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The discovery of the Terracotta Army by two farmers turned Xi’an, a former imperial capital, from a quiet backwater into a wonder that draws people from around the world. Xian still has its original city walls where anyone can hire a bike and ride on top of the wall around the old city or, if you’re feeling particularly energetic, even walk around it. We did the walk, but chose the lazy way out, we only strolled for a while in each direction, enjoying the contrast between the old city inside the walls and the new city that had grown up around them. The gates set into the walls at certain points are surmounted by the pagoda-roofed pavilions that are such a feature of historic Chinese buildings.
The high point of Xi’an, however, was always going to be the Terracotta Warriors, the army that accompanied the first emperior of the Qin dynasty on his celestial journey. They were discovered in 1974 by farmers drilling a well, and one of the original farmers is frequently on hand to sign copies of the book about the discovery which is on sale at the site’s bookshop.
Three pits containing warriors have been discovered so far, and many archaeologists believe there are many more still to be discovered. Consider these figures were created 200 years before Christ and you are staggered. Each figure is an individual, facial features are different, some have beards or moustaches, some carry spears, others bows and arrows. There are musicians, chariots, riders, horses, all stretched out in columns. At the back of the enclosure is the “hospital” where fragments are pieced together into complete figures. There are visitors from all over the world, and many members of the Chinese army, again all looking as if they aren’t old enough to leave school.
There is a museum attached to the exhibit which shows a film detailing the creation of the figures, the techniques used to make them, and their history – at one point a group of rebellious farmers broke into the hall to steal the weapons that the warriors were armed with. It’s why so many of the figures were broken.
Once again I felt happy that I had actually been able to see one of those wonders of the world that had been on my wish list ever since I had first read about them
In Xi’an city, a musical fountain has been created which the local population love and come from miles away to see. Family groups begin gathering long before the fountain begins, though there is plenty of space as it’s the biggest musical fountain in the world. Imagine a large square with a series of nozzles set into the ground. There are 8 water systems, each covering an area the size of a basketball court.
Several times a day the fountain starts to play, shooting jets of water upwards in an ever-changing display. As the display changes so various parts of the area are left without a spray and the Chinese love to rush into these spots, have their pictures taken and rush out, roaring with laughter, before they are caught when the spray restarts. One group insisted our tour guide, a blonde, joined them for their family picture. Other Chinese groups loved watching us doing exactly the same, having our pictures taken against a backdrop of water jets then making it back to “dry land”. I have never seen so many people having such fun without the slightest sign of aggression or bad temper.
Our last visit in Xi’an was to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, a Buddhist temple of renown. Built around 650 AD it is a pleasantly tranquil spot with beautifully worked wood sculptures dotted around the grounds. A group of teenage girls had formed an orchestra and were playing antique instruments. It was in marked contrast to the high spirits being displayed at the musical fountain.
Later in the afternoon we took a flight to Guilin to see those karst mountains that are such a feature of many people’s impressions of China. It was just after dark and a little light was still left in the sky as we drove from the airport to our hotel. We could vaguely discern the shapes of these high, rounded mountains, but our Chinese guide was quite dismissive of them, telling us that the ones we would see the next day were really impressive.
I had seen many pictures of the karst mountains here, but the reality bowled me over. We boarded the cruise boat and pulled away from the dock and soon we were floating past rural villages where the way of life has barely changed for centuries. We began to approach the karsts which rear up all around, their strangely-shaped outlines covered with pines and bamboo. They are mesmerisingly beautiful and keep the passengers on the boat clustered around the rails. We pass fishermen using cormorants to find their catch, buffaloes being led down to the river, families travelling on bamboo rafts. At the villages women are doing the washing in the river, banging the clothes on stones, kids are fishing with pieces of string and bent pins. Chinese agricultural life in all its traditional simplicity is on display.
The area is experiencing a period of drought resulting in a very low water level in the Li River so from time to time the bottom of the boat scrapes the river bed in the sharper turns. But every turn reveals a view more breathtaking than the one before. Cameras are firing away constantly. Thank goodness for digital cameras and Adobe Photoshop, I thought; the sheer cost of developing all this film would have been prohibitive.
At lunchtime it was almost surreal to be sitting at a table, eating a fine Chinese meal while those ethereal mountains slid past us. At the conclusion of the meal we were offered a chance to drink snake liqueur. The server brought around a large, wide-necked bottle which had a dead snake preserved in the alcohol. Everybody said a polite no thank you. Except me. When will I ever have an experience like this again? I thought to myself. Here I am on a boat in China, cruising past one of the most extraordinary landscapes in the world, having just enjoyed a hearty lunch and being offered the chance to drink the alcohol in which a dead snake is preserved.
We have a photograph of the moment that I raised the cup to my lips. What we didn’t realise at the time was that one of our fellow travellers was also in the frame, staring me with an expression of unimaginable horror. Jackie and I laugh out loud every time we look at that picture. The drink itself tasted like many Chinese liqueurs – slightly perfumed and herby, and very alcoholic. I suffered no ill effects whatsoever.
When the boat docked we had a choice of staying in the town to do some browsing or taking an electric bus out into the countryside to get a better view of rural life. Everybody in our group opted for the bus and we were soon driving past crop fields and rice paddies. We stopped to watch farmers ploughing with oxen, or tossing rice in the air in the age-old winnowing process. At one point we stopped at a farm where we were welcomed by the family and invited to wander around to our heart’s content. It was a typical farm, chickens scratched around, corn cobs were spread out on flat surfaces to dry, the stove in the corner was different inasmuch as it was made to take a wok rather than saucepans. Once again, we were struck by the good natured cheerfulness of the people, their openness and friendliness.
After leaving the farm we headed for the Reed Flute Cave, which has an enormous main chamber which, if my memory isn’t deceiving me, is one of the largest in Asia. The cave isn’t the longest but is one of the prettiest with stalactites, stalagmites, rock columns and pools.
The day following we had a conducted tour of the Organic Tea Farm where we were shown how the tea is grown, picked and dried. That was followed by a demonstration by the Tea Master, Nico. Nico has forgotten more about blending tea, making tea and drinking tea than most of us ever learn. He told us about the different kinds of tea, the types of ailments that can be helped by certain types of tea, how to brew tea correctly, and then made us a series of teas which allowed us to taste the differences between them. A very instructional visit.
After lunch we visited the Solitary Beauty Peak, a mountain which can be climbed by means of a stairway that snakes up over 309 steps. I took one look and decided that my mountain climbing days are over. I had climbed Vesuvius several years earlier but the thought of the pain in my legs the following day was a definite turnoff. Instead, Jackie and I (along with several others of our group, I have to say) kept our feet on the ground and enjoyed an ice cream.
That was our last afternoon in Guilin and we took off for Hong Kong shortly afterwards. Our arrival in HK wasn’t nearly as hair-raising as our earlier ones as a new airport had been built on an outlying island so descending between skyscrapers and staring into apartments was no longer part of the experience. A new elevated highway has been built, and a spectacular bridge connects to the mainland. We passed Tsim Sha Tsui and then took the tunnel to Hong Kong Island where we checked into the Excelsior Hotel for our second time. The noon gun still stands just across the road from our hotel, and it’s still fired daily to mark midday
It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve visited Hong Kong, a visit to the Peak is always a must. The Peak Tram takes you up to the highest spot where the view over Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour, Kowloon and some of the outlying islands makes it one of the world’s greatest outlooks. The hustle and bustle in the harbour alone will keep you entertained for hours – the vessels range from giant tankers and container transporters, tramp steamers, unloading barges, sampans and the Star Ferry, that archetypal HK transport that runs from Kowloon to Hong Kong Island every few minutes and costs just pennies. Raise your eyes and you can see all the way back to the New Territories and the Chinese border, although HK itself has reverted to China, the border is still maintained under the agreement worked out between the UK and the Chinese governments.
We drifted around the island, visited Stanley Market, rode the Star Ferry, shopped in Nathan Road, visited the Botanical Gardens and indulged in some of the finest Chinese food in the world. We still didn’t make it to the Peninsula Hotel for tea, so that’s still on our to do list.
The overnight flight was uneventful and we landed at Heathrow on time. What a trip it had been, what unforgettable sights. As we touched down I felt ready to get on another plane and do it all over again.
A short aside
The last two postings have been written in California as we are currently two and half weeks into our 2 month stay, taking care of the house and Soleil, the cat, while Claire and Terry visit their family in Australia.
Whoever called California the Sunshine State? Ever since we got here we’ve had a couple of days of glorious sunshine followed by days of low temperatures, rain and battering winds. This morning was the worst yet, with torrential rain and temperatures of 50°F. It’s warmer than that in Luxembourg. We’ve had the central heating on all day.
I would have added a picture or two of the Guilin karsts, but my China trip album is on my desktop and I'm travelling with the laptop. Maybe I'll be able to post some when I get back, although there may be a delay as I'm due for a cataract operation within a short time after our return.
The high point of Xi’an, however, was always going to be the Terracotta Warriors, the army that accompanied the first emperior of the Qin dynasty on his celestial journey. They were discovered in 1974 by farmers drilling a well, and one of the original farmers is frequently on hand to sign copies of the book about the discovery which is on sale at the site’s bookshop.
Three pits containing warriors have been discovered so far, and many archaeologists believe there are many more still to be discovered. Consider these figures were created 200 years before Christ and you are staggered. Each figure is an individual, facial features are different, some have beards or moustaches, some carry spears, others bows and arrows. There are musicians, chariots, riders, horses, all stretched out in columns. At the back of the enclosure is the “hospital” where fragments are pieced together into complete figures. There are visitors from all over the world, and many members of the Chinese army, again all looking as if they aren’t old enough to leave school.
There is a museum attached to the exhibit which shows a film detailing the creation of the figures, the techniques used to make them, and their history – at one point a group of rebellious farmers broke into the hall to steal the weapons that the warriors were armed with. It’s why so many of the figures were broken.
Once again I felt happy that I had actually been able to see one of those wonders of the world that had been on my wish list ever since I had first read about them
In Xi’an city, a musical fountain has been created which the local population love and come from miles away to see. Family groups begin gathering long before the fountain begins, though there is plenty of space as it’s the biggest musical fountain in the world. Imagine a large square with a series of nozzles set into the ground. There are 8 water systems, each covering an area the size of a basketball court.
Several times a day the fountain starts to play, shooting jets of water upwards in an ever-changing display. As the display changes so various parts of the area are left without a spray and the Chinese love to rush into these spots, have their pictures taken and rush out, roaring with laughter, before they are caught when the spray restarts. One group insisted our tour guide, a blonde, joined them for their family picture. Other Chinese groups loved watching us doing exactly the same, having our pictures taken against a backdrop of water jets then making it back to “dry land”. I have never seen so many people having such fun without the slightest sign of aggression or bad temper.
Our last visit in Xi’an was to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, a Buddhist temple of renown. Built around 650 AD it is a pleasantly tranquil spot with beautifully worked wood sculptures dotted around the grounds. A group of teenage girls had formed an orchestra and were playing antique instruments. It was in marked contrast to the high spirits being displayed at the musical fountain.
Later in the afternoon we took a flight to Guilin to see those karst mountains that are such a feature of many people’s impressions of China. It was just after dark and a little light was still left in the sky as we drove from the airport to our hotel. We could vaguely discern the shapes of these high, rounded mountains, but our Chinese guide was quite dismissive of them, telling us that the ones we would see the next day were really impressive.
I had seen many pictures of the karst mountains here, but the reality bowled me over. We boarded the cruise boat and pulled away from the dock and soon we were floating past rural villages where the way of life has barely changed for centuries. We began to approach the karsts which rear up all around, their strangely-shaped outlines covered with pines and bamboo. They are mesmerisingly beautiful and keep the passengers on the boat clustered around the rails. We pass fishermen using cormorants to find their catch, buffaloes being led down to the river, families travelling on bamboo rafts. At the villages women are doing the washing in the river, banging the clothes on stones, kids are fishing with pieces of string and bent pins. Chinese agricultural life in all its traditional simplicity is on display.
The area is experiencing a period of drought resulting in a very low water level in the Li River so from time to time the bottom of the boat scrapes the river bed in the sharper turns. But every turn reveals a view more breathtaking than the one before. Cameras are firing away constantly. Thank goodness for digital cameras and Adobe Photoshop, I thought; the sheer cost of developing all this film would have been prohibitive.
At lunchtime it was almost surreal to be sitting at a table, eating a fine Chinese meal while those ethereal mountains slid past us. At the conclusion of the meal we were offered a chance to drink snake liqueur. The server brought around a large, wide-necked bottle which had a dead snake preserved in the alcohol. Everybody said a polite no thank you. Except me. When will I ever have an experience like this again? I thought to myself. Here I am on a boat in China, cruising past one of the most extraordinary landscapes in the world, having just enjoyed a hearty lunch and being offered the chance to drink the alcohol in which a dead snake is preserved.
We have a photograph of the moment that I raised the cup to my lips. What we didn’t realise at the time was that one of our fellow travellers was also in the frame, staring me with an expression of unimaginable horror. Jackie and I laugh out loud every time we look at that picture. The drink itself tasted like many Chinese liqueurs – slightly perfumed and herby, and very alcoholic. I suffered no ill effects whatsoever.
When the boat docked we had a choice of staying in the town to do some browsing or taking an electric bus out into the countryside to get a better view of rural life. Everybody in our group opted for the bus and we were soon driving past crop fields and rice paddies. We stopped to watch farmers ploughing with oxen, or tossing rice in the air in the age-old winnowing process. At one point we stopped at a farm where we were welcomed by the family and invited to wander around to our heart’s content. It was a typical farm, chickens scratched around, corn cobs were spread out on flat surfaces to dry, the stove in the corner was different inasmuch as it was made to take a wok rather than saucepans. Once again, we were struck by the good natured cheerfulness of the people, their openness and friendliness.
After leaving the farm we headed for the Reed Flute Cave, which has an enormous main chamber which, if my memory isn’t deceiving me, is one of the largest in Asia. The cave isn’t the longest but is one of the prettiest with stalactites, stalagmites, rock columns and pools.
The day following we had a conducted tour of the Organic Tea Farm where we were shown how the tea is grown, picked and dried. That was followed by a demonstration by the Tea Master, Nico. Nico has forgotten more about blending tea, making tea and drinking tea than most of us ever learn. He told us about the different kinds of tea, the types of ailments that can be helped by certain types of tea, how to brew tea correctly, and then made us a series of teas which allowed us to taste the differences between them. A very instructional visit.
After lunch we visited the Solitary Beauty Peak, a mountain which can be climbed by means of a stairway that snakes up over 309 steps. I took one look and decided that my mountain climbing days are over. I had climbed Vesuvius several years earlier but the thought of the pain in my legs the following day was a definite turnoff. Instead, Jackie and I (along with several others of our group, I have to say) kept our feet on the ground and enjoyed an ice cream.
That was our last afternoon in Guilin and we took off for Hong Kong shortly afterwards. Our arrival in HK wasn’t nearly as hair-raising as our earlier ones as a new airport had been built on an outlying island so descending between skyscrapers and staring into apartments was no longer part of the experience. A new elevated highway has been built, and a spectacular bridge connects to the mainland. We passed Tsim Sha Tsui and then took the tunnel to Hong Kong Island where we checked into the Excelsior Hotel for our second time. The noon gun still stands just across the road from our hotel, and it’s still fired daily to mark midday
It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve visited Hong Kong, a visit to the Peak is always a must. The Peak Tram takes you up to the highest spot where the view over Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour, Kowloon and some of the outlying islands makes it one of the world’s greatest outlooks. The hustle and bustle in the harbour alone will keep you entertained for hours – the vessels range from giant tankers and container transporters, tramp steamers, unloading barges, sampans and the Star Ferry, that archetypal HK transport that runs from Kowloon to Hong Kong Island every few minutes and costs just pennies. Raise your eyes and you can see all the way back to the New Territories and the Chinese border, although HK itself has reverted to China, the border is still maintained under the agreement worked out between the UK and the Chinese governments.
We drifted around the island, visited Stanley Market, rode the Star Ferry, shopped in Nathan Road, visited the Botanical Gardens and indulged in some of the finest Chinese food in the world. We still didn’t make it to the Peninsula Hotel for tea, so that’s still on our to do list.
The overnight flight was uneventful and we landed at Heathrow on time. What a trip it had been, what unforgettable sights. As we touched down I felt ready to get on another plane and do it all over again.
A short aside
The last two postings have been written in California as we are currently two and half weeks into our 2 month stay, taking care of the house and Soleil, the cat, while Claire and Terry visit their family in Australia.
Whoever called California the Sunshine State? Ever since we got here we’ve had a couple of days of glorious sunshine followed by days of low temperatures, rain and battering winds. This morning was the worst yet, with torrential rain and temperatures of 50°F. It’s warmer than that in Luxembourg. We’ve had the central heating on all day.
I would have added a picture or two of the Guilin karsts, but my China trip album is on my desktop and I'm travelling with the laptop. Maybe I'll be able to post some when I get back, although there may be a delay as I'm due for a cataract operation within a short time after our return.