What a Day! (Last Day in Tibet)
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Thought this would be a cool way to keep you all up to speed of happenings in Fiona's World. Trying to recap my year in Japan and update during my travels when I can. Not complete as of now..but working on it!
August 15, 2004 --- Lhasa
Hmmm, where to begin besides raving about how much I love Tibet and how horrible it is that China is slowly eroding the Tibetan culture. But no politics today...just have to say that Tibet is SOOOO much better than mainland China. The Tibetans are beautiful people...so friendly, so happy despite all they've had to endure...just seriously gorgeous people inside and out. I know that sounds cheesy but everyone should come here and you'll totally understand what I mean.
We're travelling with a Brit named Tom, who we met getting off the bus in Lhasa, and Mark, our Scotsman/Australian who we befriended back in Chengdu. They're heaps fun to travel with and the Tibetan children...who are the most beautiful children I've ever seen, love running up and touching the hair on Tom and Mark's arms. Everytime we walk the streets, kids call out hello to us with big smiles and they love surrounding us to dance with us or have us take pics of them...they love seeing their faces on the digital cameras!
Today we attended a Tibetan Festival at Drepung Monastery, so amazing. High in the mountains, did the pilgrim circuit in a crush of people, think the crush of people than circumbulate Mecca and multiply it. You were pushed forward by the crowd, if you fell, you'd have been trampled. But it wasn't annoying at all or unnerving...it was an amazing experience.
Despite China, a lot of traditional Tibet remains, the Tibetans wear their traditional clothing and there are pilgrims and monks everywhere...the lakes and mountains are intact.
Suffered from an altitude headache yesterday because we ran around booking a Land Cruiser for us all to take a 9-day tour, hitting all the big sites in Central Tibet and then to Everest Base Camp. We did so much we were all hallucinating by the end of it from lack of oxygen.
God, so much to talk about...taken such amazing photos...but too tired to write anymore. I love this place, will definitely come back at least once more in my life.
Been lazy asses the last two days, chilling, reading some good books (debatable in Pauline's case...;) and pigging out the Anchor Bar across from the hotel. We got a new roommate in our triple bed dorm room, which is really a big hotel room with 3 beds, really nice place the Traffic Hotel. His name is Mark, a Scotsman who lives in Australia. Really chill, friendly guy who also happens to be headed for Tibet. So we found ourselves a travel buddy! Also helps cut down costs of renting a Land Cruiser to get ourselves around.
We all booked onto the same flight to Tibet...early as hell tomorrow morning. Five a.m. wake-up call....ugh.
August 6, 2004
Just got off this 19-hour hard sleeper train ride from Guilin. It was pretty hellish. You're crammed six bunks to a cubicle. I had the top bunk, meaning no headroom. If you've got the bottom bunk, you're one unlucky bastard because people just usurp it as a place to park their fat ass during the ride.
There are these loudspeakers all over the train which pump out rap music of all things...at really high volume. So were you to want to sleep in the "sleeper train"...what a concept....it's next to impossible. The toilets are pretty gross and you're peeing right out onto the track whizzing by beneath you.
These two girls in our cubicle talked all night and wouldn't shut up even though people in the train were yelling at them. Crammed and uncomfortable are best to describe this experience. So for our upcoming trip to Chengdu...a lovely 18 hours away...we're getting the upper-class soft sleepers...which are apparently the shit...soft bed, with doors, wood panels, carpet, potted plants and clean toilets. Hopefully they live up to their reputation. No more cattle-car travelling, because that's exactly what it feels like travelling in cramped space with a train-load of loud Chinese. Gonna kick around Kunming for a few days before heading to Chengdu. Skipping Lijiang because Tiger Leaping Gorge has been closed, too dangerous to hike. No other reason to make the 12-hour trip out there if the main attraction is off-limits.
August 5, 2004
So we're heading out of Yangshuo, after extending our stay here a few days longer than we thought. We went out on a 4 hour drive to Long Sheng or "Dragon's Backbone" rice terraces, and saw these crazy rice paddies which scaled mountains as far as you could see. Amazing feat of agricultural engineering. We stopped for a toilet break on the way, where the toilets are squat toilets and have walls only up to your stomach and no doors, and you're all doing your biz into the same trench, so you not only see your neighbour doing whatever, but see what she's done floating by beneath you. (Contrary to what you might think, this is what most public toilets in China are like)The toilet situation in China is generally really dirty and non-private. I've kind of been unfazed by the whole thing and have gotten used to going in sewer-like places while chatting with the person taking a dump beside me.
Yesterday, we took a bumpy mini-bus for an hour along a pot-holed dirt road to this sleepy village, Xing Ping, which Clinton apparently visited during his tour of China. We took the bus with these other foreigners, who I guess just arrived in China, they looked a little shell-shocked by the loudness and aggressiveness of the culture and their tour guide had abandoned them after taking their money for a tour and then putting them on a public bus.
So anyway, went to this village and hiked up this steep Karst peak for this amazing view of the surrounding areas. Nearly killed ourselves on the way down because the tiny stone steps were super slippery because it had rained earlier and there were no rails. China isn't really up and up on it's safety precautions, I've established.
The one thing which is really tiring about China is the hyper-commercialisation. Seriously, if you wanna see China, do it soon, because prices double every few months (not exaggerating, and EVERYTHING'S got an entry fee) and they're making sacred sites into tourist resorts...the real China keeps disappearing every day. We cut some stuff out of our original itin through China because we found out such and such sacred mountain had been converted into a ski hill with a golf course.
And the fucking HAWKERS!! Seriously, you tell them you don't want what they're selling and they will still follow you. You yell at them, and they still follow you. You cannot shake them. At Xing Ping, this one girl followed us for about an hour! Waited while we took toilet breaks, bought tea, when we got caught in a rainstorm she waited it out too. And they don't follow like 10 feet behind you, they walk right beside you the whole way, blabbing about what they're selling and if you stop to buy something somewhere or take a bus, they switch to dialect so you can't understand them and basically tell the person not to sell things to you, or not to take you on the bus. Thankfully, everyone's really greedy and they usually ignore one another if they stand to make a buck. Annoying as hell!! We tried to ditch the girl in the rain by jumping into a pedicab and telling the driver to go, but she saw us and RAN AFTER the fucking motorcycle, jumping in. Then the pedicab nearly tipped over from the water in the street because there are no drains, it just goes into the river. We finally convinced her no way in hell were we going to do a boat tour and she left to hassle other tourists.
We came back to Yangshuo, hungry, and went to the food stalls to grab some supper. There are of course all sorts of tasty delectables on the street you can eat, rats, chickens, ducks, eels, snakes, dogs, cats etc. (Like seriously, it's not a joke when you hear they eat all sorts of animals in China) All your food is basically alive at the stalls, until you decide to eat it, at which point they kill it. Lemme tell you, I just cannot eat something I've looked in the eye 10 minutes before. Like, I wanted to try the beer fish...so the woman scooped a big fish out of the bucket and brought it to me flapping around for me to check out...made me sick...I was like, oh christ, I changed my mind, just take the fucking fish away!!!...So she dumps it back in the bucket, although it is short-lived since someone else decides they want it and she scoops it out, wriggling, and proceeds to hack it up with a cleaver. Really turned my stomach, and I think China just might turn me into a vegetarian. When Pauline and I cringed at the whole thing, we were accused of not being Chinese and of being Korean instead.
August 2, 2004
Today we went to this water cave, with the cave discoverer, and our guide, Chufa. It was Chufa's "new" water cave. Only discovered in the last year and he'd only taken like two other people through...which really should have clued us in. So he drove us to the mountain, where the cave was in a wagon strapped to the back of his motorcycle, handed us hardhats and flashlights and off we went.
To make a long story short, we became cave explorers, essentially journeying to the bowels of the earth, crawling through spaces barely big enough to fit us, with no gear, ropes or any safety mechanisms at all. It was totally one of the most dangerous things we've ever embarked on. But that's just it, they want your money...and don't think about the repercussions should you fall and die.
So let me pain a picture of how crazy this was. We had to like scale slippery cave walls most of the time, always in danger of falling into the precipice below and cross massive drops into a rocky abyss on rickety wooden ladders.
It gets worse....
There was one crazy wall, where at the bottom, there was about 8 feet of downward ledge and then a huge drop...I scaled the wall up..Chufa perched precariously on the slope of the wall to help Pauline up after. I turn around and he's got her by the hand and she's coming up the wall just fine..but it's slippery and she's got mud on her shoes and she loses her footing. She slips, with only him holding on to her and he starts to go with her too. So I rush back down, brace my foot against this tiny stallactite to try and get her other hand but can't reach. So she's like, this isn't working, I'll just pull you down with me, and tells Chufa to let her go and she'll try again.
So he does, and she slides down the wall...except she doesn't stop. She keeps sliding down towards the ledge while we watch helplessly, me thinking, holy fuck!!!!!!!!
She manages to stop herself maybe two feet from the edge of the precipice.
Anyways, we managed to finally just drag her up the wall. And then had to pick our way through the rest of the cave, across ledges coated with mud, a foot wide, looking into a rock gorge. Where our guide is going...this is very very dangerous here. Thanks.
So basically he took us into a cave which was still in the preparation stages for tourist climbers, with no safety ropes at ledges or rails, just you and spiky rocks. We were total guinea pigs. As the cave is now, no one over a size 6, clumsy or with any fear of heights whatsoever could do it. We still had a good time, wade through underground rivers, mud baths etc...and we laugh our asses off about it because the pictures are hysterical, we're covered in mud and bruises...but it was fucking nutty. We could have fallen and died and Pauline came a hair's breath to doing just that. Her legs are torn and bruised up, my knees are riddled with tiny cuts.
And that's that...I think we're down to like 6 of our 9 lives.
July 30, 2004
I'm in Yangshuo right now, this rural town in South China, just got back from a gorgeous bike trip through these massive karst peaks...think Thailand cliffs but on land and in all shapes, dotting the landscape. Biked farmer lanes through rice paddies, by rivers, dodged oxen and crazy Chinese drivers. I have so many postcard-esque photos on my camera, it's ridiculous.
We landed in Shanghai two days ago, just fine. Shanghai is like any other mega-city, big, bright and noisy and holy fucking smelly. We hopped a plane out of there the next day after looking around, to Guilin and then made our way by suicide mini-bus ride to Yanshuo, playing chicken with oncoming trucks etc.
I have to say, the Chinese are a pretty loud, aggressive bunch...after your money too, everyone's trying to screw you and damn if you don't have to haggle until you're blue in the face. They follow you, stalk you really, encouraging you to buy such and such or do such and such tour. The amount of times I've had to yell at people to piss off is getting ridiculous. I can't get over the spitting either. People indiscriminately hork up loogies (loudly, gurgle included) and just spit them, in any direction, hitting each other sometimes. Like in Shanghai, this woman, beautiful, dressed up in an evening gown and heels, hair done...horked the biggest fucking loogie, like a horse, and just let fly in a crowded street. The image was priceless.
Seriously though, aside from that, Southern China is STUNNING. Think of your stereotypical image of China, rice paddies in mountain valleys with old women working the fields up to their knees in water, wearing the big straw hats and their oxen grazing nearby and you've got a snapshot of where I am right now.
We're going on a private tour of a nearby water cave tomorrow. Apparently, it's 4 hours long, walking through this mountain cave with an underground river we can swim in and mudslides, and mud baths, stallactites...the whole shebang....
Gotta love the names of places here too...just came from "Moon Hill Peak"...going to see "Dragon Backbone" Rice Fields....
I am now going to take a "Dirty Fiona" shower.