What is this blog about?

Hi there. I'm Liz. Come read about my adventures studying China, the Chinese language, Chinese cooking and all things Chinese. This blog is a collection of anecdotes from my recent or recently-passed experiences - my thoughts, feelings, and conclusions regarding my attempt to become Chinese. Or sort of.

This will also serve as my travel blog, so when I am in places that are NOT China, you'll get to hear about those as well.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Chance Meting on the Great Wall


It’s strange and funny, in a way, how people change when they are outside of their comfort zone, outside of their home country. Studying abroad in Beijing, China did not only teach me about Chinese culture and language, it taught me about people, other Americans and foreigners from all over the world, and how open, accepting and kind they can be. When we meet someone with whom we feel a special connection, we normally make an effort to stay in touch with them, to keep them in our lives, for they offer something that we enjoy and, sometimes, need. However, if you are the sort of person that often travels, you know that many wonderful and memorable encounters with other travelers often results in never seeing each other again. Sad from one standpoint, however, we must still enjoy and remember those moments that we share with them that enrich our lives and teach us about the world, humanity, and ourselves.

While studying abroad in Beijing, China, a few friends of mine and I did a 4-hour hike from the Simatai portion to the JingShanLing section (well, it was supposed to take 4 hours according to various web sites and people, but I don't know ANYONE who could do that hike in 4 hours!). The Simatai section was constructed in the 1500s under the supervision of Qi Jiguang, a famous general in the Ming Dynasty, and is the only part of the Great Wall that still had the original appearance of the Ming Dynasty. However, a major restoration project began on the Simatai portion of the wall in 2010 and is expected to take 2 years.

 

Somehow, someone in our group managed to find information on the transportation from Beijing to Miyun by bus. So we took the bus. After about an hour, the bus dropped us off in a tiny parking lot where, upon getting off, we were rushed by three or for older Chinese men who all offered to take us to the Great Wall for the cheapest price. Our group had five or six people, so naturally the minivan seemed the most logical – but way too expensive. After playing two drivers off of each other for the lowest price, all six of us crammed into a tiny, two-door Honda and off we went, for another hour ride to the Great Wall.

Carrying large camping packs on our back, we climbed portions of the wall that were almost vertical in their scale.  I've never used all four limbs to walk up stairs before, but this is one place where the faint-of-heart or slightly-out-of-shape better just take the cable car. Two of the members of our group were over six feet tall. Me being barely 5’4”, I had an incredibly difficult time keeping up with these men who had camped all over the United States and Europe and who routinely made incredible acts of insane physical exertion part of their daily life. Needless to say, I had to stop and break several times to catch my breath and was usually at the back of the group – which didn’t bother me because I was busy taking pictures.
 
This is all that was left of one of the guard towers we passed through.. ---->

We hiked for several hours and finally set up camp that evening. A heavy mist set in, covering the mountains and the wall, which we watched as we ate fruit and dried goods and pitched our tents. The sun began to set, and what little light from the setting sun and the rising moon that might have been was drowned in the damp, Chinese mist of the warm evening. The realization hit me that I should probably head to the “washroom” before bedtime, or else risk waking up in the middle of the night with no flash light, which I stupidly neglected to bring. As it was already getting dark, I set out immediately to find an appropriate place off of the wall (there are no Port-A-Potties). At the next guard tower, about a five-minute walk away, I heard lots of commotion, so I headed on over to check out the scene. A group of about fifteen people, in the process of unrolling their sleeping bags, was sitting around with flashlights and munching on some food. Upon seeing me, they introduced themselves – they were a group of young people, about my age, that were on a mission trip in China and had decided to camp on the Great Wall for a night, just like us. They were a wonderful group, welcoming and hospitable, and I enjoyed the half hour to forty minutes I spent in their presence. Finally, when it was so dark that I could barely see, I said my goodbyes and stood up to cautiously trek back to my guard tower where we had set up camp. 
“Hey, don’t you have a flashlight or something?”

“No,” I replied, “but I’ve walked this stretch of the wall several times today looking for a good camping spot, so I think I’ll be okay. I know where all the bad spots are.”

“If you’re going back to your guard tower, you really should have a flashlight. It’s too dangerous to wander around in the dark here.” And this young man to whom I was speaking pulled a tiny, silver LED flashlight from his bag and handed it to me.

“Are you sure? Don’t you need it?”

“No, I brought extra!”

I thanked him and headed off on my way. When I awoke the next morning, promptly at 4:30, they had already packed their things and were heading off in the opposite direction. I would never forget our meeting of crazy, random happenstance that took place that evening, nor how kind they were. Two ships passing in the darkness…their positive attitude, outlook on life, their generosity and their willingness to allow me to share in their experiences has forever left a great impression on me. Even in the simplest of ways, human beings  leave lasting impressions, to part on their separate ways and never be seen again. I find this, all at once, confounding and strangely wonderful.

By 5:30 my friends and I were packed, the sun was high in the sky, and we ate breakfast.  We set out around 6:30, finished the rest of our hike around 9:00 a.m. when I snapped what was to become my favorite picture of the wall, just as we climbed off – a silhouette of the Great Wall extending for miles, shrouded in mist.

After six months in China, I could not wait to return home. Now, after reflecting on my time abroad, I cannot wait to return to China and all of the things I left behind there.

The tiny, silver flashlight still sits on my bookshelf to this day.


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Kangxi Grasslands Story - PART II

Well, this is the Kangxi Grasslands PART II! I know, I know - you've all been waiting with bated breath to hear how this story ends. Well, you're in for a ride! Haha. That.. That's a joke. I realize it was entirely wasted on you because, most likely, you haven't read the story yet but, trust me, in hindsight, that will be funny.

*Ahem* So, back to the point. This picks up directly where Part I left off. If you need a refresher.. I'm not giving you one. Go read the end of Part I. :D Enjoy!


After that, it was still very early (only about 10:30 or 11 a.m.) so Alex and I decided not to waste the entire day. 
We rented a dune buggy for a little over an hour.  That was awesome and almost made up for that awful horse experience.  We raced over hills, rocks, trees, flowers, brush, everything!  The air was clear and the sky was a gorgeous blue, and we were completely surrounded by mountains.  I took the chance to snag a few nice pictures.

<-- That's Alex driving the dune buggy.


Then it happened - Alex, who happened to be driving at the time, flew over an embankment ... ... and we landed in about seven inches of mud and water.  We were stuck in a marsh.  The tires did nothing but spin, digging us deeper and deeper into the mud.  So, we got out in our tennis shoes and jeans, standing in this tadpole-filled water and mud, and proceeded to drag the dune buggy (which must have weighed a hundred pounds, maybe 2) out of the mud.  We were absolutely disgustingly dirty.

And it was awesome.


This is the marsh in which we got stuck.  ---->


So we continued on our way.  About a half hour later, Alex was taking out some trees and we were riding through some thick brush when we heard an awful sound and the dune buggy sputtered to a stop.
We cut the engine to discover that the chain that connected the drive shaft to the rear wheels had come off.  So out we got, and laid under the buggy for about fifteen minutes until we discovered how to fix the chain.

Again, off we went!

... And not ten minutes later, the chain came off again.


<---This is Alex. Fixing the chain.

Seeing that this was going to happen until we got back to the dirt road, I told Alex we just had to push it the 75 feet (or so) back to the road.  So, with Alex in front pulling and steering, and me behind pushing with all of my might (and us switching and taking turns), we moved it back to the dirt road. 
After that, we steered clear of any thick underbrush and finished our time in the dune buggy.  Then, we caught a bus back to Beijing, and had dinner at 5 p.m. after having nothing to eat since 7 a.m.
In that regard, it was a fun day.  The dune buggy was definitely the best experience I've had so far in Beijing, even with the dragging and pushing.  Which, in truth, added to the experience.  My shoes are still muddy.
Ah, memory building.  At least I have a great story to tell now! 

Well, that's it. The almost-famous story of the Kangxi Grasslands. Hope you enjoyed this issue! Actually, what I really hope is that someone, somewhere is actually reading this blog. But, in the mean time, it gives me something to do and a place to record my memories and stories.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR OF THE RABBIT, BY THE WAY!!!

- Liz