My Golden Week
- number of trains taken: 7
- number of nights spent on trains: 2.5
- total number of hours on the train: 45
- distance travelled by train in total according to
google: 2433 kilometres
My first proper
experience travelling in China was not made alone, but with the whole of China,
who decided to travel with me! I should have understood this when we had such a
hard time buying tickets to any destination but it was one of those facts that
didn't become true until we were living through it, such as the standing train
back to Beijing at 2am when I was pushed up against a bin in the train with a
sleeping chinese man on top of it, with as much personal space as my shoes took
up on the floor, or waking up at 4am to queue for Changbaishan nature reserve,
only to find that the queue was already stretching back 20km from the entrance
to the park, and we woke up too late (we should have been wise and slept in the
car from 2am apparently)! The two most lasting impressions I think I came
away with from the week which also were facts that I already knew, and have now
lived through to some extent. One is just how many people there are in
China, and the other is how incredibly vast China is. If you look at a map of
China and see the distance between Beijing and Changbaishan nature reserve, it
looks like a day trip comparative to most other places, but I assure you it is
so far! I spent the whole week marveling at the fact that somewhere this huge
could ever be unified, let alone when the fasted mode of transport was horse!
America grew in size with the railways being built along the way, but China
never had any of that. Yet somehow it has largely remained under the control of
one government for thousands of years! It really makes you look down on England
for failing to keep the Scotland or even Durham under control for so long to be
honest.
Tourism
The amount of travelling
in the first week of October in China is totally mind blowing both as
statistics and experiencing it first hand. According to the Finincial Times
there were 425 million visitors to national tourist destinations during Golden
Week this year, 660 million travelled by either road or sea, and in one day the
Forbidden City had 148,000 visitors. To Changbaishan, China’s largest nature
reserve on the North Korean boarder there were over 40,000 visitors on the
Wednesday. We attempted to be six of those 40,000 and failed! When we arrived
in Baihe Tuesday evening, we quickly realised that presuming we would be able
to find a hotel on the night was naïvely optimistic. There was nothing in Baihe
except for cheap looking little hotels, but none of them had any room, or would
even let us into their lobby to ask. It felt a little like a nativity journey re-enactment
with no rooms in any inns, moving down the streets rejection by rejection. At
one point, I went up to hotel owner who also said she had no room and in a fit
of despair asked her ‘if there is no room with you, and you say that there is
no room with anyone else, then what should we do?’ She took pity on us and gave
us the stable equivalent of our story, which was a room in her mother’s house
about 20 minutes’ drive away from town, with a home cooked dinner and bus to
take us to the park in the morning for a very reasonable price. Her mother
lived out in the mountains in a tiny little bungalow with all her own
vegetables and hens, there was no toilet or running water except boiled rain
water, her oven was an open fire and our heating was that we were sleeping on a
kang (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kang_bed-stove).
The food was amazing, we were roasting warm and it was all a pretty crazy
experience! We were very lucky to befriend the driver as well because not only
did he take us to Changbaishan but when we failed to get tickets on the
Wednesday he took us to do lots of other things we would have never found on
our own, like white water rafting and beautiful walks.
The next day we got a room in the woman’s hotel and the little group of
people we’d befriended mothered us for the rest of our time there in a lovely
way, we found out that people had been forced to pay to sleep on the hotel
lobby floors and in their cars because there were no rooms in any hotels that
night. We were very close to a night on the streets and hadn’t even realised.
Changbaishan on our last day as well was not what we had imagined.
After our failed attempt to get into the park on Wednesday because we arrived
too late, we woke up at 330am on Friday to go and queue in the dark by the
entrance along with hundreds of Chinese people. Just before it opened, lots of
Chinese soldiers arrived to man the queues, the gates opened and the mass
charged into the centre to buy tickets. We got our tickets, took our bus up
into the park, had a long walk through hot springs and around a waterfall
wearing massive red coats that we’d rented when we realised how freezing it was
on the mountain and when we walked back to the main area looked at our watches
to discover that it was 630am. It felt totally surreal.
The main attraction of Changbaishan is the Heaven lake right up at the
top of the mountain which is reputed to have it’s own mythical sea monster and
be extremely beautiful. We were taken further up the mountain in little buses
which swerved around the sharp corners and hit everyone into one another, then
were pushed off the buses and left at the top. The top of the mountain felt
like a little Everest or something, snow covered with snow and dust pelting
your face in a way that actually caused pain. You could see only a few feet
ahead of you before the whole landscape disappeared into cloud, and in the
distance was an eerie trail of puffer coated pilgrims one by one leading off
into the whiteness. We joined the trail and braved the winds up the little
steps feeling extremely vulnerable and wondering when the lake would appear. At
one point, everyone seemed to stop, and we discovered that if we had any
visibility at all, the lake would be below us. However us being in a cloud at
this point, it just looked like more unknown. A couple of times the cloud
cleared briefly and a cry would rise from the Chinese people who rushed to the
edge and attempted to see the lake. I am going to say that I saw the water bank
for a moment, but I can’t be a hundred per cent certain. Mentally, physically
and emotionally drained we joined the queues to get back on the buses, and discovered
that it was only 850am.
Losing Face
Something that we really
encountered on the holiday was the importance of saving face for Chinese
people, and how bad it is when they lose face. There is a lot of emphasis in
Chinese culture on public appearance and blatant admission of failure. It is
acceptable to get things wrong and have faults or mistakes, but it is not
acceptable to have them publically acknowledged or made known outside of
private situations. Sometimes this results in very annoying attempts to avoid
admitting defeat.
One example of this for
us on the trip were that in small talk with the woman who owned the little
hotel we were staying in, we mentioned that we hadn’t tried some of the local
delicacies yet, such as dog. This offhand remark was taken on as a challenge
and resulted in her husband driving all around the back alleys of Baihe trying
to find us a dog restaurant at ten pm on our last night, becoming more and more
anxious as we drove to many that were already closed. We didn’t even want dog,
we were at most considering sharing some side dish at some point to say that we’d
tried it or something, it wasn’t a big deal. Instead, we ended up in a private
room of a dog restaurant with about eight different types of dog dishes such as
dog skin, dog sausage and boiled dog, with her anxious husband waiting to see
our reaction to the famed delicacy.
All of us were thanking
him repeatedly in Chinese full of smiles and murmuring words of support to one
another in English that he couldn’t understand such as ‘Keep going it’s just
meat, don’t think about it’ ‘Cesar could you have a couple more pieces so that
it looks like we’ve eaten a reasonable amount?’, or from Will ‘I’m genuinely
going to throw up’. It wasn’t helping our appetites that they had two dogs one
of which was a puppy we’d been playing with all afternoon and grown quite fond
of. Our offhand comment and Chinese saving face had led to a situation now
completely out of our control. Then a new crisis ensued when we mentioned that
at some point we needed to go to a supermarket, all of which were closed at
this point yet still a wild goose chase ensued. We could only save his face and
stop the mayhem by telling him we only wanted to buy some bottled water,
knowing that he had these at home, and could give them to us instead.
Definitely the worst
loss of face I have brought about took place on the train from Qinhuangdao to
Shenyang. I was sitting in a carriage away from the others just because of how
the tickets worked out in a set of four seats with three Chinese people playing
a card game together. As the younger guy reached over to put his card on the
pile, he accidentally spilt the entirety of the older man’s flask of boiling
water onto my legs. It was all very dramatic, everyone around us jumped up, I
was in extreme pain, no one really knew what to do. I took some clothes to
change into and see how bad the burn was (it was ok in the end, I’m quite
accident prone and actually have done this to myself recently), and when I
opened the door again I was confronted with about five different types of
creams and ointments (one actually was toothpaste?) being thrust in my face by
his relatives in the vicinity and entreating me to put them all on my legs at
once. The girl next to me was frantically trying to dry my seat and items that
got wet, the mother was instructing me on how to apply the creams and the
father put his flask well away and did not refill it. The card game was
definitely over. The boy who knocked the flask onto me at this point looked as
though he had lost the will to live. The initial panic had resulted in rapid ‘I’m
so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry’ with bowing and begging hand gestures, but
now the despair had set in he just sat opposite me and stared hollowly into the
distance, totally inconsolable. I repeated to him that he didn’t need to worry,
that my legs were a lot better, that I’d done this myself many times before, it
was an accident and to continue playing, but nothing worked. The whole carriage
of Chinese people had seen the incident and the loss of face, particularly
because I was a foreign girl, was extreme. In the end I managed to bring them
all into conversation about travelling, studying, moon cakes (I was forced to eat
one that he was bringing back to his family) and so on until the atmosphere
became more relaxed, but the initial tension made me realise just how seriously
losing face affected Chinese people, and that it wasn’t to be underestimated.
(http://voices.yahoo.com/the-concept-face-chinese-culture-566703.html,
http://www.culture-4-travel.com/losing-face.html)
Mid-Autumn Festival http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mid-Autumn_Festival
The Mid-Autumn festival
traditions seem to consist of buying loads of moon cakes and eating them with
friends and family while you look at the moon. That is pretty much it. If it is
possible then people will try to return to their families and be with them for
the holiday, and if you come from far away you will tend to bring the specialty
moon cakes from that area back with you for them to try.
We bought moon cakes and
milk tea which we ate out on the roof of our hotel while watching the moon. I
don’t really like moon cakes but talking to a lot of Chinese people they don’t
actually either, and just do it for the sake of tradition! They are so stodgy
and dry most of the time. Still- 入乡随俗(Chinese
version of when in Rome)!Also,
so many tacky marriages everywhere, so so many.
National Day- this is the celebration
of the Communist Party formation on October 1st 1949, flags appear
all over the place and there is increased patriotism a bit like July 4th
in the US, but otherwise little impact. One street seller who we were buying
breakfast off was criticised by a passer by for selling to foreigners on
National day but it wasn’t very serious. The nationalism is mostly directed
into anti-Japanese sentiment which we saw when we went for lunch at a Japanese
restaurant that day and it was completely empty. The waitresses seemed really
surprised to get any work at all that day! After that we then went to the
September 18th Museum which was pretty harrowing, very gruesome
depictions of Japanese atrocities and so on. I found it most interesting
watching the Chinese parents taking their children round the museum and
listening to how they would explain the events to them. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Day_of_the_People's_Republic_of_China
Brief Outline of the trip (still unfinished as I haven't had time to write it all!)
Beijing-Qinhuangdao 3 ½ hours
with a seated ticket
Qinhuangdao is a seaside
city which China apparently decided a few years ago was going to be the Chinese
Miami and started making into a tourist destination as quickly as possible. It
is definitely not Miami yet, but flashy hotels are starting to increase along
the beach, even if you still have oil rigs and massive trading ships about a
mile away from them.
Highlights- amazing
weather, swimming in the sea and riding the motorboat, awesome Chinese barbeque
with all the staff from the sailing team that Will’s friend Tom works for, who
looked after us so well while we were there.
Qinhuangdao- Shenyang 5
hours with a seated ticket
Shenyang- population of
8 million people but not even worth more than half a page in our Chinese
guidebook because for China, that hardly qualifies it as large (Beijing has 20
million).
Highlights- Celebrating Mid-Autumn
Festival and National Day, Imperial Palace, Museum about the September 18th
invasion by Japan, going around asking a grumpy shop assistant how much lots of
items in a shop were worth before realising that it was a 10kuai store.
Shenyang-Tonghua
overnight 10 hours train hard sleeper ticket
Tonghua- there is
nothing in Tonghua. We had some dumplings for breakfast and were stared at a
bit.
Highlights…
Tonghua-Baihe 9 hours
seated ticket
The slowest train ever,
stopping at the most insignificant stations I have ever seen. One was literally
just a house, with nothing around it for miles. No one was there, but still a
half an hour break was clearly necessary. The scenery was stunning as we were
going through the mountains and the leaves were changing colour, but once you
have been watching said scenery for about 6 hours you end up a bit jaded about
it and just want to get off the train.
Tomorrow I am off to camp on an unrestored area of the Great Wall, and I'll let you know what that's like when I get back!
Do you think I could persude Trinity to build me a kang in my room? I need one. Miss you!!!
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