I haven’t updated in a while because my lap top decided not to turn on for the last four days. However, there must be a quote somewhere about Chinese persistence because after hustling around this morning with my host mom, one of her friends figured out how to fix it. As I’ve noticed quite frequently, when the Chinese want things done, they do it.
Long overdue telling of my weekend at Huángshān 黄山, or Yellow Mountain. From Shanghai, it was a five hour bus ride southwest into the misty mountains of the Anhui Province. I was quite happy to take a break from the city. Huángshān is the most visited mountain in China and has a series of peaks, known for their swirling seas of clouds, cragged pines growing out of sheer cliffs, and breathtaking sunrises.
Well, not if the earliest bus from your hostel doesn’t leave until 6 AM and the clouds bring torrential rain! The day looked promising, but once the rain began, we couldn’t see beyond 20 feet of ourselves. We were initially surprised by the wide, concrete steps, stone-carved railings, hotels, cable cars, and family-run gift and refreshment stops every few kilometers. The Chinese have an interesting perception of national parks, though I suppose in a country of 1.3 billion, very few places remain untouched.
Yet the development was deceiving—the hike became ridiculously step in certain parts. Major props to the men in business suits and that one woman in 3-inch pink high heels; I’ll never understand, nor do I want to. In spite of the crazy tourist crowds in matching ponchos, soaking gear, and sore legs, I am thrilled that we went! We jovially called ourselves the soggy masochists and sang, danced, shared snacks, bartered in the old town Tunxi 屯溪 district of Huangshan City 黄山市, and ate family style for our meals. The hostel was extremely affordable and just as awesome as those I’ve visited in Europe (kind and helpful employees, clean, safe, good vibes)!
Incredible, but brief, views of 黄山 from the Gondola.
We saw a family of monkeys right away on the trail, and this burly father came down onto the path. He looked hugable but it was a bit disconcerting because they're known to be unfriendly.
Team Soggy Masochists, hiking, hopping and counting steps in Chinese your way!
The misty forests were mysteriously captivating.
Quintessential summit marker foot shot.
Poncho pants were really starting to make sense by this point.
This man had to be at least 70 and was carrying supplies to a restaurant. I actually have nothing to complain about in my life anymore.
Self-portraits from my iPhone.
Six hours later, soaked to the bone and still smiling.
屯溪 City roof tops from the charming hostel terrace.
I also ate maladofu, or spicy tofu. Except this was fermented to the point that the tofu grows furry hair! Not even frying oil and chili peppers could mask the distinctly musky taste.. haha!
Honestly, if I have enough time and money before the end of my program, I would consider returning because I would love so much to see the vistas we were promised. It’s definitely a must-do while in China!
This past week was another quick one. Tuesday afternoon, Mary and I went wandering in the French Concession. I was trying to find a particular street, though of course we went everywhere else but this particular street—and found a crêperie! The crêpes were the authentic, Bretagne galette-style and my heart simply melted as my stomach cried in elation. The Shanghai spring began to rain, so we took respite and ordered different styles of the best street food to come out of France. This was Mary’s first time ever eating la crêpe, and she loved it! And yes, it is ironic that we should find such good crêpes in China.
Mary's excited face!
Alright, that’s enough for one blog post. This past weekend my program had a trip, but I’ll talk about that next. I have to be up early because my Chinese class is going to the park next to school so we can ask old people about their exercises (HA!). 好玩的!
I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE BEEN IN CHINA FOR A MONTH.
Listening: "Last Known Surroundings" by Explosions in the Sky