Back in Minnesota from my travels, so I’m also back, blog-wise.
Devin has a pretty good city-for-city entry about China already, but I feel obligated to write one for my blog — so here we go.
Devin and I spent a week in Hong Kong before heading into Mainland. Overwhelmed Devin with countless aunts and uncles, all doting on him and us. Saw the sights, fought a few times, enjoyed each other again for the first time in over 3 months.
First stop: Guilin, city of limestone mountains. The scenery is so strange that it almost looks like Wookiee Planet C from Star Wars. Our friend Kuhn Yin and her family hosted us for several days. During that time, we climbed 6 ‘mountains’, feasted on a Guilin-style banquet and saw the city by foot.
Being trapped in the heart of Yangshuo was somewhat unpleasant, kind of like ending up in Vegas when you were expecting countryside. But we got that too, by biking out half an hour from town. We saw a 1400-year-old Banyan tree and climbed on top of “Moon Hill” for a spectacular view of the surrounds.
I was pretty proud of the woven hat that I bought from one of the vendors, who offered to sell it to me for Y50… to which I said ‘hell no!’ I got it for Y15 in the end. It left me when we returned to Guilin, after leaving it unattended for a couple hours on a stairwell.
We made this city our vacation from vacation, but only because we found an amazing hostel called Sim’s Garden Guesthouse. These people have thought of everything; you name it, they have it. They’ve got answers for you even before you’ve thought of the question. Chengdu was easy to get around, so between walking and taking the bus, we got to know the city fairly well. We splurged on DVDs and ate Sichuan-style food, which was both oily and spicy. I guess I’m all-in-all a Guangdong gal cuz I definitely prefer the food from my own region.
Moxi, Hailuogou Glacier and Gongga Shan
I think the Chinese army decided to set up a military base near this small mountain town because Devin was pulled off the bus at one of their checkpoints on the way to Moxi. Every day, legions of young Chinese men and women jog up and down the streets of the village itself. I suppose if you can run for miles on a mountain, doing the same distance at a lower elevation would be a sinch. I was out of breath every ten steps while clambering over this glacier.
…and back again.
Back in Hong Kong, we celebrated Devin, Uncle Norman and Aunt Po’s birthdays, saw big fish, and got sick just in time for the flight home. The ending of a fun trip!