Big Bad Nanning Trip and the Village(s)
This was a different trip, consisting of alot of hardships, a lot of long off-roading bus rides, and not alot of showering or clothes washing.
The line up:
Gabriel (Gabe)- Chilean born Korean. English is good, and he is great at teaching me spanish. He is the smaller of the two. All around fantastic guy.
Kiwi- Chilean born Korean #2. Not too much spoken english, but also great at teaching me spanish. He beats me at ping pong, and again, really nice guy.
Arve from Norway- proponent of whaling but an all around good guy. Probably one of my friends I have known the longest here in China. Dont get between a Norwegian and his whale steak.
Before we left, we had some trouble. I had tweaked my back 2 days earlier during a vicious game of ping pong and was in bed for 2 days. Arve had eaten raw shell fish in a friend's home village a couple days before, and missed his mom... if you know what I mean. Gabe was seriously hung over from the night before, and Kiwi has a fear of public restrooms, as in, he wont use them...so we all had our handicaps.
Now on the train, you have the option of soft-sleepers, soft-sitters, hard-sleepers and hard-sitters. We couldnt get sleepers at the ticket office, so we got "hard sitters". Knowing that it was the Spring Festival or "Chinese New Year" we knew it would be crowded. What we didnt know was that we would be getting down-graded to a fifth option -what we referred to as "hard-standers"- when they over-sold the tickets on the train and people sit in any seat that they can find. Then you have to talk them out of the seat.
After we talked some people out of our seats, we were able to sit, but it was never comfortable because people were getting on and off the train all the time, and were always moving around. I tried to capture it with some pictures:
Longji Rice Terraces
The guys really wanted to go to Yangshuo, but I had already been there, so I seperated from them for a couple of days and went to the Longji Rice Terraces. These terraces' peak seasons are certain times every Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall because they are drastically different depending on what is growing, if there is snow, if all of the terraces are flooded with water, or if everything is blooming. I was not there at a peak time, but the terraces were still absolutely fantastic.
When I hopped a random bus to the Longji Rice terraces, I found out it was not the bus that I wanted to get on. Fortunately, it turned out to be a BETTER bus, which was taking me to the very village I had hoped to eventually hike to: the Yao Minority village of Dazhai. I met a guy on the bus, who offered for me to stay at his family's home in Dazhai. I said ok, so I followed him into the village. It turned out to be a 1 hour up-hill hike to his house, which actually turned out to be set up like a hostel.
So after I woke up, I hiked around paradise by myself all day. I took so many pictures, its alittle embarrassing, but it seemed like every 10 steps, there was something worth photo-ing. I found myself holding my breath as I took every picture hoping that the I would fully capture what I was looking at, but every time, I would look at the screen and be disappointed.
all of the hills in the distance are also segmented, or stepped.
I never figured out what they were for...might be creepy at night though.
Cheng Yang Qiao
life in the village seems simple and happy.

As if it wasn't dangerous enough to throw fireworks at adults, people would come out on stage and throw handfulls of candy into the crowd. The little kids would rush the stage, and then someone from the side would throw large strings of fire crackers between the children and the stage, sending the little 6 year olds running. It just seemed alittle unsafe.

San Jiang to Cong Jiang
The next day, I finally met up with the guys in San Jiang. I found out that in Guilin, Kiwi had alittle trouble he needed to punch his way out of, but other than that, everything was great...oh and Gabe had diarrhea and nausea that he figuratively had to punch his way out of. So we hopped a 5 hour off-road bus and headed deeper into the sticks. At the station, we found that many of the busses looked like this...
We bought the tickets to Cong Jiang and went immediately to our bus, only to find it driving away. So some of the workers at the bus station called the driver on his cell phone and told him to wait because the stupid wai guo ren missed the bus...even though it wasnt our faults... We all packed into his little mini car, and he chased down the bus (service you would never get in the states). We got on, and they kicked other angry people off who had hopped on the bus immediately outside of the station.
We got to Cong Jiang 5 hours later, and yeah, it was seriously off roading in a bus, but you get to see how the villagers travel, and what they travel with:
Zhao Xing
We found there was a festival again, where they played big pipes made from bamboo, and lit off alot of firecrackers as they marched around town ...all day and well into the night. They would march around to each drum towers in town, play the pipes, and do something like a cheer, then blow off 3 huge fire crackers that they loaded in these little metal casings. It sounded more like a mini cannon and scared the crap out of Arve and me the first time because we were standing right next to them taking pictures. Everyone was covering their ears, and we were all, "Man, the pipes aren't that loud, why's everyone plugging their ears?..."
Later that night, there was a dramatic fist fight between two teenage boys, ending when their friends dragged them away kicking and screaming, and a sing-off between a group of well composed, well-dressed village ladies, and a pack of drunk village men
Nanning
We had plans to meet up with Gabe and Kiwi back in San Jiang, so Arve and I caught a local bus down to a small junction of roads where we knew the Cong Jiang to San Jiang bus would pass. We waited there for 3 hours. It was kind of like hitch hiking, but not really..and totally over glorified.
We had plans to meet up with Gabe and Kiwi back in San Jiang, so Arve and I caught a local bus down to a small junction of roads where we knew the Cong Jiang to San Jiang bus would pass. We waited there for 3 hours. It was kind of like hitch hiking, but not really..and totally over glorified.
As for the rest of the trip, it was pretty standard, nothing much to report. Nanning is a fantastic city- seems really really progressive and clean. It is the first city park that I hiked where I actually smelled forest, and the streets did not smell like tailpipe. The vegitation was beginning to look tropical, as I imagine Vietnam would.
When I was in Dazhai, marveling at how beautiful everything was, I came across two village guys about my age. They were absolutely trashed and lying in the bushes. It reminded me that all of these villages are great to visit, but not so great if you cant leave.
2 Comments:
Hi Craig! You got some brilliant pics here on your site and together with your striking comments, it's a lot of fun to read. Keep it up!
If you got some good pics including me from the trip, I would appreciate if you could send them to me.
Cheers!
(and look after Kiwi would you? :-)
Craig! I finally had a chance to catch up on your new posts--oh my GOD, you are having such a great time!! I can see that you have definitely mastered the skills of traveling, appreciating the culture, the people, the differences in life... That's what it's all about. Maybe someday we'll have a meal at The taste of Delicious Food Garden place--What a riot! Those ladies with the long hair-font buns are nutty... and the natural enviroment (when it doesn't smell like tailpipe) looks pretty amazing. I'm curious to know what you travel with in your back pack... An entry on "What's in Craig's Pack" would be cool.
Hey, and congrats on the Grad school in Germany! Just in time for Oktober Fest! Ja Wol! That's going to be GREAT! (You won't change the blog to "Craig Does Germany," will you?)
This is SO much better than wasting away in some cubicle somewhere. I'm proud of your adventurous spirit! Eat some Pig Leg for me.
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