Finally I can once again post all my adventures, the great firewall of China has apparently decided to clear my website instead of blocking it. Either that or this hostel’s provider is just better.  So at least for the time being I won’t have to post via Flickr which I found out I can do yesterday.

What on earth have we been up to these last two weeks, I can hear you thinking. Man Ling Hung hotel Too much to post all at once, that’s for sure. We spent a few days in Hong Kong and got used to the nagging massage pushers and watch salesmen (“Hello madam, watches, handbags, you wanna know how much for a nice suit?”), enjoyed the western-like cleanliness and efficiency and warmed up for China when it came to the food.

China was again a big switch in culture, it was nothing like India, but nothing like Hong Kong either. We got on a train from Hung Hom station in Hong Kong and got out in Zhoaqing, west of Guangzhou, in the south of China. From the train we saw limestone rocks, flooded fields, duck farms, large halls full of pigs, people working on the country with those straw hats you think are so Chinese, large yellow rapeseed fields and dirty, grimy industrial towns such as Shenzen (10 million people) and Guanzhou (3,3 million).

Temple ornaments Zhaoqing was much nicer, quiet because the tourist season hadn’t started, but big enough to have a wangba, an internet cafe that is a large hall filled with rows of chinese boys and girls playing mmorpg’s and dancing games at inhumane speeds. The big attraction of Zhaoqing was Dingu Shan (Dingu mountain), a beautiful nature reserve with some peaks and temples. We walked through the park in tropical circumstances which were only right for our exotic experience of the whole thing.

Waterfalls on Dingu Mountain

I also visited the local hospital to get some new ice-cream flavoured tonic, because I ran out of the one I got in India. The real reason was quite trivial, but the nurse and doctor seemed to think that it was hilarious. They couldn’t stop giggling and poking each other when either one tried to speak English with me. Eventually they gave me 5 different kinds of pills and shots, so I was confident that I would get well soon. And this was only intensified when the nurse told me in het best English: “We want people to be well.”

Smiling driver in Shibi
Almost every person we met so far in China has been unbelievably friendly, even people trying to sell you stuff don’t block your way and are no way near as pushy as the Indians. It’s a big relief. At first we were a little hestitant to let everyone who offered it help us, but we soon found out that they were all genuine and we have gotten al lot of useful help already.

This is turning into a chunky post pretty quickly, I suppose I better save something for later. Don’t worry, this isn’t even a quarter of what I have to talk about. Todays hottest news is that even here, in Huang Shan, I was lucky enough to run into a yarn shop and get myself the materials for a new ambitious project, I can imagine how happy you must be for me.

One Response to “Boldly”

  1. Frouke says:

    Zijn Russen ook zo vriendelijk als Chinezen? Vraag me af of het iets te maken heeft met communisme nl. Al hoor je wel vaker verhalen over zeer vriendelijke aziaten. Met name Thailand en Japan, en die kun je niet bepaald communistisch noemen.
    Wat ga je breien, en is de yarn lekker cheap cheap? Het heilig haakvuur heeft weerom nogal bezit van me genomen. Ik moet een poncho, mijn zieleheil hangt er vanaf.