Remember how we visited the silk factory yesterday?
Adrian, a laconic man on our tour, walked onto the bus this morning and asked, “Anyone want to feel my silk underwear?”
A roar of laughter greeted this. As it died away, Sharon from Bayswater quipped, “Oh look, they’re queuing up!!”
Apartments are an empty shell. No doors, no carpet, no kitchen, no bathroom… you have to buy all of that. In this city, it costs $900,000 Aussie dollars for 100 square metres.
There’s a saying that when you buy an apartment, you empty 6 pockets. Not just the married couple, but both sets of parents as well.
100square metres ALSO includes lobby space, elevator space etc. so the apartment is closer to 75 square metres in actual living space.
My god. What a con.
The Chinese used to prefer sons to daughters, as daughters leave to join another family. But now? They prefer girls.
The boys’ families are expected to provide the lions share of the cost of an apartment.
When a baby girl is born, people say to the grandparents, “Congratulations, you can retire earlier!”
When a baby boy is born, they say, “Congratulations, you must work harder!”
West Lake is a natural lake. We took a boat ride. It’s surrounded by a National Park on 3 sides.
No high rise development is allowed lakeside. Apparently, this place is packed on the weekends.
This is a very green city. Trees line the streets, with floral underplantings. If you had to live in a high rise, like 95% of the population does, at least you can see green in this city.
The lake is located smack bang in the city centre. It appears to me that this might very well be the pick of the cities here, as there’s so much greenery , not just by the lake but all through the city.
Hangzhou used to be the capital city. 1,50 years ago they built a 1,400 kms long Grand Canal from here to Hangzhou, purely for the use of the emperor. It took 10 years to make. Concubines, silk, vegetables, rice… he travelled here once, then he was overthrown. His dynasty only lasted 2 generations.
Our next stop was a tea plantation. I didn’t think that I’d buy anything, after buying tea in both Vietnam and Japan, but I ended up buying enough green tea leaves to last me for 5 years. At least, that’s how long they’ll last if I store them in the freezer.
After the tea, it was a long drive through peak hour Friday night traffic to reach Shanghai.
We went straight to a theatre to see the Chinese equivalent of Cirque de Soleil. It was fantastic. I only took one video, of SEVEN motorbikes racing around inside a globe.
This trip has been a little stressful, as my father is dying. I was at the tea plantation when my sister Kate sent me a voicemail, saying that they’ve started Dad on the morphine. He told the doctor that he didn’t want to feel any pain before he dies, so this means the end is near.
Later, Kate messaged to say that one of the nurses looked at Dad and said quietly to Mum, “Tomorrow…”
It’s Saturday morning, as I type this. I fly home tomorrow.
Marco Polo wrote, “There is a heaven in the sky and a heaven on Earth and that is Suzhou.” 800 years ago, this was a city of canals, which reminded him of his home city of Venice.
6 million people live here- as opposed to 28 million in Shanghai. “In China, any city less than 10 million is a small city.”
Suzhou was established 1,000 years ago. It’s on the Yangtze River.
This garden is 500 years old. Lingering Garden is on the world heritage list.
This used to be a rich family’s property. It took the Liu family 16 years to complete the garden. 3 or 4 generations lived there together.
Lotus fish pond. They are spraying mist across the pond for the lotus plants- and for the visual.
This place is not on a huge parcel of land, but it’s cleverly designed to make the most of the space and to attract every breath of air in this humid place.
The family made their money from silk and salt. You needed permission from the emperor to sell salt, so this family was very wealthy. Everyone needs salt.
The rocks here are the same as in the Forbidden City. They come from the lake here.
There’s a 500 year old ginkgo tree over the lotus. 5 ginkgo seeds a day are good for the brain, so Summer says.
They bring the rocks from the lake during winter, when the lake and canals are frozen so they can slide the rocks. They were a huge status symbol because it was so expensive.
The people live upstairs to try and keep away from the constant humidity. They also wear silk in preference to anything else.
Sitting room.
This is the biggest place for the family to entertain. Mahogany furniture, uncomfortable so needed cushions. The room opens up to a huge rock garden, which is a huge boast about their wealth.
Family treasure, passed down for generations. This was really impressive. A big single marble piece with natural colours. River, mountain and a full moon in the sky. The characters are man made, but everything else is natural.
Another family treasure was this silk painting, you can see through it. Good for bigger rooms. It also hides the young girls from outsiders. It allowed the women to check out prospective suitors, being able to see and hear them secretly.
This was important, as marriages were arranged then. Summer said that the first time her grandparents met was on their wedding day. “Fortunately, they fell in love after that,” she said.
Remember our guide in Beijing? Tina also had an arranged marriage, but she definitely didn’t get a happy life. Parents don’t always know the best for their children.
Windows were made of rice paper for the poor people, but rich people used very thin white silk.
The bonsai sections were incredible. There were probably 100+ , which in a way was a shame. Every single one of them was worthy of so much attention, but it was the reverse of “You can’t see the forest for the trees.”
Dad used to bonsai trees and there are still a couple surviving. These ones were well over 100 years old. Just look at the trunks!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen bonsais like this before- made to grow on rocks.
They look like South Pacific islands.
This place was amazing. As I walked through, I could imagine the wealthy family living in this place built to catch the breezes and the shade. It would have been a pleasant place to live.
Our next stop was a silk factory. The reason these China tours are so cheap is because the Chinese government subsidises them, requiring that the tourists get paraded around to various factories. They know that we’re mostly going to buy stuff.
5,000 years ago, this woman called Leizu brought the knowledge of silk making to China. This proved to be an absolute bonanza for China, as silk has been one of China’s major exports ever since.
They have a temple for Leizu here, as this is the silk capital of China.
2,000 years later, China was exporting silk to Europe via the Silk Road, and by sea via Shanghai, Malacca and Venice.
Nowadays, the silk industry is controlled by the government.
They certainly made a killing here today. Most couples bought something, and it was mostly bedding. Silk Donna’s, covers, sheets and pillowcases were flying out the door. I restrained myself and merely bought a scarf each for Mum and myself.
We went for a boat ride on a canal, where the fresh water came from the lake. When Marco Polo came here, the whole city was built around canals. Now there are only 18 canals left. They were dug 1,000 years ago.
The boats we were in were floating past the old houses. These are an oddity here as they’re privately owned. The government has what we would call a heritage listing over them, and they help people renovate them, as long as they’re within the guidelines.
You can see why Marco Polo called it the Venice of the East.
We were given an hour to wander around, grab some lunch and see the sights. We sampled pan-Fried dumplings, which Blogless Sandy liked more than I did.
After lunch we wandered around for a while.
It was very pretty.
When we joined Summer again, she took us for a walk up to the old city wall.
The views weren’t at all bad. Our next stop is the city of Hangzhou. Then Shanghai, then home.
So I may have bought another set of earrings… these ones match my genuine emerald ring that I bought in Thailand in 2997. But these are fake.
To be honest, today wasn’t the most exciting day I’ve had travelling, but if you’re following along, you’ll know I’ve had a very good run.
Can’t complain!
1,500 degrees and lots of pressure to grow a diamond. They start with graphite, then squeeze it under incredible heat to produce this pretty diamond dust.
We were told not to touch it, but of course a couple of people put their fingers in. Have I mentioned that this is the stupidest group I’ve ever travelled with? Don’t get me wrong… there are a lot of great people in the group. But there are a fair few people who don’t know their arses from their elbows. Anyway, back to my notes.
It’s finished in 40 minutes, then a further 7 days needed till the end.
Less than 10 carats are for jewellery, more than this is military and industrial.
The first machine selects for shape. It works on vibration.
Magnetic separator separates the good quality on the left from the bad quality or industrial quality on the right.
The workshop runs 24 hours a day 3X8 hour shifts. We were taken to the shop, but I’ve already told you what happened there.
Then it was off to a museum.
3,600 years ago, this guy founded the second dynasty in China. Also, see the guy standing with his wife in the foreground? It turns out we went to the same primary school, though he was about 10 years ahead of me. Small world,
Shang Dynasty, which was part of the New Stone Age.
Before this, it was a matriarchal society. Then, they decided to move away from being sensible.
Bronze drinking vessel.
Porcelain bowl. You can see how they’ve put it together after it was smashed. The passage of time is hard on crockery.
Primarily fish was used in their diet because as Dominic said, if they came across animals, the animals would eat them, so fish were safe to catch and easy to eat.
A pig in a sacrificial pit. One year later, you sacrifice a pig for him. Then every 3 years.
They had a few dioramas which weren’t bad, but I have to say that I could have done with less museum.
Then it was off to the train station for the third and last time to catch a bullet train.
Blogless Sandy and I agree that travelling on a fast train is really the way to go. Lots of leg room, swift, quiet and very civilised.
We have 3 more cities before we come home. This tour covers a lot of ground in a very short time.
So yes, not the most riveting day, but tomorrow sounds like it should be good. According to Summer, our new guide, we’ll be walking in the footsteps of Marco Polo.
Shaolin Temple is famous for king fu and medicine.
Kids start at 6, with 90% being Chinese. Also, around 90% are boys.
7K AUD a year is the fee to go to the school here. It’s not cheap. They are there from 7:20 am to 6pm. Domenic has a 12 year old son there, so he knows a lot about it.
Tang dynasty started this. 618 – 907.
When the civil war started, the Tung leader fled to the Shaolin Temple, which only had 100 monks. They went out and defeated the 10,000 strong army.
Two years later, the Tung guy took the throne and raised the temple high. They went from 100 to 1,000 monks.
Lots of monks went there to be fed, and to learn self defence.
If you wanted to learn kung fu, you had to spend a year hauling water up the mountain to the temple.
At times, their numbers swelled to 3,000, but this made the government nervous, as the monks were such good fighters. The numbers were eventually capped at 500.
1,400 years ago, the city had 1 million people. 80,000 people were from other places, such as Korea , Iran and Russia.
Kung fu has 10 different parts, with the fighting being only one part. Tai Chi is another part.
Before 2020, the birth rate was 20 million a year.
Now, it’s around 10 million a year.
It’s very expensive to get married here in China.
In 1970, to get married, people needed a Sewing machine to make clothes, a Phoenix brand bicycle, and a watch.
1980, they needed a fridge, TV (programs were only from 7 -9),and washing machine.
1990, they needed air conditioner, a colour tv, video recorder.
2000, it was a computer, a car and an apartment. “If you have a house, the lady will marry you.”
Because of this, housing prices have shot up.
2010- credit card and BMW = Be My Wife or Bring My Wallet!
Cheaper BMWs are made here in Beijing. MGs are now made in China too. A guy on our tour loves his.
6 cities are built around making iPhones. There are 300,000 people in this city who work for Apple. Our guide was laughing about Trump’s tariffs, saying that the Americans can’t pay so much extra.
To my chagrin, Domenic said that it costs $200 to make my phone. I paid $1,500!
“You very rich lady to pay that!” He said.
“I was, until I bought this!” I replied.
8 months salary pays for the average iPhone Max. Crazy. “But some Chinese ladies like to do this.”
“How much is petrol here?” someone asked.
“Bloody expensive!” he replied. The ‘bloody’ was in an Australian accent. It turns out that it’s the same as Australia, but as Lucas said, we earn 4 times as much as the average Chinese, so petrol is hugely expensive for them.
10,000 students are here. People send their less academically gifted sons. When they graduate, they tend to work in security as bodyguards.
Zen Buddhism is from here.
The lion means power.
The Gate is 300 years old. By the way, I’m copying from my notes. There may be speeling nistakes.
Temple 1,500 years old.
Ginkgo tree is the same age as the temple.
See the holes in the trunk? They are from the kung fu students practicing jabbing their fingers to be strong enough to break through tiles, etc.
Tortoise is 1,400 years old. The writing is Chinese cursive and the vast majority of Chinese people can’t read it any more. These tortoise statues were dotted all over the place. Their symbolic meaning is longevity.
The statue to the right of the Buddha is of the guy who brought Buddhism back to this area.
This is very much a working monastery. This building with the reclining Buddha is a study hall.
They cook in these big pots, while students are suspended above, learning how to kick and somersault in mid air. I imagine the motivation would be high.
Once Domenic had shown us the first 3 levels of buildings, we were given 7 minutes to explore. The pace on this trip is frenetic. Blogless Sandy elected to whip up and see the last building. There were a lot of steps. I chose to amble back down and see what I could see.
On top of a roof.
After this, we walked to see the monks’ graveyard. It was a hot day, but even so, I was regretting wearing my sandals. My feet weren’t getting as much support as they clearly needed.
The graveyard here has more than 200 markers for monks from level one to level seven. The higher the tomb, the higher the level the monk achieved.
Once we’d taken our photos, we kept walking. This part of the tour wasn’t on the itinerary. Someone had asked Domenic if we could go on the chairlift to the top of the mountain. For an extra $25 AUD each, we could. Blogless Sandy and I have agreed that we’ll sign up for everything, so we handed over a 100 yuan note each to Domenic.
No one realised just how much walking was involved to get to the place where the chairlift was. It was “only” 900 metres, but it was uphill. I tell you, this is yet another example of why I’m travelling so much while I’m reasonably nimble. Some of the older and fatter people in the group were having trouble, but we all made it in the end.
The views from the cable car were amazing.
Very grand and spectacular.
We got out and wandered around the top. I was assuming that the views of the mountains and valleys were the drawcard.
But then I got the best surprise I’ve had for a long while…
Zoom in to the cliff.
See the village and temple there? How exquisite!
Imagine living way up there? What would it be like?
There was a path leading all the way up to the village. We only had half an hour before we had to leave, but we decided to walk as far as we could before we had to turn back.
It was still high 30’s, so the shade and the breeze were very welcome. Half way along, there was a clump of eateries, a massage place and a stall where a guy was selling etchings of the temple carved onto grains of rice. Free enterprise is alive and well here.
Here’s one that Sandy took, which shows just how the path was clinging to the cliff. For someone who’s leery of heights, she did remarkably well.
There came a point where we were right near the end of the cliff, but time was ticking. We took some photos, then headed back.
I’ll never forget the sight of the buildings perched on the edge of the cliff, with the sheer rock plunging down to the valley below. How beautiful and isolated it was.
I’m so glad I didn’t know about it beforehand. It was the most wonderful surprise.
The terracotta warriors were found in 1974 by a local farmer while he was digging a well.
When he first found the statues, he thought they were ghosts, because they had natural colouring when they were first uncovered, then the colours disappeared within 3 minutes due to oxidisation.
In the last couple of years, scientists have figured out how to stop this from happening.
Here is a view of what the statues actually looked like before the oxidisation happened.
As people kept digging, they found 8,000 life-sized warriors- all with different faces. They are still digging, finding more warriors, bronze chariots, animals etc. “The emperor needed BMW for the afterlife.”
Xi’an was the ancient capital of China, so that’s why the warriors are here.
Emperor Qin ascended the throne at 13, and died at 50. 221BC, so they are more than 2,000 years old.
The first dynasty knew how to make metal, so they took over the whole of China. They believed in an afterlife, like the Egyptians, except they didn’t do human sacrifice like in Egypt. They had an army of clay, but they were based on real people, so “There are no twins” said Maggie, our guide for today.
The farmer was paid $5 for his trouble. But he was given the duty free shop, so he makes money this way. He’s 77 years old now. Here he is, signing books for 200 yuan ($50) each and lapping up his celebrity.
There are more than 40,000 visitors here each day. On Chinese public holidays, that number doubles. The bullet trains are the main reason why visitor numbers have exploded. It’s far easier for people to travel here.
When US President Clinton came to see the warriors, the farmer was primed to say two remarks to him. The first was “How are you?” and the second was “Me too.” The farmer spoke no English so he had no clue as to what he was saying. He had to memorise the sounds.
The farmer, when he was brought out in front of all the media to meet the president, forgot exactly what to say, so he asked Clinton, “Who are you?”
“I’m the president of the USA,” said Clinton.
The farmer replied, “Me too!”
Pit 1 has 6,000 statues. Most of these are infantry. The buildings that house them are massive, and are air conditioned, which was wonderful because the temperature was a balmy 39C. People were swarming all over the place.
The emperor’s tomb is 1.5 kms behind them. They are facing outward to protect him.
There are no weapons in Pit 1, because slaves came back after the emperor died to damage his army and leave him vulnerable in the afterlife. They weren’t all that fond of him.They smashed statues and stole the weapons. These statues are being repaired.
After opening hours is when the restoration and archeology takes place. There’s no way anyone could concentrate on their work with thousands of people jostling each other, trying to get a better view of them.
Each statue weighs between 200 and 300 kg .
This one is wrapped in plastic wrap to protect the colours from the air.
The next place we went to was Pit 3. This pit was found with only 68 soldiers. This was an animal sacrifice centre. They were using the animal bones to foretell the future.
Angry slaves got here too, as you can see.
Pit 2 has 1,000 soldiers and 500 horses. The angry slaves missed this bit, so they’ve kept them underground to preserve their colours and keep them safe. They’ve used sonar etc to work out how many warriors are down here.
The exciting thing is that there are genuine warriors in glass displays along the side wall in this pit. This one is an archer. I this is my favourite one. I bought a little one for $25 to bring home with me.
A high ranking officer. He seems a little full of himself.
A cavalryman and his horse.
I thought this guy would be a king fu guy, but he’s a standing archer. His bow, being made of wood, has rotted away.
I saw these monks going in as we were coming out.
I’m so glad I came to see the warriors. It’s a strange feeling to know that you’re looking at things that were made over 2,000 years ago. The emperor had these made for selfish reasons, but there’s no denying that his belief in the afterlife has been a goldmine for his country. There were a LOT of people there today, and as we were leaving, more busloads were arriving.
I saw this statue in the farmer’s gift shop. Buddha riding a water buffalo, apparently unruffled by the experience. How bizarre.
Here’s another bizarre statue. This one is of the youngest baby dragon, called Pichu. He is beloved by shopkeepers, businessmen and tightarses, because he eats gold, silver and gemstones, but he doesn’t have an anus so he can’t poo out any of the riches he swallows. His expression indicates that he has the worst constipation in the world.
After the terracotta warriors, we walked to a restaurant for lunch, then gathered outside. Maggie counted us all, then off we walked to the bus. We were on our way to the train station for another bullet train ride to our next stop. It was important that we didn’t miss that train!
We were at the bus when the word went out. Ross’s wife had just noticed that he was missing. omg
Maggie and one of the guys raced back to the restaurant to try and find him. Time went by…
We made it to the station with 10 minutes to spare. Apparently, he’d put his hand up for the head count, then saw something interesting in a shop. He glanced at it, and when he looked up all 39 of us had suddenly vanished.
I hope he gave Maggie a very good tip.
Blogless Sandy has been under the weather today. She’s been going on by force of will alone, because there was no way she was going to miss the warriors. It’s the highlight of the tour.
Meanwhile, I’m dowsing myself in hand sanitiser and hoping I don’t catch it.
Our next guide in Zhengzhou is called Domenic. When we arrived, it was 7:30 pm and it was still 36C. I think he’s used to dealing with tired Aussie tourists. We were on the bus not 5 minutes and he was selling cold cans of beer and water. The men were happy on the one hour drive to the hotel.
Today was our last day in Beijing. This afternoon we head off to Xian to see the terracotta warriors.
Our first stop was a Chinese herbal medicine clinic. I expected to be bored, but when they offered us a half hour foot massage for $4AUD, I suddenly changed my tune.
Omg, it was fabulous!
We also had a doctor come and feel our pulses, look at our tongues, ask a few questions about aches and pains, and then give a diagnosis.
Mine? “Lose more weight, fatty!”
Ok, I made up that last word in the sentence. But hey, I’ve lost 9 kilos since Christmas, so I’m on the right track.
After this, we were given two hours to walk around. The Temple of Heaven was right across the road, so Blogless Sandy and I chose to walk across and look around.
Seniors get in for free. We flashed our passports and we were through. There are advantages to getting older.
It turns out that the temple of heaven is set in the middle of a huge park. The day was warm and smoggy, but it was wonderful when there were long pathways underneath huge trees. We made a beeline for the shady path and we strolled along.
It was Sunday, so the locals were taking full advantage. There were lots of family groups, with the children dressed up to the nines. Young girls were dressed in traditional clothes, ready for photographs. Aside from the occasional crying baby, everyone was smiling, in a good mood.
It turns out that there was a boring side and an interesting side here.
We chose the boring side to walk to first. It was pretty enough, but it was a round building with no entrance. We wandered around, but there was nothing really inspiring there.
We headed back to the other building.
Now here’s the stuff!
People everywhere. Even before we saw the temple, I was reminded of the temple we went to in Tokyo, with the crowds of people.
We walked past the roses to climb the stairs and the smell of the roses was amazing. I don’t have a good sense of smell, so it must have been incredibly strong. There were two rose gardens in the grounds. One was full of normal roses, while the other had peonies. We didn’t see them, but there woman I was sitting next to on the bullet train showed me her photos.
I elbowed my way delicately to the front of the heaving scrum trying to see inside the temple.
From way behind me, I heard Blogless Sandy saying, “ Did you get any photos, Frogdancer?” It’s nice to travel with another iPhone user. It makes it so easy to share photos and avoid risking life and limb to both get the perfect shot.
I enjoyed taking this shot. A family was posing for a photograph with a professional photographer, while behind them a young girl was posing for her boyfriend.
The shot of the day!
It was almost a shock to emerge from the beautiful shady greenery to the hustle and bustle of the city streets again. We had a Quick Look through a shopping mall before Tina was shouting, “Tina’s family! Bus is coming! Sticky rice!”
We said goodbye to Tina, and we’ll meet Maggie for Xi’an.
We were off to the train station to take a 5 hour bullet train ride to Xian. Tomorrow we’ll see the terracotta warriors. The weather forecast is for the high thirties, but hey. We can’t expect perfect weather all the time.
Interestingly, my friend Scott is leading a tour group through China at the moment. His group is one day ahead of us, so I’ll message him later and see how it was.
As I type this, I’m on the train. Fortunate Frogdancer has a window seat and so does Blogless Sandy. Maybe my good luck is rubbing off?
Though maybe not. Joanne, the woman sitting next to me, has just bought a package of EIGHT bananas to eat for dinner. How disgusting. They’re the worst food on earth. I hope they don’t smell too much.
We had an early start this morning, so Blogless Sandy and I went down for breakfast 10 minutes after breakfast opened. We were stuck in a queue. Five minutes later I looked back…
Yikes! By the time we got to the head of the line, every seat was full, there was only 30 minutes to go until we needed to be on the bus, and there was a roiling mass of people around the food. Luckily, I saw the door guy had takeaway boxes. We grabbed them and went in.
Blogless Sandy and I had different strategies. She stole a fork and chose sensible options. I went for the “eat with my fingers” and so I found myself standing next to a little boy at the hot chips tray, both of us loading up with chips and chicken nuggets. As we left the packed dining room, there was a CRASH as someone had their plate knocked out of their hands. Of course my meal turned into Frogdancer’s sad breakfast, as I sat in our room shovelling stone cold fries in my mouth. But at least I made sure I got my strong black coffee.
This morning was the iconic Great Wall. What was even more exciting was that we were going to a jade factory first. Ever since I saw the jade bangles that a couple of women bought on the Vietnam trip, I’ve wanted one. Now was my chance.
They say that you don’t choose the bracelet; the bracelet chooses you. A bit like a cat, I guess. I went in there thinking that I’d walk out with a dark green jade, which is the colour everyone thinks of when it comes to jade. I also thought that with jade coming in A, Band C grades, I’d be happy with B.
This is the bangle that chose me:
I also may possibly have bought a pair of earrings to match.
We were back on the bus and Tina gave detailed instructions as to which gate to turn back by. “ Gate 9 is enough. You turn back then. If you go to gate 12, you’ll definitely be lost. I see you in Mongolia!”
She then asked for the passports of everyone aged over 60. “ There are lots of accidents on the wall. The people will take your information and have the ambulance on standby!”
Look at the steep incline we were led to! I messaged Lucas, and he replied with, “Steepest spots usually means best sightseeing.”
Tina’s advice is always practical. “The t-shirts from Great Wall are what I call 3 Generations t-shirt. You buy a t-shirt that fits you. You go home, wash it, it shrinks, so it fits your son. He washes it, it shrink again and it now fits your grandson!”
I clearly remember going to the Great Wall when I was on the North Korea trip in 2018. Helen’s son Matt, our North Korean tour guide, was living in Beijing at the time and so he knew the best part of the Wall to go to. The one with the chair lift up and the toboggan slide down.
Sadly, TripaDeal wants us to exercise.
Blogless Sandy is a lot fitter than I am, so I told her to go ahead. I looked at the mountain ahead of me, remembered that really steep climb I did in Vietnam and decided I’d climb the hill to the building at the top.
Last time, I played a game with myself to take photos that looked as if the place was deserted. It was a challenge, but I got some great shots. This time?
No chance.
I was pleased when I made it to gate 8. Some of those steps were as high as my knee.
The trouble with the Great Wall is that when you reach the spot you challenged yourself to reach, there’s always another chunk in front of you.
I climbed another chunk, then decided that I’d done enough. I went back down and decided to award myself with the same thing I did on my first Great Wall experience.
A Magnum ice cream. My first Wall started my little tradition of ice cream after every high climb or chairlift.
Then it was back into the city to go to the lake and the Hutongs.
It was a Saturday and it was packed. Tina was calling out to us, “Sticky rice! Sticky rice!” every time we crossed a road or had to push through a crowd.
I was excited when we got to the lake, though.
I’ve been here before. Matt took us here on our last afternoon in Beijing.
Everyone in Beijing was here.
The hutong doors are all like this. I remembered the doors in Zanzibar’s Stone Town.
I like looking down the lanes.
After the pedicab ride, we were let off the leash for half an hour to go shopping. Zoom in on the street… this place was packed. Tina warned us that the pickpockets here were highly professional
This is the shop where I bought a little tea caddy in 2018. It’s still here!
It’s not often that I saw a little boy in costume.
After we met up with Tina, we moved through the crowd together… “Sticky Rice! Sticky Rice!”… and we walked through the streets of the hutong quarter of town.
Hutongs are very old houses. Tina said that she lives in one, which has been in her husband’s family for 5 generations. We were going to a family home for dinner and a surprise.
The first thing I saw when I walked through the door was Chairman Mao. I guess every autocrat has to be put in people’s houses somewhere.
The surprise turned out to be a cricket show.
Real crickets, not the game, thank goodness.
This mighty beast is called Mahammad Ali. He’s a fighting cricket. This is a “sport” that has a thousand year history. It goes to prove that people will bet on anything.
The show itself was hilarious. This guy obviously loves the spotlight and he milked it for all it was worth.
He showed us all of the paraphernalia involved with raising these crickets and in the end he showed us a video of a fight. They don’t fight to the death. They have an arena and the first cricket who forces his opponent out of the ring 3 times is the winner.
Crickets only live for 3 months, so it’s a short career.
After the show we had the dinner that our hostess cooked. It was so very good. This was an optional extra, and it was worth every penny.
We wended our way back through the streets until we met our bus. This was a very good day.
I joined a few TripaDeal groups on Facebook when I started booking all of these holidays. This one is the Terracotta Warriors tour. The China FB groupswere explicit about a couple of things.
The flights from Australia get in REALLY late. The days are go!go!go! and the lunches and dinners are late. Blogless Sandy and I took heed and brought a whole heap of muesli and nut bars with us.
So we weren’t surprised when we arrived at our hotel at 2 am. To my surprise, Tina, our Beijing guide, started the day at 9:20, so we were able to get most of a good night’s sleep. Muesli bars stuffed in our bags, along with a couple of hard boiled eggs I souvenired from the breakfast buffet, we jumped on the bus and made our way to our first stop, Tiananmen Square.
Long time readers… very long time readers… might recall that the first time I went to England, my dear friend Scott kept telling me to look up whenever we were in gracious manors or cathedrals. This morning, I looked up to the most enormous building on the road opposite the hotel. The longer I travel, I’m loving how things are starting to prompt memories and emotions between other trips. This morning Blogless Sandy got up and opened the curtains. I had a flashback to Banff last year when Megan got up, opened the curtains and said, “It’s SNOWING!” In Beijing, it was more like smog. Not quite as exciting.
Our first stop was Tiananmen Square. The first thing I noticed was that there is now far more security in place than there was back in 2018. Instead of going through security once at the entrance, we had to put our bags and belongings through scanners multiple times. Here, your ticket is your passport, so you have to be prepared to hand it over to the tour guide who will then organise admission.
The weather was very humid and hot, and all of the concrete pavers in the square weren’t helping things. People were everywhere. Tina told us that you have to book your ticket to come here many days in advance, even for Chinese citizens. This includes visiting the crystal coffin where Mao’s body lies in state. This wasn’t on offer on this tour but no matter. We did it in 2018 when you could just join the queue.
Over 1 million people have visited chairman Mao since he died. As Tina said, he’s far busier now when he’s dead than when he was alive!
We wandered through the place, taking in the sights, then Tina asked us to do a group photo. Now, I’m not a fan of these, to be honest. I know I’ll never look at it again. But she told us the REAL reason tour guides insist on taking these.
It’s because when after tours have finished, occasionally someone will claim that they didn’t go on the tour, or an optional activity, and will try and get their money back. But if your smiling face is there in the group photo, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Interesting, hey?
The left hand side is wishing the Chinese unity and longevity.
People of the world are also wished unity and longevity on the right. In other words, we hope we are a peaceful family with a peaceful world for everyone.
I like this photo because it illustrates something Tina told us. She said that to visit Tiananmen Square was a dream for many Chinese, especially those born after the 1940’s.
I didn’t take too many photos in the Forbidden City because I saw it back in 2018, so my blog posts capture it. This one was taken looking back at a door. It had 81 gold buttons on it, which you can see sticking out. In feng shui, the number 9 is lucky. If you go through the doorway and you touch nine buttons,and then pretend to put the last one in your pocket – that brings you good feng shui. I tried it out. I’ll let you know how it goes.
It was funny wandering around the Forbidden City. I remembered so many things. I remember where to buy the tickets, where we had lunch, where I bought my brass statue of the Empress. I remember walking through the gardens and being able to get close enough to actually see what’s in the pavilions.
It was surprising to me, because I was only there for an afternoon a long time ago, but it was like seeing an old friend.
The grand entrance. It’s wonderful theatre. The way this whole place was designed to accentuate the power and majesty of the emperor is impressive.
The scale is amazing. The courtyards were intended to fit hundreds, if not thousands of people. This square was where the Emperor would give his morning audience, so the government officials would come here early in the morning. And by ‘early’, I mean 4 o’clock in the morning. Feng shui believes that the best time to remember things starts at 4 o’clock in the morning, so that’s why the government officials came to listen to the Emperor. Personally, I think everyone in this scenario would be pissed off at the early starts, from the emperor right down to the lowliest clerk, but I suppose you can’t argue with tradition.
In the middle of the courtyard was a great big cauldron to fill up with water. They were dotted around all over the place. Tina called them ‘Asian fire extinguishers’ and we laughed. They used to be covered in gold, but the French and the British stole the gold when they came through.
Just like in Vietnam and Japan, the girls like dressing up in traditional clothes and taking beautiful photos.
The details here are beautiful. The dragons on the roof, with their tails running down. The colours of the tiles and paint, with gilding accentuating the opulence.
The shape of the pavilions.
The tiles themselves. Stunning.
Imagine being the emperor, standing here overlooking hundreds of people in the courtyard below you and knowing that they were there to fulfil your every command? It would go to your head.
Now, commoners and – even worse – foreigners flood through the doors every day. The horror!
They even bring their toddlers. Even stairs don’t deter them!
We made our way through and joined the group again at the end. Then we had an adventure. We had to jump on a city bus.
I felt sorry for the locals. Our group had 40 people, while half of another TripaDeal group jumped on as well. We rode for 5 squashy minutes until we got off and rejoined our normal bus, probably to the great relief of the locals.
After a late lunch, we went to our first optional extra. It was a stage extravaganza involving puppetry, acrobatics, thousands of litres of water all over the stage and a light show.
Also, ladies wearing live peacocks on their heads, as you can see.
It was spectacular. The guy who designed the opening and closing ceremonies at the Beijing Olympics designed this show ten years earlier. Some people elected not to go, which I thought was pretty dumb. They came halfway across the world and then chose to sit on a bus instead of spend $100 for a ticket to a show that would never be put on in Australia.
We went back to the hotel after this, but the best was yet to come.
Seven years ago, I taught a lovely kid called Lucas in year 8 English. At the end of that year, he and his family relocated back to China after 2 years of living in Australia. When he left, he asked if he could email me, so over the years we’ve kept in touch. Sometimes he’d ask for help with an English problem he had at school, which made me smile.
When I knew I’d be coming here, I let him know. He’s at uni now, studying in Beijing, so we caught up for dinner. I was a little worried that we might run out of things to talk about, but I needn’t have been concerned. We talked and laughed all night and I didn’t get back to the hotel until midnight.
Every teacher has a few special kids that they never forget, and Lucas is one of them for me. I am so proud of the way he’s handled living in different countries with very different cultures, and how he’s taken the best of each of them to carry with him, going forward. He’s a terrific person and I’m so glad we were able to catch up. God, I love travel. It’s so much fun to meet, and then catch up with friends from all over the globe!
Ever since I’ve been home, my timehas been taken up with my parents. Who knew that looking after two elderly people would take up so much time and energy???
Dad is not eating nd the weught has dropped off him. He’s existing on milk, icecream and cups of tea.Still, as one of the nurses said to him, “You can last a long time without food, but only a few days without fluids, so keep drinking that milk!’
I had a long list of things to do for them in the 3 weeks between Africa and China , and I’ve nearly completed it. Trouble is, the list keeps getting things added to it!
All of my kids and their partners are coming here for brunch today, for Mothers Day. THEY are cooking. In a few seconds I’ll be racing into the kitchen to make sure it’s sparkling.
Yesterday we had a day at the resort, just to relax. This concept is something new to me – I never take holidays just to relax. But the day slipped by vey easily with reading, blog writing and a nap. Today – Good Friday – is our last day of sightseeing before we start the long flight home. This is the day that we see what Zanzibar has to offer in natural surroundings.
We drove down to the southern part of Zanzibar, to the National Park, around 35kms from Stone Town. The ranger told us that Zanzibar is flat, with no rivers, lakes or mountains, just small streams.
The rocks that you can see in the path are actually outcrops of coral. This whole place is a thin layer of soil lying on top of a bed of coral. This area is a true wetland – dig a metre deep and you’ll hit water. Many of the trees are mahogany, though there are some huge mango trees as well.
We began walking through the forest in single file. For once, no one was talking. Suddenly, we were face to face with a couple of monkeys.
This is a Sykes monkey, a relative of the vervet monkeys we saw on the mainland.
His friend was sitting on the forest floor, so close I could almost touch him.
A little further along, we saw this millipede. According to the ranger, the millipedes are the safe ones. It’s the centipedes that’ll kill you.
We saw an anteater, or Elephant Shrew, but it was too far away to photograph well. We also saw a few crabs. This place is in between two seas, and the crabs move across from one to the other.
This is a big tree that has blown over. The ranger showed us how shallow the root system is, because of the layer of coral underneath, stopping deep root systems from forming.
A road divides the forest, and here was a bus, jammed to the gills with people. Even though Good Friday isn’t a Muslim thing, they take Government holidays from Tanzania, so Christmas and Easter are public holidays.
And then I got excited, because we came across a family group of the Zanzibar red colobus monkey. They have 4 fingers and no thumbs. There are 3,000 of them.
They eat leaf shoots, unripe fruit- not ripe fruit because they can’t digest sugar- they have a 4 chambered stomach.
Many more females than males. One dominant male.
The baby moved off on its own, so here it is, almost directly above my head. I was pretty safe … I saw it pee a few minutes earlier.
Peaceful and quiet in their group. “ They lead a good life.”
They look after their babies for 20 months.
We passed this one without realising it, and I only saw it when I glanced back and caught the red of its coat.
This Sykes monkey was close enough to touch, if you were silly enough to try. There was a pool of water in the branch and it was hanging upside down drinking from it when we first walked up.
Like this.
Then it was back in the van to go and see the mangrove swamp. Honestly, this part was pretty boring, but I took a few nice shots of people on the roadside along the way.
Either coming home or going to prayers.
Women collecting firewood. We have it so easy.
As we were getting back into the van after the mangrove swamp, which I won’t inflict on you, the village was having a get-together. The little girl in the yellow scarf, to the right of the frame, smiled and we waved at each other as I stepped up into my seat.
Have you ever heard of a butterfly farm?
18 years ago, a Scottish gentleman whose name escapes me, had the idea to create a tourist attraction using butterflies. Locals are paid for any cocoons they bring in, and this is subsidised by the money tourists pay for admission.
We walked into a big tent, essentially, and saw where they leave the cocoons, ready for the butterflies to break out and enjoy their 2 weeks of life.
They were very frustrating to try and photograph.
Beautiful, but constantly on the move.
Except for this one. It was having a rest.
The guide at this place led us to a little enclosure, saying, “ I have a surprise for you!”
OMG. Chameleons.
Look at his curly tail!
The guide put a grasshopper down so we could see how chameleons hunt.
Fantastic.
Then it was back to the resort. So far in 2025, I’ve seen rice paddies in Vietnam, Japan, Tanzania and Zanzibar.
Just before I fell asleep, Awaysu called out, “Wedding!”
He said Friday is popular for Muslim weddings, while Christians tend to get married on Sundays.
Annette and I collapsed and had a nap when we got back. The holiday is pretty much over. Tonight and tomorrow we’ll be hanging around the resort until 5 pm, when we’ll be picked up to go to the airport.
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Zanzibar was a different experience than I expected. I didn’t know about its history before I arrived and it affected me profoundly. It is such a tropical paradise, yet for neatly a thousand years its people have been under the heel of one foreign government after another.
Even today, after they had a revolution in 1964 and, in theory at least, were able to self-govern, they joined forces with Tanzania because they knew they weren’t strong enough to stand alone.
The thing that got me? Zanzibar doesn’t have its own electricity supply. It all comes from Tanzania and is very expensive. At any time, Tanzania could flip the switch and Zanzibar would have no electricity. (Except for the resorts, naturally. They have generators.)
These people have been held back by slavery, foreign governments and religion and they’re still not out from under. It’s made me sad.
But having said that, I’m very glad I came here. It’s a place very much off the beaten track and I’m pleased that I’ve seen it. I’m going home to a parent who is really struggling, health-wise, so having a few days of R & R is probably a good thing. Unless something exciting happens tomorrow, I’ll see you when I get back!
