We took a few days and went to Lijiang, Shuhe, and Baisha with some friends from America.Lijiang old town is a beautiful place to see in China. The small town has streams running under cobble stone foot bridges and through the town square. Shuhe is similar and a little less crowded. It's just a bus ride (or taxi) of 20 minutes out of Lijiang.
The area has grown since we last went in 2008. Most of the attractions (Tiger Leaping Gorge, Snow Mountain, etc.) have doubled in price. For example, we were surprised that just to get into the Snow Mountain park it cost 180 RMB (about $30) and then another 105 RMB ($15) to go up the mountain. That's $45 dollars US to see some snow!We skipped it.
Instead we walked around the towns and talked to the local people. We snapped pictures of old men playing chess and listened to local music on fascinating instruments. Overall it was a better experience for us. Besides, the tourist sights were crowded with people. Taking a little local bus and visiting with the locals was much more enjoyable.
We looked up a friend we knew in Lijiang and he took us to a fantastic dinner meal that evening and again to his sister's place for lunch the next day. He runs an English Tour company that will take you to various local places. If you don't know any Chinese (and even if you do) he's a great tour guide. He does day and multi-day tours including hiking, horseback riding, sight seeing, and shopping. Eric is a local Lijiang resident and speaks perfect English too. One of the best I've met. We met up with him in 2008 and again on this trip. He's a great host. (You can reach him at www.LijiangPrivateTour.com)We enjoyed talking with Mr Li in 龙余湖 Longyuhu. He had been in the Chinese army for some years back in the 50's and had a lot to talk about. He lived in a very modern looking stone house with an old tractor in front of it. I asked if I could take a picture and he was very agreeable. He asked me if I'd like to come inside, so we stepped into his entry area and snapped this picture. His town was at the base of Snow Mountain. The weather was perfect and the people friendly. One old man was squatting over a pile of boards, pulling out nails and straightening them. Our visiting friends talked with him while I snapped pictures.
Further up the road we found some horses grazing under the backdrop of Snow Mountain. On our last visit we rode for four hours and only paid $15 dollars, and the ride included a Naxi meal. This time they wanted $30 for an hour. No tours were around for miles. Some of the horse handlers were sitting in the shade playing cards. So we tried to get a ride for less. We told them that the horses were not doing anything anyway. No riders, no money. We asked for a discount. But the woman in charge was not going to hear of it. She was firm and wouldn't give up a penny. She complained that we'd only make the horses sweaty and that would mean more work for her later, when she had to wipe them down.
It seems that folks here just don't understand the meaning of tourism. They are still stuck in an old mindset. The government gives them a subsidized job to tend a store or tour center. They sit around and gamble playing cards or mahjong and smoke and visit among themselves. They don't care if anyone comes to buy or not. In fact, tourists are an irritant. Free enterprise is still unexplored territory. The ones that "get it" are doing well (like our friend Eric above).
On the way back to our inn in old town we passed some guys skinning and cleaning two deer. They had started when we left the town earlier that morning. Here, late at night they were still at it. They skewer the fresh meat and season it over an open fire. It smelled great but we had already enjoyed some goat meat prepared the same way. Good stuff. Besides these were just snacks. We were looking for something more substantial. And we found it.
Not too far from the water wheel of old town Lijiang was an East Indian restaurant. He had just opened up a week ago. He served us chicken, beef, and vegetable curries with soft, fresh pitta bread, and then later cheesecake and brewed coffee. It was enough to feed the four of us, and it cost just $30 US. I recommend his place if you are visiting Lijiang. He didn't have his website up yet but the restaurant is called "Maya Cafe." Check it out. You'll be glad you went!We finally made it back up to our inn on the hill and watched the moon come up over the city. We opened a bottle of imported wine and talked of our experiences of the day while sitting on our veranda.
Travel is such an exhausting endeavor.
See the show:
Music: De Ushuaia A La Quiaca and Pampa by Ronroco.
(See the photos: Lijiang photos on Flickr.com.)
...dave
Happiness is not having what you want. It's wanting what you have.
All in all we really do enjoy life here. There is pressure for sure. Crazy drivers and rude people. I guess you can find that anywhere. Over all, life is slower here.Yet, some of the events we see everyday here are so strange that to describe them would make you think I was just making stuff up. They are just too weird to the American mind-set to absorb.
For example, we often go shopping in a high-end mall nearby. We can buy anything from photo equipment (Nikon pro cameras) to imported furniture from Thailand. There is even a jewelry floor of jade, diamonds, silver, gold, etc. Well, you get the idea.
Last week I paused in front of the photo store while a woman held her five year old son over a trash can to pee. When she saw me (a blue-eyed stranger) she turned toward me to stare. The result was that the aim of her boy and subsequent stream was diverted to the store glass behind the trashcan and then cascaded onto the floor.
The concept of small children using the bushes, public planter boxes, or even the store entry stairs for a toilet is beyond me. Yet, no one here seems to be the least bit bothered by this custom. Last Saturday a 10 year old kid used the Starbucks planter box seating area! It was not more than 20 feet from the entrance. His mother stood by checking her phone messages. Ten minutes later another kid used the planter box as a runway for his toy airplane, ran it through the "water" and flew it over his head.
I know you think I'm making this stuff up, but I swear to you, this is an everyday occurrence. In fact, every kid not potty trained wears "split pants" that is, pants with the crotch un-sewn. It's always open. The kid does not wear diapers. This is convenient for the parents. When the kid has to go, they hold the squatting kid in their arms over the closest gutter or sidewalk plant to relieve themselves.
And I used to complain about lazy dog owners walking their pets in the park.
...dave
Build a bridge and get over it. - Anon
