultaneously make a dash for the entry gate the moment boarding is announced. And then it's time for a mad sprint to the assigned carriage. Somehow, attacks of hysterical laughter knock the air out of me in those most inappropriate of moments...as I'm carried by the mob, stumbling over, stepping on toes, with shins under attack from oversize baggage of fellow passengers  and desperately grabbing Sebastian's jacket, backpack, hand, whatever.

Heading for Kunming, after yet another adrenaline spiked boarding, we happily fell onto our cots only to realize relief was short lived. Unable to secure two bunks in one compartment when making our reservation, we had to settle on what was available - I triple folded on my top bunk (sometimes they come with extra headroom for luggage, but no such luck this time) and Sebastian resigned himself to a miserable night with a PA speaker right over his head. Good morning 5 am propaganda tunes!
I guess those possessed sounds were to blame for our clogged brains as we were settling in a cab upon arrival. We've nonchalantly dumped our backpacks in the trunk, and later had to pay the driver more than initially agreed upon just to retrieve the luggage. You live, you learn. Yeah, right.
Ironically, short walk from where the con driver dropped us off, a young policeman gladly helped us find a hostel. Enthusiastically practicing his English all the way there, he lead us to the very doorstep and, single handily,  restored our faith in humanity. On the same note, Cloudland hostel proved to be a little piece of heaven with super clean rooms, comfortable beds, helpful staff, wonderful lounge and delicious food. Oh yes, we abused all those privileges like there was no tomorrow. Technically, there really was no tomorrow - we were bound for Yuangyang the next morning.

 
Yunnan specialty - mapo tofu. 
Sebastian wasn't so keen on it, but I licked the bowl.  

Kunming's Bird and Flower Market.
Colored pet chicks - disturbing, to say the least.

  Yuangyang

Finally. 
Town of Yuangyang is beautifully set atop rice terraces.
We wondered about endlessly, undisturbed. 
Magnificent solitude - worth its weight in gold in China. 

Women of Yi minority at the local market.
dragon fruit everyday! I've missed this taste A LOT 

nice treat to see bamboo this tall