Kaifu Temple in Changsha on a smoggy day
Ducks in a pond at Kaifu Temple
View of the Xiang River with vegetable gardens growing off to the side (Tangerine Island visible in upper left)
To get an idea of the kind of day it was...
Yuelu Academy Entrance
Yuelu Academy
Yuelu Academy
Neat window in Yuelu Academy
Tree with green velvet-looking moss
Green velvet tree close-up
Tombs of martyrs on Yuelu Mountain
Elodie breaking the rules on the peak of Yuelu Mountain
View from the top of Yuelu Mountain. Notice how you can see... none of the city below.
Cable cars down the mountain
Entrance to Zhangjiajie National Geological Park
Scary rhesus macaque
Scarier rhesus macaque
Cute babies
This fellow appeared to have a peaceful relationship with his feeders
How many macaques do you see? There are at least six in this photo.
Pretty Valley
Little macaques chasing each other -- probably the only time I will ever get to see that happen in their natural environment
Cute little fellow with a nearby and very territorial mother
Stream in the valley
Bad English translation -- in Chinese it says "do not throw food at the monkeys!"
Clearest water I've ever seen in China
More beauty
Friendlier macaque who crossed his arms and let us pass by unscathed
Almost to the elevator
Bailong elevator -- the view from the ground. The actual lift can be seen in the background.
View from the elevator
View from the top of the elevator
Sunset over Zhangjiajie National Park
Next day -- Elodie buying peanuts from cute old man
30 seconds later -- little devil stealing & eating Elodie's peanuts as cute old man laughs at us
Crowd gathers to stare as the macaque finishes off the peanuts
View of the park
Me at the park. Photo taken by Elodie.
Last day -- climbing to Tianbo Mansion above the clouds
Me on top of the mountains. Photo by Elodie.
Climbing up to Tianbo Mansion scenic spot
The view from Tianbo Mountain
In late January, I left Beijing for Hunan province with my classmate Elodie. After visiting the provincial capital of Changsha and Zhangjiajie National Park, we eventually made our way down to Hong Kong, where Elodie lives, and where I visited my dad and family friends Doug and Kathy. This post will be about my experience in Hunan, located in southern China just north of Guangdong.
I chose Hunan because it looked like it had beautiful scenery and was supposed to be warm even in the winter. It is also where Mao Zedong is from and where he attended school. He even wrote a poem or two about Changsha. In actuality, the weather was not ideal. Daytime highs while we were in Changsha were only in the 40s with almost incessant rain and smog. Elodie and I did not have the best impression of the city due to the weather and pollution, but it is probably a lovely place in the spring or summer. Famous places we visited in the city include Tangerine Island (橘子洲), a small strip of island in the middle of the Xiang river (湘江) that runs through Changsha; Kaifu temple (开福寺), a famous and very active Buddhist temple; Martyrs' Park (烈士公园); and the extremely well-known Yuelu Academy and Yuelu Mountain (岳麓书院和岳麓山). Yuelu Academy is over 1000 years old is one of the four ancient academies of classical learning in China.
It ended up raining heavily on the day we planned to visit Tangerine Island, so we only walked around briefly. Every Saturday night, there are firework shows on the island, which we were told are impressive. Unfortunately we did not stay long enough to see them. Kaifu temple was lovely, extremely colorful, and had many monks praying and chanting when we went. Martyrs' Park seemed completely deserted in late January, but afforded nice views of the city. Many older people walked around the lake in the park for exercise, but all of the little stands, carnival-style games, and cafes were closed. We were not sure (I am still not sure...) which martyrs specifically the park honors, but there is a large monument near the entrance of the park honoring them. Unfortunately, I did not have my camera with me when we went, so I do not have any photos of it. Perhaps the most famous scenic spot in Changsha is Yuelu Academy and Mountain, which definitely deserves a visit. If I remember correctly, Yuelu Mountain took about an hour to an hour and a half to climb up. There were many Chinese ladies climbing up in high heels complaining of the workout. Once at the top, we could not see the view of the city well because of the heavy smog, but it was peaceful nonetheless. It must not be a hot spot for foreign tourists, however, as we got stared at and talked about by nearly every Chinese person we passed.
One rather entertaining/frustrating story from Changsha before I move on. While in Changsha, Elodie and I (both vegetarians) had an extremely difficult time finding meatless things to eat. One particular lunch I cannot forget. At the time, I emailed Frank describing the situation, so I will simply copy and paste (in italics) what my email said below:
"We ventured out in earnest at about 1 pm to find lunch. We eventually stumbled upon a little restaurant and decided to try it. The menu was on a wall behind the front counter, so people were supposed to order there before sitting down. I saw a noodle dish I thought looked good that would translate to "vegetable noodle soup," and asked them if there was any meat in it or any meat broth. They first said, "no!" then one of them paused and said, "well, yes, the broth is bone broth." I then asked if they could make it without the bone broth. "No," they responded. Then they recommended another soup. "Does this one have bone broth too?" I asked. "Yes," they responded. So I repeated again that we did not want to eat anything with animal products in it. They then said, "Well, we can make the soup without bone broth," contradicting their earlier statement. "Then will it have any other meat products in it?" I asked. "No," they said. Then they mentioned that it would only have such and such in it, but one of those "such and such" things was pork oil. I told them I did not want pork oil, since there was meat in it. "No!" they said, "there is no meat in pork oil!" I asked why it was called pork oil if there was no pork in it. "Because it is just oil that has been added to a pot with pork in it, and then the oil is taken out after the pork has soaked in it!", they responded. I then said that I did not want pork oil, because it probably had pork juices, etc. in it. I said to them, "consider me a Buddhist. I don't anything with any meat products in it!" "Well we can make it without pork oil!" they responded. I said good. They called back to the kitchen and told them what we wanted. The kitchen called back asking if chicken broth was okay. Instead of yelling directly back to the kitchen that chicken broth was not okay, they looked at me in confusion one more time and asked if chicken broth was okay. I (for the umpteenth time) said that NO MEAT was okay. They said all right and the ktichen started making the soup. Elodie and I sat down.
Five
minutes later, the
soup comes out. There are strips of chicken blatantly sitting atop the
soup. I told them this wasn't my soup, and the lady who had brought the
soup out said "yes it is, the vegetable noodle soup!" I told her that
I'd already spoken with the ladies at the counter and told them that
meat was not okay. The ladies from the counter rushed over and took the
soup back into the kitchen. Two minutes later, the soup reappears, this
time with strips of what looks like hotdog on top. I say again, "this
has meat on it." They tell me that the hotdog looking thing is not meat.
At this point, other patrons in the restaurant are also telling us that
it's not meat. Then a man from the kitchen comes out and hands me a
roll of the hotdog
stuff, and says, "look, it's not meat!" I look at the ingredients. The
first ingredient, I repeat, the FIRST ingredient, is chicken. I tell
them, "The first ingredient on the list is chicken, how can you tell me
this is not meat?" They then say, "Oh," and take back the soup. Two
minutes later, the soup reappears, finally meat free."
I
later learned that many people in the south of China consider the word
"meat" to refer only to "pork," which may have accounted for part of the problem there, but not all.
Onto Zhangjiajie -- from Changsha, we took a long distance bus (about four hours) to the city of Zhangjiajie, in the northwest corner of Hunan. Zhangjiajie is a small but pleasant place that is developed enough to have McDonalds and KFC. We stayed in the city two nights before heading 45 minutes out of the city into Zhangjiajie National Park. Zhangjiajie was absolutely gorgeous and the air was probably the cleanest I had breathed in months. The park brags that it was the inspiration for some of the scenery in Avatar, and according to Wikipedia, the director of Avatar did cite Hunan province as one of the places (among a few) from which they drew inspiration for the "floating rocks" in the movie.
Anyway, at the entrance of the park we discovered that hundreds of rhesus macaques lived there. At first, we were stunned and excited. That excitation did not last long, however. In no time, we learned to be scared of the animals. If you had any food on you, the macaques knew and would approach (and even jump on) you in pursuit of it. I got jumped on by a total of three macaques over the two days we were in the park. Full grown, they are fairly big, so getting jumped on by them was relatively horrifying. At first, I tended to run away in terror, but eventually learned to make a kicking motion at them and yell at them to let them know I was higher on the food chain and not to be toyed with. Some of the macaques further from the entrance were a bit shier and simply watched us pass by. Those with babies were the most aggressive, as to be expected. From the entrance, we walked about 2 hours through a valley next to a stream (see photos), and eventually ended up at the Bailong elevator (百龙电梯), which took us up a few hundred floors to the top of the mountains (also see photos). From there, we walked another hour and a half or so to our hostel on the mountains.
The next day ended up misting, but we did get to see some sites before the heavier rain came. On our last day, we climbed to the "Tianbo Mansion" (天波府), and then climbed down and exited the park. Describing the views does no justice, so I've included photos. That day was significantly warmer than the previous ones and we were sweating by the time we reached the top of Tianbo Mansion.
One last encounter before I end this novel-long post. On the bus from the national park back to the city of Zhangjiajie (a bus mostly filled with locals), a grandmother offered her 5 year-old grandson to us. As in, she asked us if we wanted him and said that she could not take care of him. I have never encountered anything like this, nor have I ever heard of anyone encountering anything similar. The whole situation shocked and saddened us. I asked where the boy's mother and father were. The grandma replied that he had no father. I asked about the mother again, and she replied something to the effect of "oh yes, he has a mother..." The mother was clearly not in the picture, though. I told the woman that we were students and could not take him (not to mention how entirely illegal that would be). The grandmother acted disappointed. The little grandson eventually started crying about something (maybe the fact that his grandma was trying to get rid of him?) and the grandmother yelled at him. They got off along the road somewhere to sell fruit before we reached Zhangjiajie.
From Zhangjiajie, we took a bus back to Changsha, then flew to Shenzhen in southern Guangdong province and crossed into Hong Kong. Subsequent posts will be about Hong Kong and the Philippines.
