Monday, August 30, 2004

What a Day! (Last Day in Tibet)

So today, the hotel owner of the Tibet Gorkha Hotel, where we're staying, lent us his driver to run our last minute errands with...which was pretty funny in itself. Two girls cruising around Lhasa in a new Land Cruiser complete with driver. (The owner is loaded by the way....)
 
Then after we dropped everything we'd bought off at the post office...the owner took us out to this monastery in the hills overlooking Lhasa where Pauline...the agile cat that she is, tried to jump a wall, caught her foot and collapsed in a heap on the other side...damn that was funny....was laughing to hard to capture it on photo.
 
Then we came back, and realized the entire hotel staff, including the dudes in question were aware that I thought the reception guy was cute and Pauline thought the guy working the restaurant was cute. Actually we've been laughing about it all day.
 
Anyways, then the owner and his best buddy insisted Pauline and I come watch their tennis match...where their driver acted as ballboy...the most bourgeois comment ever came when the driver ran to get a ball outside the court and the best bud said "Hmm, no driver, guess I have to use my pockets.."
 
Pauline got in for a couple of games, which was the funniest shit ever...tennis at high altitude. But damn if she didn't power that ball across the court....and over the fence, and whizzing by my head...over the net with the racket close behind...etc.
 
Anyways, it's really too bad we're leaving tomorrow, this crazy day has me really attached to our time in Tibet and the peeps at this hotel. Have had the time of my life here. Gonna really miss Tibet a lot. Not sure how Mongolia is gonna top it...we'll see.
 
They wanna take us to see a Tibetan Cultural Show tonight...but it starts really late and we're kind of tired from laughing like jackasses all day at everything going on and the sheer ridiculity of being pampered like princesses....so we're trying to bail...in the nicest possible way of course.
 
Flying tomorrow at 1535...overnighting at Beijing airport for a flight to Mongolia at 930 a.m....


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Sunday, August 29, 2004

Leaving Tibet :{

Today is our last day in Tibet and I feel like crying at the thought of leaving. I particularly love the hotel we're staying at. The Nepali owner has totally taken us under his wing...gives us free food when we're sick...which I really was a couple of days ago...couldn't keep anything down. The staff, also mostly Nepali, knows us, knows our habits and are so friendly. Tonight, the one of the owner's best friend's is taking us to see a Tibetan cultural show.
 
Today we've basically just been scrambling around to finish all our last-minute shopping, which we've been doing for the last 3 days....
 
Mark left this morning...which was sad, because after almost 3 weeks, it went from 4 of us running around Tibet together, to just me and P again. And we'd been travelling with Mark since Chengdu.
 
Anyway, am off to frequent the hotel restaurant, and keep a lookout for the sexy Nepali dude who works reception....
 
 


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Friday, August 27, 2004

Mt. Everest, crazy women, and human skull drums

Wow, been a long time since I posted anything to here. I think some of my posts are going up twice...but whatever, will take care of that bull when I get to Mongolia and escape this Chinese censor stuff.
 
Anyways, I think I left off at Sakya...(I'm back in Lhasa now)
 
So we went to Sakya which is supposed to have this amazing monastery. Well, we went and the town was an absolute dump and didn't have a good vibe at all. The monastery was like a massive walled-fortress and most of the chapels were closed because there was a festival on. We did see the sand mandala though after annoying the monks into opening the chapel for us which had it. We really wanted to get into this other section, the Protector Chapel which contains all these monster statues and dead animals, but they refused to open it for us. So we contented ourselves with the carcasses of wolves, birds and rats hanging from the doorway. Yummy huh?
 
After Sakya, we drove out to Mount Everest where we lucked out and had amazing weather and the entire mountain was clear as day, and unobscured by clouds...it was an amazing sight. We hiked for 2 and a half hours to Everest Base Camp, then hiked some more out to the edge of Rongphu Glacier, at which point, continuing involved stripping off our boots, socks and pants, and wading across an ice-cold river, at an altitude of 5,500 metres. You should see the photos from that. Than we hiked some more hills to get a somewhat better view of the base of the mountain and these massive glacier peaks in the distance.
 
We left Tom at Everest Base Camp, he was continuing on to Nepal...it was a pretty sad parting actually, we'd all grown quite fond of each other in two weeks...(Alex excluded of course)
 
So then we drove back to Lhasa over 2 days....we busted all the tires on our land cruiser, helped out tourists who were in a land cruiser accident, the driver and one girl were pretty busted up because their axle broke and their cruiser rolled 3 times. They were super lucky about the spot the accident happened because most of the roads are on mountains and are flanked by huge ravines...they rolled on the one flat spot with land on both sides.
 
God...so much happened, I can't remember it all, the drive back was crazy, dangerous and amazing...we stalled on mountain passes and had to reverse-push-start the truck...rolling backwards down curving mountain dirt road is not a fun experience.
 
We got back to Lhasa, checked back into our fav hotel, where the staff is Nepali and they're great and know us pretty well now, the hotel owner just came into the computer room and insisted I drink orange juice because he's noticed I have a cold.
 
Today, we hit the markets...I bought a hand-woven Tibetan carpet. Got attacked by a couple of stallkeepers. In Tibet, they tend to physically grab you and haul you back to the stall if you walk away. I've been tackled by 3 girls manning a stall in Shigatse, two on my arms, one holding my backpack...Mark had to rescue me.
 
Today, this one bitch of a stallkeeper, grabbed me by the arm to drag me back to her stall after we'd argued over a bracelet I didn't even want but she wanted to sell me. In Lhasa, usually they don't grab you, but she did...did I mention I don't like to be manhandled?
 
So I start yelling at her to get the fuck off me, but she digs her nails in and won't let go and is pulling me...so I lose it and start screaming at her to let me go and am prying at her fingers and she won't...so I punched her in the arm and she finally let me go and went after Pauline. She grabs Pauline, we're both yelling at her, and I run over, pry her off Pauline, screaming "crazy fucking bitch!!!"....basically all the Tibetans and Chinese in the market, which is busy, stopped to stare at the spectacle of two foreigners being attacked by a crazy Tibetan shopkeeper, and are yelling and hitting her to get her off them. It was a nutty 10 minutes.
 
What else...there are so many insane things that have been happening, can't remember them all...we're like a magnet for the extraordinary...but we're having the time of our lives and have seen some of the most amazing things here and met amazing people. I have peed and pooed all over Tibet because generally, there are no toilets...so literally, the world is your toilet. Many complete strangers have been treated to the sight of my bare ass behind some rock (so hard being a girl). The Tibetans are incredibly nonchalant about doing their business, so they'll come and pee or poo beside you and watch you while you pee and while they pee...just a big happy peeing social circle.
 
We're off to Mongolia in 4 days...am gonna really miss Tibet. Tomorrow I'm hitting the markets to buy a drum made out of Monk skulls. Yes, monks as in human Tibetan monks. Apparently when they die, their skulls get made into drums or bowls for the other monks to use. It's pretty fucked up seeing human skull bones and drums out of skulls at the markets...but am gonna buy one anyway....I wonder if they'll let me into Canada with that....
 
Oh yeah, also at Everest Base Camp, I think the Chinese government doesn't allow excavation in Tibet, so these Tibetans run around dregging fossils up from the rivers in rural areas ( mostly the swirly shell-like fossils) and selling them to tourists. I bought two fossils retrieved from the base of Mount Everest. So damn cool huh?
 
I LOVE TIBET!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 


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Saturday, August 21, 2004

Still Love Tibet

I've been pretty lazy about this BLOG business of late. Am in Gyantse right now...home to one of the world's two massive 6-tiered stupas, both found only in Tibet. We came here from Shigatse, the second largest city in Tibet.
 
This country is absolutely amazing. It's breathtakingly beautiful and totally lives up to the label of Shangri-la. It seems I'm constantly just slack-jawed in awe at either a massive monastery or the amazing scenery.
 
We left Lhasa three days ago. Tom, Mark, Pauline and I are still travelling together. We're needed a 5th person for the Land Cruiser, so we brought along this guy Mark met, named Alex. He's a Canadian (from Ottawa...go figure) and Pauline and I can't stand him. He's a condescending, arrogant prick frankly. But he's also weird and a cheapskate so thankfully he almost never comes sightseeing with us. So we really only have to deal with him at supper...although that's still too much exposure for me because he picked up the Chinese habit of spitting everywhere. He's a fucking revolting pig.
 
But whatever...
 
From Tibet, we went to Nam-tso lake, one of the four holy lakes in Tibet, and an absolutely breathtakingly beautiful turquoise. Totally pristine place...we stayed in tents, and crapped behind boulders because there are no toilets at the lake. Alex didn't want to pay money for food during the trip, so he passed out at the lake from the altitude gain with no food...crumpled like a ragdoll. So Mark and Tom helped him to his tent and our driver, Tenzin, a happy Tibetan dude, was like...of course he passed out, the fool hasn't eaten.
 
From Nam-tso lake, we drove for 11 hours to Shigatse, through snowy mountain passes, sunshine-filled valleys, flooded roads, the entire route was fantastic! Roads in Tibet are mostly dirt paths riddled with potholes, so we get well and trully shaken. Add to the fact that Tenzin loves to blast crazy Indian music and the mountain scenery and it feels like an exploring expedition.
 
We've been touring monasteries, which are like time capsules, and hiking mountains to visit ruined fortresses, also hanging with local Tibetans we meet along mountain paths who love playing with our watches and digital cameras.
 
Tibet is also riddled with dogs, who move in packs and the bastards tend to block entranceways and snarl at you. They are generally cowards though and the motion of stone-throwing will usually scare them off. At the lake, they howled all night and fought, so no one really got much sleep. Between the dogs and the rats, I wouldn't be surprised if one of us got rabies.
 
Tibetan toilets are worse than Chinese toilets, if that's possible. They almost never have doors, and are just holes in the floor and all the business drops into the room below...so if you're unlucky enough to enter the wrong room in a building, you will literally find yourself in deep shit.
 
Am having the time of my life in Tibet, I can't think of a strong enough adjective to describe how fabulous this country is and how awesome it's people are.
 
Tomorrow, we're headed for Sakya, 6 hours away...it's apparently the monastery where the Sakya branch of Buddhism began. It's also got those sand mandalas, like in "Seven Years in Tibet". After that, we're hitting Shegar, a pit-stop to Everest, then Rongpuk Monastery, the highest monastery in the world, and then hiking to Mt. Everest Base Camp...a lovely 5200 metres...can feel the headache already.
 
Toodles!



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Sunday, August 15, 2004

I LOVE TIBET!!!

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.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

On to Tibet

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.




The craziest time yet

LOL!! What a crazy-ass day yesterday was. So we decided to hike Mount Qing Cheng Hou. We got up around nine, had a delicious breakfast at this cafe near our hotel with our adorable Chinese waiter, Jack. Went to the bus station for ten, realized we had to wait 2 hours for the next bus....
 
Well ok, so we waited, killed time by going to an internet cafe. When we got back down, we of course had to battle the swarms of Chinese, and avoid the gobs of spit being flung around in the station and those that were already on the floor, really gross when you slip on one. We had to wait in line because the bus hadn't arrived yet. Chatted with this dude from Holland who just got back from Tibet, calling the people there "real people" (as opposed to the crazy mofos that live in mainland China).
 
Anyways, when the time came to get on the bus, god if it wasn't a damn circus. People shoving, pushing, I have an infected scratch on my left elbow from a woman who clawed at me trying to get on the bus first.
 
See we've realized if you LOOK like a foreigner you're treated like a God, everywhere, and you move through China in a kind of protective bubble. Screwed out of money, but still treated nicely. The Holland guy got his own personal escort onto the bus he was taking. If you look Chinese, you have to battle the pit. So basically, any of you who come to China, and don't have Asian features will have a far more tame experience than what we're having.
 
So back to this bus line. I get pushed for the umpteenth time, and lose it on this guy beside me. Turns out he was just the conductor trying to get on the bus to get his money purse. I felt really bad about this the next day...to be explained later.
 
So we're on the bus and people are physically climbing over Pauline (I'm NOT joking or exaggerating, they are using her body as a fucking stepstool), who's behind me, causing her to scream, "I fucking hate this country!" It was a pretty funny image. We battle our way back to the front and take the only two seats left.
 
Two and a half hours later, we arrive at our destination, attacked by hawkers as soon as we're off the bus. We're too tired to fight, end up just letting one take us to a restaurant, where they promptly overcharge us for our meal...of course. We couldn't be bothered to argue and just paid. So we hiked the mountain, through BEAUTIFUL gorges and 'dramatic vistas'...took the longest coolest chairlift down the mountain...it took 30 minutes for the first lift, 20 minutes for the second. The hike was fabulous. 
 
5 hours later, done our hike, we're hungry, so we go back to this guesthouse place, we'd booked into earlier in the day for a cheap price, mostly because the lady was a sweetie...or so we thought. We eat at her restaurant and they screw us over by feeding us a dish we didn't order...we thought it was one of the dishes we HAD ordered and ate it, only when we were finished did they put the actual dish in front of us. She inflated the prices, and insisted we'd ordered everything that was on the table, which was difficult to argue because words for prices sound similar in Chinese and the Mandarin here is so accented with their dialect, Pauline had a hard time understanding her in the first place. But it's pretty certain we got butt-fucked. So we ended up paying practically triple what the meal should have cost us. Still didn't add up to much in Canadian dollars, but it's the fucking principle. Seriously, really sick of not being able to trust people here.
 
So we get back to our room, she shows us how to work the shower, it's like a big metal tank on the wall, with this huge ELECTRICAL switch beside it. Pauline took one look and was like, I don't know if i want to shower...so I went first. Had to flip the switch first, which spits green electric sparks at me, and I'm like...is this safe in a SHOWER??? then I open the water pipe, the tank is groaning and making weird sounds, but I still open it more...slowly... and then instead of the water coming out the nozzle, like it should, it starts shooting like a geyser from the top of the tank, wetting the cord, and there are sparks shooting from the plug...so I'm yelling, Pauline comes running in thinking the worst, we manage to switch off the water, laughing our asses off at how ridiculous the whole thing is...and decide to not take showers.
 
So we spend a night, sleeping in our own grime from hiking all day, on wet, clammy beds because the room is too humid, with windows that don't shut and a door that doesn't lock properly on the ground floor of a chinese sorta motel room. Felt real secure. Then this guy was trying to bang down our door, because simple knocking isn't enough apparently, because he wanted to bring us a mosquito coil. The place was just seedy.
 
To boot, I wake up the next morning with food poisoning from the stupid dish we didn't order in the first place...shoulda not eaten especially after we saw all the restaurants washing their meats in the gutters....and they wonder 'how did SARS spread so quickly in China??'
 
Anyways, we decide to leave, at 7 in the morning, realise they've locked the door leading out of the yard, so we have to sneak through the kitchen, and sneak out this half-open shutter. We just jumped out of the room, left our door open and the lights on, we were out of there so fast...felt like a jailbreak. We head down the mountain to the bus stop, me stopping every few feet, to spasm with stomach pains. When we get to the stop, there are NOOO buses..and we're like fuck, how long do we have to wait for one, I'm thinking, my stomach is not gonna hold up. Then, on cue, a bus with a Chengdu sign comes rolling down the hill...and wouldn't you know it, the conductor sticking his head out is the same guy i screamed at the day before....
 
They see us and the driver is the same dude too and they're like, hey didn't you take our bus yesterday, what are you doing here? Pauline is like, Fiona's sick, we need to get back to Chengdu. They're like, there aren't any seats, but you can hop on anyway. So we do, and the driver and conductor were SOOO nice to us...the conductor guy cleared a seat on the cushion for us to sit, meaning he had to stand the whole way. And they were super friendly with us. The conductor guy hit on Pauline.
 
So they took us back to the station beside our hotel, even though it wasn't on their original route...and i was so grateful it was them who picked us up and felt super bad about yelling at the guy earlier.
 
Anyways, my system seems to be better, a mild poisoning case only, just have to deal with the occassional stomach pains. Hanging out with other foreigners though has really shown us the different treatment one receives when they don't LOOK Chinese. Either way, can definitely say our experiences wouldn't be as memorable if we weren't treated like every other chinese in this country, but our bruises would be far less.
 
We fly to Tibet in two days, really looking forward to that. China is a really amazing place, but the people are energy vampires and ridiculously money-driven. I'm not exaggerating when I say for the right price, they will do ANYTHING...it takes a whole lot out of us everyday to deal with the accostations of the hawkers,the Chinese tourists, the transport people, etc. And talking to other foreigners has also shown us it's impossible for them to understand what it's like to be a foreigner but Asian in China and to not be treated with respect and awe everywhere you go.Basically, Mao really fucked up these people, after living where they've had to share everything and own nothing, now they have completely no regard for others, only themselves....and foreigners who they see as cash cows. I suppose it is good to look Asian in a sense, you don't get AS fucked. Pauline was saying, one woman tried to sell her a book for 2 yuan in Leshan and when the Brits we were hanging with came by 5 seconds later, her price was 30 yuan for them.
 
We're taking it easy for the next two days until we fly out to Tibet, a little shopping, a little city sight-seeing...nothing rigorous until we get to Tibet and have to deal with altitude sickness, where people who've come from there are telling us, you're lucky if all you get is vomiting and a headache.
 
So excited! :)


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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Big Pandas and Big Buddhas

Second day in Chengdu today...yesterday we went and saw China's infamous and elusive Giant Pandas...boy don't I sound like the crocodile hunter. The mofos are HUGE...and extremely lazy...but cute as hell. There are less than 1,000 of them left in the world...knew they were facing extinction, but had no idea it was so bad. Also saw the way smaller Red Pandas, which basically look like Tanukis or big raccoons. We met this fun American dude during our Panda visit and the three of us hung out later that evening, finding an all-you-can-eat Sichuan hot-pot restaurant. Lemme tell you, in Sichuan, the "Sichuan hot-pot" is FUCKING HOT!!!! Fire coming out every hole I tell ya.
 
We just got back from Leshan, home of the world's biggest Buddha. He's carved into the side of a mountain, at the convergence of 3 rivers. Holy crap where there a lot of tourists...it was NUTS! We met these two Brit guys who were staying at the same hotel, and together the four of us battled the masses of Chinese tourists. We also, several times, entered pagodas and caves that had signs outside that said "off-limits" but that officials had forgotten to lock up, so we just opened the gates and walked in, when we came out, the masses of tourists had decided to copy us and so we cleared the scene before the officials could come and kick the shit out of people entering "no entry" zones.
 
Really like Chengdu and surroundings. Going to hike 20 km of trail in the Qing Cheng mountains tomorrow, 2-day excursion...will see 5 Dragon Gorge...supposed to be beautiful. We booked our tickets to Tibet...flying out on Saturday!!! YAY!!!


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Sunday, August 08, 2004

In Chengduuuuuuuuuu!!!

Just got off an 18-hour soft sleeper from Kunming...waaaay better than the hard sleeper hell we did before. Ate some fried frog on the train, not the legs, but the whole damn frog...skin and all. Yummmmy....
 
Chengdu is humid and smelly...go figure. We're gonna try and see some Pandas today, but apparently the lazy mofos sleep for all but like 2 hours of the day, so who knows if we'll get a glimpse of them or not. Heading for Leshan tomorrow to see the biggest Buddha in the world, carved into the mountainside on a river.



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Saturday, August 07, 2004

The bountiful hills of Kunming!!!

AUGUST 7, 2004
 
After spending a night at Camellia Hostel in Kunming, a noisy but clean place...clean being the operative word since it's hard to come by in China...we decided to hike the Western Hills of Kunming.
 
We got two public buses up to the foot of the hills, took a while, but was dirt cheap. Then we hiked for 2 and a half hours up through mini-stone forests to views of Lake Dian, Kunming city, and the infamous Dragon's Gate.
 
We hiked through the misty mountain forest and took a 17 minute chair-lift over these deep ravines and gorges to the top. Then we fought the hordes of Chinese tourists at Dragon's Gate, all fighting to touch the Dragon's Pearl at the top of the gate. The gate and it's surrounding pavillions were all carved into the mountainside, so kutos to the monks who managed to do all that way back in the day.
 
On the way down, peed in the dirtiest public toilets to-date. A cement trench with no doors, which funnels everything right out off the mountain-side, you can see the mountain through the toilet funnel. There was some chemical in the toilet funnels because when you peed, these fumes were released, felt like tear-gas. We stumbled out of the toilets choking.
 
Kunming is actually a really nice city. The people are pretty nice and friendly, compared with the rest of China...although they seem to spit a lot more here, really gargle before they let fly too.
 
We're headed for Chengdu tomorrow..are bypassing Lijiang because Tiger Leaping Gorge has been closed for the season after an accident there and landslide which has partly blocked the gorge. We're taking an 18-hour train, soft-sleeper this time (first-class)...no more of this cattle car biz.


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Friday, August 06, 2004

Kunming...19 hours later

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.

Squat Toilets & Live Food

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.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

A Watery Grave

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.

From Shanghai to Yangshuo

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.