From the Mediterranean Sea to the Pacific Ocean, this is my first "round-the-world" tour and the first time I am traveling alone. It's also the first time I am NOT the leader of the group. This will be a huge adventure for me, one that tests my patience (smile), stamina and my ability to adapt. I can't wait!
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Terracotta Warriors and the Tombs of Jingli
Well, totally blown away by the site! Saw an exinbit from here in Chicago in 1978 and vowed then that some day...
The site was beautifully done, modern, fresh, functional. The puts being excavated revealed so much more than Photos and movies, etc.
We had a grand and charming guide who did a great job of presenting the site. After viewing the excavations we toured the museum.
After lunch we rented a private car and headed out to the tombs of a Emperor Jingli and Empress Wang. The underground site was just as amazing as the warriors, only in miniature. Really cool. Take a good look at the little ones. They were morphologically correct. Ha-ha.
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The site was beautifully done, modern, fresh, functional. The puts being excavated revealed so much more than Photos and movies, etc.
We had a grand and charming guide who did a great job of presenting the site. After viewing the excavations we toured the museum.
After lunch we rented a private car and headed out to the tombs of a Emperor Jingli and Empress Wang. The underground site was just as amazing as the warriors, only in miniature. Really cool. Take a good look at the little ones. They were morphologically correct. Ha-ha.
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Saturday, June 22, 2013
Frustration
OK, I said I wouldn't complain again but...yesterday afternoon was probably the most frustrating day I have had in a LONG TIME!
We arrived in Xian shortly after 2:00 to a five star hotel in the center of the tourist district; upscale with beautiful rooms and great Wifi. We were a bit uncomfortable parking our muddy truck in front and lugging in backpacks. We looked a bit out of place-ha-ha!
With the afternoon free it was time for me to get my visa extended. My current one expires in six days-I need a 12 day extension. My research and confirmation told me it would be a 20 minute process at the local public service office. It was also a good time to mail that big box of stuff home and there was a China Post a few blocks away.
Our guide insisted on going with me even though I was confident I could get it done alone. He also insisted that the Chinese postal service was totally unreliable-Lonely Planet says they are fine. I insisted so he got a cab and we headed out. He had to ask directions twice (there's a post office just about every three blocks).
We arrived at China Express Postal and Logistics. He insisted this was the national postal service. They weighed, repackaged and quoted me $500! By this point I was fit to be tied. I picked up the 50 lbs box and walked into the street.
One block down was a China Post station. We went in, he started to talk and I interrupted. Using sign language and a few Chinese words I learned that yes I could mail the package but that I would need to go to a nearby substation a few blocks away. He gave me directions in Chinese which I clearly understood.
Once on the street Tao insisted that we needed to go to the passport office first. I said we needed to go to the PBS. We disagreed. We stopped several cabs but none would give us a ride. By 4:30 we had waited almost 45 minutes and could not get a cab. I told him that it was too late-he insisted the visa office was open until 6pm.
I picked up the box once again and said I was going to the post office with or without him and started walking. At the next corner he said to turn right. I told him it was two more blocks. He made some comment about when did I learn to speak Chinese and walked off. I relented carrying the huge and heavy box. Two blocks in the wrong direction we were lost once again. I stopped a policeman and asked for help. He confirmed that I was originally right. We arrived at the postal location ten minutes after they had closed!
A few telephone calls later we learned that the visa office closed at 4:30! The PBS was still open but on the other side of town. It took another 30 minutes and a 100 yuan bribe to get a cab back to the hotel.
I've learned two things. First, I'm trusting my instincts and Chinese language skills in the future. Second, I'll get this stuff done on my own. Lastly, I'm gonna kill this idiot the first chance I get!
Whew! Glad I got all that off my chest!
We arrived in Xian shortly after 2:00 to a five star hotel in the center of the tourist district; upscale with beautiful rooms and great Wifi. We were a bit uncomfortable parking our muddy truck in front and lugging in backpacks. We looked a bit out of place-ha-ha!
With the afternoon free it was time for me to get my visa extended. My current one expires in six days-I need a 12 day extension. My research and confirmation told me it would be a 20 minute process at the local public service office. It was also a good time to mail that big box of stuff home and there was a China Post a few blocks away.
Our guide insisted on going with me even though I was confident I could get it done alone. He also insisted that the Chinese postal service was totally unreliable-Lonely Planet says they are fine. I insisted so he got a cab and we headed out. He had to ask directions twice (there's a post office just about every three blocks).
We arrived at China Express Postal and Logistics. He insisted this was the national postal service. They weighed, repackaged and quoted me $500! By this point I was fit to be tied. I picked up the 50 lbs box and walked into the street.
One block down was a China Post station. We went in, he started to talk and I interrupted. Using sign language and a few Chinese words I learned that yes I could mail the package but that I would need to go to a nearby substation a few blocks away. He gave me directions in Chinese which I clearly understood.
Once on the street Tao insisted that we needed to go to the passport office first. I said we needed to go to the PBS. We disagreed. We stopped several cabs but none would give us a ride. By 4:30 we had waited almost 45 minutes and could not get a cab. I told him that it was too late-he insisted the visa office was open until 6pm.
I picked up the box once again and said I was going to the post office with or without him and started walking. At the next corner he said to turn right. I told him it was two more blocks. He made some comment about when did I learn to speak Chinese and walked off. I relented carrying the huge and heavy box. Two blocks in the wrong direction we were lost once again. I stopped a policeman and asked for help. He confirmed that I was originally right. We arrived at the postal location ten minutes after they had closed!
A few telephone calls later we learned that the visa office closed at 4:30! The PBS was still open but on the other side of town. It took another 30 minutes and a 100 yuan bribe to get a cab back to the hotel.
I've learned two things. First, I'm trusting my instincts and Chinese language skills in the future. Second, I'll get this stuff done on my own. Lastly, I'm gonna kill this idiot the first chance I get!
Whew! Glad I got all that off my chest!
Friday, June 21, 2013
To Xian
With no wifi now for three days and still raining, we departed Pingliang heading for Xian, capitol of Shaanxi Province, and home to the famous Army of Terracotta Warriors! We'll be here for three days. A full city tour, nightlife, the Terracotta site, extensive historic sights, getting visa extensions, and mailing home packages of souvenirs and winter gear are on the agenda. We'll also be saying goodbye to Viton, our Vietnamese Aussie, who flys home tomorrow. The four hour drive on the toll road was uneventful and arriving in this massive city was a sight to behold. Skyscrapers and construction went on for miles. The amount of people (6 million) and traffic was mind-boggling. We're below 1,000 ft and the rain had stopped. We settled into our comfy 4* city center hotel to rest, catch up, and regroup. Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
Red World
After drying off and warming up we realized it was Zero Beer Thirty (oh, Bobbie, shoulda come)! Now finding a cold one in a warm beer town is not easy! Eventually we discovered a small store hiding an chest refrigerator under a canvas-you have to really work at this stuff sometimes. Magically appearing were eight cold ones. The four of us consumed with glee chatting with the folks coming home from work. Amazing how much you can accomplish with a smile and a hello, a few photos on the iPhone and a bunch of curious kids! Gathering forces we decided to attack an upstairs restaurant that had windows overlooking to park below. "Red World" hesitantly welcomed us-they don't get many faces like ours in this small town. The place was of course completely done up in red-thus the name. The menu was all in Chinese and no one spoke English so we wandered around the other tables looking at everyone's food, pointing and commenting!
Eventually a banquet appeared, individual boiling hot pots, sliced meats, fish, prawns, a dozen or so different veggies, wine, beer, and a bottle of Chinese hooch hidden under the table! We were making quite a stir with photo requests from other guests, the guys in the private room next door yelling and laughing at our hair and beards, and the kitchen staff (all 20+) constantly coming out to check in our status. A few extra plates of food appeared, more beer and more laughs! We ended the evening with several versus of Old Lang Syne, both in English and Chinese-they claim the song is original to them-thanks goodness Robbie Burns isn't in our group! A few hugs, more photos, and even a kiss on the cheek for me from the head chief was followed by the bill! Yikes! For the six of us, all that food and drink, all that fun, came to a staggering $52 USD!Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
Kongtong Mountain
Home of Taoism, this magnificent collection of temples perched high above the city of Pingliang is amazing...even in the pouring rain. We left the hotel at 10:30 (it was REALLY raining earlier). Remember all those Chinese paintings of craggy mountains shrouded in fog with temples perched on top? Well this is the place and it's for real. We toured the mountain, both middle and high, climbed over 1,800 stone steps to the HIGH temple, and were amazed at all the carved gods and altars. Drenched to the skin we retuned down the 8,900 ft perch and back to a warm hotel room for the night. It was quite a day, both historically and physically challenging. It was Tao's first visit to to mountain. He took a lot of notes. Remember his promise a few days earlier! Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
Night Market
We slept a couple of hours and then hit the Lanzhou Night Market. I hadn't slept well the night before so I decided to take a sleeping pill. Funny, it usually takes a couple of hours to kick in so...
Squid on a stick
Chicken wings and things
Noodle bar
Sausage bar
Fried veggies on a stick
Potatoes
Scheun noodle bar
Fried pork and jalapeño sandwiches
Shrimp, crawfish, mussels, clams, snails
Tripe
Land snails in chili sauce - these were the best
BBQ whole fish. This was bass.
Fresh ham sandwiches
Boiled sheep heads. It is cut in half and you pick out the brain with chopsticks. Hmmmm!
Ate it all and went to bed! Pill kicked in...ah!
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The Long March
In the middle of my narcotic induced stupor we departed Lanzhou early traveling due east along the route of the Red Army's historic "Long March" of 1934 when Mao Zedong defeated the KMT forces of Chang Chai Shiek. Our destination today was Pingliang and the mystically mountain of Kongtong Shan, birthplace of Taoism. We will spend two nights here exploring the mountain and the many Taoist temples. To commemorate the Long March I bought Dan Stewart a new hat to wear while reading about Alaska politics!
Lower Altitude
While we were touring around Xiahe yesterday the lads worked on Sura. They found a shorted wire, changed out a tie-bar, and cleared the fuel line. We woke with no electricity or running water. The town had shut down during the night due to a power failure. With everything else purring and in order, we departed this little part of Tibet late morning for our moderate drive to Lanzhou. From 12,000 ft with overcast skies and rain, we made great time as we coasted downhill. It seems we had enjoyed the one sunny day in weeks while we were there! Good karma continues to precede our journey. At 1pm we stopped for gas and discovered we had a hitchhiker. Our mangy little feline friend must have climbed aboard Sura and rode the last 250km on top of the gas tank. When finally coaxed to give up his free ride he found himself in a new town a LONG way from home :-(. After our gas stop the GPS was pointing ominously at that scary mountain road we had done a few days earlier. No other option was showing. Tao insisted that there was a turnpike that would take us around the mountains and straight to our destination...AND...he was amazingly right! We drove the superhighway all the way to Lanzhou. Through the fog we passed some exceptional Chinese architecturally inspired mosques with minarets that looked like pagodas. We are now more than halfway across China and the Muslim influence is alive and well. Not what any if us expected to see. Upon arrival in Lanzhou, the most air-polluted city in China and one of the 30 most in the world (worse than Beijing), we checked in to a nice hotel. The staff spoke English and in conversation claimed that the only time they see blue skies or the moon is after a heavy rain, and then only for a few hours. At dinner Tao promised that from this point on he was more than familiar with our route and itinerary. We all thanked him for the change and had a few laughs recalling the many wild goose chases over the past several weeks! Heard it before. We'll see how this plays out. Tomorrow we travel to a huge historical site and mountain climbing...really! Sorry, no photos today. The weather was lousy, foggy, and wet. I was grumpy, foggy, and wet. Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
Monday, June 17, 2013
Xiahe
Three others and I woke at 5am to participate in the walk with the monks. Xiahe
is home to the
famed Labrang
Tibetan Buddhist monastery, one of the largest
Tibetan Buddhist monasteries outside of the Tibet Autonomous Region. The town is
populated largely by ethnic Tibetans.
The monastary is huge covering dozens of city blocks and is surrounded by a
high wall with many gates. The walk around this wall is called the Kora and
consists primarily of countless prayer wheels and a few open temples.
The prayer wheels are round drums, made of wood and or copper and brass.
They are mounted on turntables that can be spun manually. They are painted with
colorful Buddhist images and prayer scripts.
We got in line with mostly town's people and a few monks and walked the
circuit. Some touched and turned every wheel softly chanting prayers and
bowing before temples, grave markers, and other religious images and sites.
Other dropped to the ground prostrating themselves repeatedly.
The architecture and carvings of dragons and other religious images were
beautiful. The gilded domes and spires were unique. The smell of incense was
overwhelming in the temples.
The local people have very dark brown skin and black hair. The women wear
their hair in long neatly braided pigtails. Many wear men's fedora hats. If I
didn't know better I could easily have been in Peru or Bolivia with the hats
perched high on their heads and the long colorful woven dresses.
In the morning during the procession I was asked by our tour leader to not
take photos. We were the only tourists doing the walk. We soon spread out and I
was alone. It was a quiet and peaceful two mile walk around the complex.
Later in the morning we returned for a full guided tour of the monastery
and I went back to capture some of what I had see.
We toured three college buildings on the monastery-medicine, philosophy,
and theology. The shrines were elaborately decorated with flowers, food and yak
butter lamps.
We were there on time for the lady morning prayers. One thousand monks
chanting and playing drums and bells. Very unique sounds and smells. Our guide
was a 23 year old monk with excellent English. There was money scattered over
every altar in every shrine. Guess who the wealthiest inhabitants are in this
village.
In the afternoon I shared a private car with a fellow traveler and we
visited the Heavenly Lake of the Good Fortune. 40 minutes out of town and 12,000
feet high was a small lake with a huge good Fortune shrine and bonfire.
Thousands of prayer flags streamed up the mountain sides and millions of good
fortune paper loitered the entire area. Amazing.
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Tippy-toes into Tibet
We started our sixth day without wifi by enjoying a traditional Gansu style breakfast at our Liujiaxia hotel: rice porridge, grilled peppers, green beans, kim-chi, hard boiled eggs and steamed wheat buns. Interesting!
Today we traveled to Xiahe for two days as close to Tibet as we can get without a visa. This quaint village, high up on the Tibetan plateau, sits in the far southwestern edge of Gansu province outside of the autonomous border. The population is predominately Tibetan. Kinda like sneaking up to a neighbors fence and peeking over and through the cracks.
To get here we had to cross the Yellow River once again, we were told this time by ferry. Departing Liujiaxia we followed the river and its stunning orange and yellow cliffs. We crossed a bridge in serious need of repair-yikes, there were several one foot separations in the pavement looking straight down to the water!
Crossing over another bridge and the river again we found ourselves on the opposite shore of the reservoir and headed in sorta the right direction. Every time we passed a work crew Tao would stop and ask for directions.
The road followed a huge ridge some 8500 ft up, twisting and winding our way still sorta in the right direction. The two lane road was in good repair which eased my anxiety over the steep drops on each side. It was however foggy and cool. Threading our way across the top of the world had its moments. Yikes!
Terraced pastures stepped their way up the steep slopes and the hills were alive with thousands of alpine orchids. Thanks to Amelia I now know how to spot them! We passed through many small Uyghur villages with simple mosques and houses.
Four hours later we were out of the mountains, down to a river and in a good sized town where we stopped for lunch. The meal was vegetarian and excellent. We were more than well fed for $4 each.
We continued past big and small towns following the river through a hugely agricultural valley. Eventually we began to climb again. The houses started looking different, each with the same colorfully painted borders and ornate carved portals. There were lots of prayer flags and totems.
Eventually we were in the middle of a massive mountain highway project and it was so going. Sura was acting up and losing power so there was some concern.
The sun came out, the road signs began being in Tibetan script and then we lost power. We pulled into a truck lot, popped the cab, and attracted a bit of attention. Dave changed the fuel filter and checked the hoses.
Back on the road we limped along a bit more until Sura conked out just 3 km from our destination. The lads jiggled this and that, she turned over a few times, and we made it into town. Looks like a fuel pump.
PS: Never did see that ferry!
Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
Today we traveled to Xiahe for two days as close to Tibet as we can get without a visa. This quaint village, high up on the Tibetan plateau, sits in the far southwestern edge of Gansu province outside of the autonomous border. The population is predominately Tibetan. Kinda like sneaking up to a neighbors fence and peeking over and through the cracks.
To get here we had to cross the Yellow River once again, we were told this time by ferry. Departing Liujiaxia we followed the river and its stunning orange and yellow cliffs. We crossed a bridge in serious need of repair-yikes, there were several one foot separations in the pavement looking straight down to the water!
Crossing over another bridge and the river again we found ourselves on the opposite shore of the reservoir and headed in sorta the right direction. Every time we passed a work crew Tao would stop and ask for directions.
The road followed a huge ridge some 8500 ft up, twisting and winding our way still sorta in the right direction. The two lane road was in good repair which eased my anxiety over the steep drops on each side. It was however foggy and cool. Threading our way across the top of the world had its moments. Yikes!
Terraced pastures stepped their way up the steep slopes and the hills were alive with thousands of alpine orchids. Thanks to Amelia I now know how to spot them! We passed through many small Uyghur villages with simple mosques and houses.
Four hours later we were out of the mountains, down to a river and in a good sized town where we stopped for lunch. The meal was vegetarian and excellent. We were more than well fed for $4 each.
We continued past big and small towns following the river through a hugely agricultural valley. Eventually we began to climb again. The houses started looking different, each with the same colorfully painted borders and ornate carved portals. There were lots of prayer flags and totems.
Eventually we were in the middle of a massive mountain highway project and it was so going. Sura was acting up and losing power so there was some concern.
The sun came out, the road signs began being in Tibetan script and then we lost power. We pulled into a truck lot, popped the cab, and attracted a bit of attention. Dave changed the fuel filter and checked the hoses.
Back on the road we limped along a bit more until Sura conked out just 3 km from our destination. The lads jiggled this and that, she turned over a few times, and we made it into town. Looks like a fuel pump.
PS: Never did see that ferry!
Sent from Leopard's iPhone. Read my blog at www.leopard2013.blogspot.com
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