“Stride with purpose” I chanted silently to myself, as I marched through the entrance of Sun Yat-sen University in downtown Guangzhou, China - mercifully hoping it would disguise my pre-conference jitters. I’d slid into China’s third largest city largely unscathed the night before, that is, all bar a 'war of words' with the taxi driver on the way from the airport! I’m unashamedly a little smug, because the 'feud' was in Mandarin. Er hello! Yes, that’s me, speaking in the native tongue about fares, meters and foreigners! (To be fair we were almost equal in the language stakes, given in Guangzhou they generally speak Cantonese, not Mandarin!) Naturally, he’d taken one look at me and put me in that foreign box of naivety about China and the scheming ways of some taxi drivers. With my heavy (for a weekend to be spent in lecture halls) suitcase lugged into the boot, he’d driven about twenty metres up the highway before slowing down and trying to frantically shove a scrap piece of paper through the metal caging at me. I could barely make out the numbers scribbled down in the dark, but could tell it was a high price to pay, in China at least. It was then I noticed the metre was off…not a light to be seen. A little panicked, I looked around in earnest …cars were tooting, weaving erratically around us. It was decidedly going to be all too hard to get out and heave that suitcase up the freeway, in darkness. Puffed out chest, I attempted to say it was too much and simply “not gonna happen mister!” (or words to that effect.) My outer bravado hopefully hiding my inner fear as I calculated the level of risk. Unfamiliar city, unfamiliar destination, random taxi driver! But, I reminded myself, this is China! He started driving, his sheepish laughter putting me at ease a little, all the while he was still trying to negotiate the price on that scrap piece of paper… Eventually he realised he was getting nowhere and this ‘Waiguoren’ wasn’t going to fall for that old chestnut, again! “Can I smoke,” he asked? “Definitely not,” I replied, indignantly! (As he offered me a cigarette, with a wink!) An hour and 20 minutes later (it wasn’t quite the ten minute drive to the university I had anticipated via Google Maps), we'd pretty much driven from one side of the city to the other! It’s suffice to say, we’d become firm friends. I learned he’d never been out of Guangzhou. “What’s Australia like he pressed? Is it like Hong Kong? What about Xi’an?” He’d taken to calling me “Ma fan” the equivalent of “trouble”….which I’ll take as a friendly gesture in this instance….considering we were utterly lost in China’s back streets and I was directing him in bungled Chinese via Google Maps. It was the start of a weekend that both surprised and amused me on many levels; my first and hopefully not my last writers' conference or “Con-Fest” as it’s been dubbed. A mix between a conference and a festival, it certainly was. As I entered the lecture hall - greeted with the universal fluorescent auditorium lighting, flooding rows of flimsy pull-down chairs and tabletops, sloping down to a giant projector screen - I was instantly taken back to the early nineties and those heady university days drifting in and out of intensive lectures (probably hungover to boot!). Surprisingly I was early (and not hungover), so I scanned the empty seats for a suitable place for a ‘newbie’ to park herself….. I watched as people jostled in to the room, many looking jovial and familiar with one another, others almost as wide eyed as me… That awkward reality of finding yourself in a room full of people, yet alone, is a confronting place to be. Thankfully, I was saved from floundering for too long in my own trepidation, when a lovely lady sat next to me and introduced herself. She was from Tasmania, ahh a good ol' Aussie lass. And then another from Indonesia. I immediately felt at ease, until my stomach started rumbling conspicuously (a result of having fled my hotel at the crack of dawn). As all good Aussie mums do, she immediately pulled out an emergency muesli bar from her back pack! A muesli bar, in China - I was chuffed. The conference theme was aptly named 'ideas and realities' and what followed over the next two days was a whirlwind of ideas that came in the shape of lectures, panels, books and mesmerising discussions against a backdrop of ‘made in China’ reality moments. A refreshing flurry of Aussie accents filled the air, along with those from India, Malaysia, Thailand, England and beyond. Seeing the above image flash up on the screen with two books I'm currently (attempting to) read had me feeling like less of an imposter. Immersing myself in all things writing, it felt like I'd been transported into my own version of being a ‘kid in a candy store’. Break time and navigating the squat toilets brought me back to my own reality with a thud. This is still China. Dinner in the university hotel restaurant with chopsticks, cheap red wine and chicken feet had me chuckling, as those not from this part of the world eyed up the goods with a mix of intrigue and apprehension. The atmosphere was buzzing and I had my first foray into the ‘spoken word’ in the literary world. Outside a television news report, I’d been unaware that writing involved so much air time! One by one, courageous writers stood up, microphone in hand, proudly reading excerpts from their novels, works of non-fiction and poems to the cheers of an enthusiastic crowd. Day Two and we each lost ourselves in discussions of publishers, agents, authors, editors, translations and the reality of being a writer in Asia Pacific today. Rain bucketing down, conference over -- to congratulate ourselves on a successful event, a few of us decided to brave the elements and head back to the hotel of one of my new-found friends before the closing dinner. The girls spied the ubiquitous ‘Chinese foot massage’ sign and it was on…although it was almost off, as my dear Aussie friend tried to pay, there was that undeniable raucous chatter in Chinese, when something is not quite right. I managed to work out that they thought her money was fake. A quick inspection of the notes and their plastic texture a surefire giveaway, the 900 RMB she had withdrawn from the ATM, to her dismay, was all bogus! It was my first encounter with counterfeit money in China but finally the notion of cashiers tediously checking every bill through a machine makes sense. Money problem solved, we found ourselves seated in plush massage chairs lined up in a row. Masseuses in teeny pink hot pants limbering up to tend to our tootsies. Hot tea all round and a rather ‘bloody’ Chinese movie on the tele…we were given a foot massage with the works…shoulders, legs, exfoliation you name it! It’s fair to say the “experience” accelerated the bonding process! Feet tended to, we headed out for the final hurrah…off the crowded Saturday night subway, we found ourselves trapped in a maze of glaringly gaudy Chinese shops, going around and around in circles, desperately searching for an exit that kept leading us straight back to Walmart! It was mildly funny, for awhile. Finally we came across fellow writers and made our escape to a local restaurant specialising in all things unique to Yunnan Province! Living in China, I’ve learned to expect the unexpected, so when the restaurant staff began making their way from table to table serenading every body with shots of liquor, it was only mildly absurd! Our bellies full of Chinese fare and a little bit of Dutch Courage, it was time for the ‘spoken word’ in a local Guangzhou watering hole. Hailing taxis is never an easy job for a foreigner in China at the best of times, let alone peak hour in the rain on a Saturday night but somehow we managed to pile into several taxis mid street and made our way to our destination - a dark car park. There we were led down a back alleyway flanked with graffiti stained walls. This was not the China I know. Climbing a dark, concrete stairwell, we found ourselves in a nondescript room, scattered with little other than a few chairs, a stage and a makeshift bar, featuring half a dozen bottles of spirits and a cocktail menu that reminded me of something from the seventies. Down the corridor a jazz bar and a marijuana room were in full swing! White Russian in hand, the spoken word began. I have always assumed writers are shy, retiring types… hiding behind their keyboards, but i’m clearly mistaken… With passion, intense emotions and quite a bit of humour, poems were performed on stage with surprising energy and gusto! Excerpts from clever, witty and daring authors were revealed under the spotlight. I found myself nodding, laughing and quietly stunned. To be honest, the idea of standing on stage reading my own words, scares the bejesus out of me. This was no high school talent show (although they didn’t exactly fill me with confidence either)! I’m not sure I’ve ever been in a room filled with a more diverse group of people, yet at the same time, so many obviously like-minded people. Thoroughly educated, entertained and exhilarated, I knew I’d entered a brave new world filled with ideas and realities…..and this time, it wasn’t China. … [Read more...]
No Pain, No Gain! China Moments!
I let out an unavoidable grunt. A pack of dogs bark incessantly in the background and the ever present tune of “It’s a small world after all” rings out through the streets. I know it’s the street cleaner, spraying down the road, in what is largely a futile attempt to alleviate the thick blanket of dust that coats the city. It’s a cheery melody cutting through an otherwise bleak day. It’s a day when pollution has hit extreme levels in Xi’an. The air pollution index app flashes a cringe-worthy 400+ (the world health organisation says 25 is healthy) and we are ranking 4th in the world for worst air pollution. I think to myself, this is definitely one of those “China moments” …and then I'm pummelled back to reality with a thud, wincing in pain. I’m face down - on an extremely hard massage bed. Four of us have decided, on a whim, to escape the bubble (after days stuck inside) and come out for the “experience!” With the city resembling a scene from The Apocalypse, we’re all masked up - our throats burn and our eyes sting. Through the haze, our driver points out the sign “massage” amongst a throng of colourful Chinese characters. We’re met at a tiny entrance with an abrupt “Nihao” from a man in a white coat - he ushers us through a thin blue curtain to the “massage room.” This is no ordinary massage parlour. This is no dimly lit, private affair; the smell of essential oils definitely isn’t wafting in the smog-filled air, and there’s no music to sofly lull us into a relaxed state of mind. Looking much more like a stark hospital, there are four beds side by side. People are coming and going, shouting softly as only Chinese can and phones ring on an off. There’s an old pot belly stove in the corner, where a man heats up water in a shiny silver tea pot. English is pretty much non-existent so I surprise myself with some Chinese. My friend wants the toilet. Of course it’s squat and there’s no toilet paper. Eventually all four of us, are in face-plant position, stifling giggles. Fully clothed, we are on the beds, towels are draped over us from head to toe. Four serious looking men in white coats (probably a little bamboozled at the site of four “wai guo ren” chatting animatedly amongst ourselves) waste no time in getting down to business. We figure out early on, this not going to be soothing, relaxing or peaceful in any way! I hear traditional Chinese music ringing out and think “ahhh there is calming music after all” but it’s just one of the worker’s phones. The masseurs come and go throughout the massage. When they are on the job, these guys are hardcore — Chinese masseurs and their massage technique equals intense! Using acupressure they seem to find every knot that’s ever existed in my body. There’s no gentle lead up to kneading deep into the tissue. This, my friends is so fast and furious it will actually curl your toes! At one point, I am grimacing so hard, trying desperately not to let out an almighty shriek. “Breathe in, breathe out!” I silently tell myself. I laugh when I realise the girls are all doing the same. Consecutively, we seem to grunt, groan and giggle our way through one hour! At one stage, my French friend is in so much agony she’s lost her English words! I tell her in a muffled voice to chant the mantra “no pain, no gain!” It's a new motto for her, laughter erupts. At last our time is up. We all stumble from the bed, feeling (and no doubt looking) like we’ve been hit by a truck, or as my mum would say, "Dragged through a bush backwards!" At the same time, we feel looser, lighter and confident those knots have been thoroughly beaten out of us! And for a brief moment we’ve forgotten about the dirty, brown haze, that looms overhead, filling our nostrils with an intense burning smell. And for a mere 80RMB (US$12) who are we to complain! We tell them “Feichang hao” (Very good) and bid them “Zai jian!” (Goodbye). They wave, smile and look on - amused at the four foreigners - all masked up and ready to retreat back to their caves. This is China! … [Read more...]
The Wonder of Shopping on Taobao: China’s Secret Weapon.
It’s 7:30pm…. on Halloween night. A little three-wheeler Tuk Tuk, loaded up precariously with brown cardboard packages, of all shapes and sizes, darts up the alleyway, screeching to a halt, directly outside our friend’s house. As I wrestle to open the glass door, the driver practically throws the parcel at me! Considering I am dressed as Bat Girl, it’s clearly no object for me and my bat cape to grab that sucker. Laughter erupts in the house! My friend is averaging about a parcel a day at this point. Who knows what lurks beneath the plain brown wrapping, but it’s sure to be akin to a 'treasure' for an expat in this part of the world. Aptly so, given it’s from ‘Taobao’ - which translated means: “Searching for treasure.” Admittedly, it’s taken me awhile to cotton on to the beast that is Taobao. When I first arrived in China and we’d ask where we could get something from, the response was hardly ever, “Oh that little shop called xx just over the road will have it.” Nope, it was always, “Try Taobao!” Initially, I just assumed it was the lazy man’s way of accessing something, and mostly I just refused to believe you could get much on it other than Halloween costumes, silly props or secondhand stuff! More fool me. Having just signed up for an account, it seems I’m definitely ‘late’ to the Taobao party! My Chinese friends say it’s saved their lives and pretty much changed the face of the nation…. ahhh so that’s what all those Tuk Tuks I see racing around town, piled high with packages are up to! I wrote a post when we first arrived about the perils of everything being ‘made in China’ but not ‘found in China.’ While I was on the money — the shops here are devoid of many of the things we come to expect in the West, and/or cost a great deal more given the hefty import tax, I was wrong in saying you can’t get it in China. Turns out, Taobao’s where it’s at! Let me indulge you. Founded in 2003 by the Alibaba Group, headed by China’s richest man, Jack Ma — the idea behind it was to provide a platform for small businesses and individual entrepreneurs to open online stores. Cut to the chase, 13 years later, Taobao marketplace is one of the world’s top ten most visited websites with a combined market gross merchandise volume of 1-trillion yuan! Similar to eBay but seemingly better, in a bid to counter their initial expansion, Taobao offered free listings to sellers and introduced website features designed to act in the local consumer’s best interests. Things like: instant messaging for facilitating buyer-seller communication and escrow-based payment tool, Alipay - where payment is only released to the seller once the buyer has received his or her goods and deemed them in satisfactory condition. Prior to purchase, the buyer and seller can interact with an instant chat program. It's not unusual for Chinese online shoppers to inquire about products and bargain before purchasing them! Buyers can assess seller backgrounds by information available on the site that includes ratings, comments and complaints. The better the reviews, the higher the buyer's ranking is. Consequently, the market giant became mainland China's undisputed market leader within two years; eBay shut down its China site in 2006. There are now 500-million registered users. Today, Taobao has two major platforms - the TMall, where established brand owners sell directly to customers, and the Taobao Market place, where smaller companies and budding entrepreneurs set up shop. This year it will extend to Hong Kong and Taiwan, with the plan to eventually go global. Fittingly so, Taobao’s mascot is an ant, which represents their corporate culture. When Ma introduced Taobao to the outside world he said, "We are the ant army." There are even “Taobao Villages” popping up right across China. Currently over 1000, to be precise. In struggling rural areas, farmers have been encouraged to swap their tractors for a sewing machine. Former argricultural warehouses now house rows upon rows of sewing machines, humming to Alibaba’s beat! One rural backwater has emerged as a booming hub in making dress up costumes, with more than 90 per cent of the villagers taking up the role. Hundreds of busy shops are churning out princess dresses, and super hero outfits (so that’s where my batgirl costume came from). It’s given the once crumbling village a new lease on life - there’s even a Taobao business hotel and Taobao Town Kindergarten! Truth is, you can get virtually anything on Taobao! And you can get it quickly. Sure there are the clothes, cheap designer handbags, shoes and jewellery, toys, food, milk, baby nappies, cleaning products etc, but it goes so much further. A friend’s mum needed a blood pressure monitor - Voila! Look no further than Taobao! Need vacuum parts, car parts? Taobao’s your answer. Then there are the live scorpions, breastmilk soap, drones and boyfriends for hire, even a trip to space. (Yes! I really did just say all that.) The Westin Hotel even sells room nights on Taobao…and international brands are reaching China more than ever before. And did I mention the best part? For the most part, it's much, much cheaper! My American friend is a diehard “Cubs” fan and just ordered baseball jerseys - retailing at US$54.99, she got them delivered to her door a few days later at 88RMB each (that’s US$12.95)! November 11th is when the real party starts! 11/11 is officially Chinese Singles Day and that means the biggest sale of the year! Thousands of international and local brands offer big discounts on Taobao. Being single might be tough for some but apparently it can easily be fixed with some serious retail therapy! (Who am I to disagree!) Larger than Cyber Monday in America - in 2011, it took Taobao eight minutes to reach 100 million RMB (US$15million). This year it’s expected to break all records, cracking US$15-billion. Alibaba has been hyping consumers up with a pre-sale extravaganza, featuring celebrities like US Pop star Katy Perry and pop band One Direction! There’s even been a live-streamed fashion show in Shanghai allowing viewers to pre order items as they appear on the catwalk! Apple, Guerlain, Maserati and Target will be available for the first time, along with Costco, Macy’s, Starbucks and Zara. So, if you’re looking for me… I may be a little late to the party, but hey I made it!!! See you in cyberspace! This is China! … [Read more...]
The Roof of the World: Why Travelling to Tibet Should Be On Your Bucket list!
Until I started posting pictures of our time in Lhasa on various social media platforms, call me naive, but I hadn’t realised just how much this spot, tucked high up on the northern side of the Himalayas was shrouded in mystery. Few people I know have travelled to Tibet and few are familiar with its rocky, rugged mountain-scape, vibrant city landmarks and peaceful and relaxed culture. Only open to tourists since 1986, people are clambering for an insight into this faraway land, which while it has been at the centre of a territory dispute for decades is still largely unknown territory. Today, an autonomous region of China - for obvious reasons, I’m not going to get political in this post, other than to say we were welcomed by all of the locals (Tibetan and Han Chinese) with open arms and smiling faces. Instead, I’ll try to paint picture of what, for us, was an incredible, once in a lifetime experience at the place they call “The rooftop of the world.” First, a few quick facts: 90 per cent of people in Tibet are ethnic Tibetan Buddhists. They have roamed this harsh and unique part of the earth for some 21,000 years. Tibet is on the Tibetan Plateau, the highest region on earth and spans over 1,200,000 square kilometres! Comparably its population is small. Just over 3-million. Lhasa is the capital and stands at 3,610 metres above sea level. (That’s 11,840 feet!) Mount Everest the world’s tallest mountain holds stake on the border of Tibet and Nepal and is about 700 kilometres away from Lhasa, (so no, unfortunately we didn’t make it to the mighty mountain). Despite, many articles encouraging us to catch the train to Lhasa, in order to acclimatise along the way for our Tibet tour — experienced and long time visitors to Tibet, insisted flying would be less taxing on our bodies, therefore making us less susceptible to altitude sickness. Because of its height above sea level, the air is thinner, leaving you less oxygen to breathe (In fact: Once you move above about 13,000 feet, oxygen levels are only sixty percent of those at sea levels) and our bodies need to make a lot of changes to cope with this new environment. So with time of the essence we were happy to take the three hour flight from Xi’an. As we drew closer to Lhasa, peeking out the aeroplane window had me in awe; jagged, mountainous ranges stretched out for miles before us in all their golden glory! Arriving at the airport was reasonably straightforward; after collecting our bags, we were ‘scanned out’ of the airport by local military. Here we had to show our permits to tour in Tibet. No one is allowed in the arrival area, so our tour guide ‘Lobsang’ was waiting patiently outside for us. To tour Tibet, you must have a permit and a tour guide with a pretty solid itinerary from the travel agent - but I’ll explain more on that later. Outside, we were immediately taken aback by the blinding sunlight and the brilliant, piercing blue sky. Standing on the roof of the world felt fresh and despite the crisp autumn temperatures, the sunshine was warm on our shoulders. The drive to Lhasa was about forty minutes and to my surprise, the entire way, craggy, boulder-like mountains flanked either side of us. We went smoothly through one military check point, where our passports and permits were checked and then on to the city. At first glance, Lhasa didn’t seem too different to other cities we’ve experience in China. Three wheeler Tuk Tuks, motorbikes piled high with people and paraphernalia, street stalls, ramshackle laneways and neon signs (the one obvious difference, Tibetan writing on the top and Chinese on the bottom). It didn’t take long though, to work out, that beneath the surface, Tibet is an entirely different kettle of fish. Apart from hotel brands, there are virtually zero western brands; the likes of McDonalds, Starbucks etc that you see cropping up all over China are yet to penetrate this peaceful plateau. We were welcomed with a small traditional ceremony, including being gifted these white, silk prayer scarfs (the first of many we came across)! To combat altitude sickness we were advised to take it very slowly on the first day. i.e use as little energy as possible! This meant we got to hang out in the hotel for the entire afternoon. Clearly I’m no expert, but altitude sickness is definitely not to be taken lightly. People have become very sick and some have even died. There seems to be no rhyme or reason as to who is affected and who isn’t; gender, age and fitness seemingly have no bearings on your ability to cope. Ultimately you need to listen to your body and abide by the rules….go slow, no drinking or smoking for the first 24 hours (at least), no shower or bath on first night (because apparently this uses more oxygen) and drink plenty of water, in fact, double the amount you would normally have. (Oh and don’t be alarmed at exploding deodorant bottles and/or the like.) ;) In most hotel rooms you should find oxygen and while some experts advise only to take this if you feel sick (headaches, nausea, dizziness etc) we were advised by some long timers to take it before, as a precaution, so that we did! (With no drinking on holidays, what else is a girl to do!! ;) ) We also took altitude sickness tablets, given to us by our reputable Hong Kong doctor. (These are called Diamox.) They’re not for children, but doctors say children tend to suffer less from altitude sickness. (In fact, a new study published in the journal, Paediatrics, suggest that otherwise healthy children’s symptoms are usually pretty mild.) In our Small Person’s case, thankfully this appeared to be true. She was firing on all cylinders, at all times! As for the Tibetans? Research reveals they have a ‘super athlete’ high altitude gene to cope. Day 2: It’s a lazy morning, loafing around the hotel, exploring every nook and cranny, laden with Tibetan artefacts and interesting art work, before heading out to sight-see after lunch. At this stage we’re all feeling pretty good. Perhaps a little light-headed if anything, a little stuffy, a little lizard like from the dry conditions, but nothing to write home about. It’s another striking day, the sky a deep, deep blue with puffy white clouds skidding across the roof of the world. First stop, the Sera Monastery. Found in 1419, it’s also known as the "Wild Roses Monastery" it’s one of the "great three" schools of Tibetan Buddhism. (A Gelugpa Monastic College, for those in the know and like many of Tibet’s monasteries has undergone rebuilding and renovations over the years.) Arriving, it feels like we really have been transported to another world. Many local women are dressed in their colourful, traditional Tibetan costumes, which we soon find out is par for the course across the city. (The colourful, striped woven aprons signifying ‘marriage’.) Monks roam randomly (and in what is a slightly bizarre sign of the times, many are carrying mobile phones). Everybody seems keen to touch our small person and grab a picture of her. If we thought the paparazzi action in Xi’an was intense, this is even more so! For all intents and purposes, few foreigners come to Tibet, especially small ones. Like it or not, Ava is thus the star attraction. As we amble up the small slope, I feel myself a little out of breath, puffing a little heavier (due to the altitude)… but it’s the sights and sounds that literally take our breath away. Dozens of wild, mangy dogs lie lazily at the front of the Monks’ quarters which are almost European looking with their ivory stone with bright yellow awnings. Apparently it’s the only place the canines can get a decent feed and are looked after. We follow the crowds of locals and tourists who are heading up in their droves to the temple. We notice many of them on the way back down have strange ‘black marks’ etched down their noses or across their foreheads. Mostly the children. A little further up and there’s a queue stretching back around the block of the main temple. Here we’re told pilgrims come to see the main image in the monastery known as Tamdrin or “Haryagriva” (the horse-headed deity). The mark is from the butter light lamps and is a blessing from the Haryagriva. It’s believed this will bring children a long and healthy life (and ironically help them sleep soundly at night). Of course, I try desperately to convince my small person to have a go, but she isn’t having a bar of it! (Five years of rough sleep? What’s a few more she says!). She does, however convince us to buy her, her own ‘special’ necklace in the temple and appeases us with a few pics with the ‘blessed’ kids. Inside the temple, stunning golden statues shine brightly in the dimly lit halls, the smell of smouldering incense wafts into the air and brightly coloured cloth drapes from pillars. Lobsang proudly shows us what are treasured scriptures written in Tibetan and printed on wooden blocks covered with gold powder and engraved with red lacquer, locked safely in a tall glass case before us. I spy the Monks’ rich red robes left idle on the bench seats - it’s as if they’ve just been shrugged off after prayer time. Stepping outside the temple and into the main courtyard, we stumble across what looks like some sort of ringside show. Crowds of people are gathered around the outside of the courtyard, eagerly watching on. We perch on the edge and see about one hundred monks in pairs, chanting animatedly with each other, along with what looks to be a ‘slapping’ frenzy! We discover it’s ‘debate time’ (and fortunately, they’re not actually slapping each other). This is a highlight, strictly unique to this monastery. Young monks in training come here most afternoons to debate with each other in what is considered integral to learning the Buddhist philosophy. Intrigued we watch this strange but captivating routine take place for about 15 minutes. Lobsang tells us that while there used to be around 5000 monks at the monastery, the numbers have dwindled to around 500. Next stop is the Summer Palace or ‘Norbulingka’ or the Jewelled Park. Built for the 7th Dalai Lama in the 1700’s, we’re told it later became the summer home for all successive Dalai Lamas, including the 14th and current Dalai Lama until his exile in 1959. Blossoming with flowers in every hue, the palace has a garden area of around 360,000 square metres. It’s the biggest man-made garden in Tibet! Inside there are 374 rooms, from halls for worshipping Buddha, to reading rooms, meditation rooms, business rooms, bedrooms and bathrooms, which are all ablaze with vivid colours, from floor to ceiling! We are privileged to see where the Dalai Lama slept and the small person exclaims loudly how small his bed is! In Tibet, it soon becomes evident that colour holds huge significance and each of the five primary colours (blue, white, red, green and yellow) hold specific meanings. Known as the Five Pure Lights, each colour represents a state of mind, a celestial Buddha, a body party and a party of the mantra word Hum. Hence the thousands of colourful silk prayer flags that make a vibrant and frequently-seen sight across the city! We enjoy a quiet evening on the hotel balcony overlooking the magnificent Potala Palace, in preparation and anticipation of climbing it the next day! Lobsang tells us to reserve our energy for the 300 steps! Day 3: First up though, the famous Jokhang Temple. Just when you think you’ve possibly seen enough temples, we’re pleasantly surprised! They’re all uniquely different and incredible spectacles in their own right. Jokhang is down in the centre of the city near the Bazaar markets in Barkhor Square, which gives us firsthand experience of the locals in action. The square is buzzing with people… many of them spinning prayer wheels and prayer beads, softly humming mantras to themselves…..and for us, it’s hard to know where to look! Every which way is a sight to behold. This tall, multi-coloured prayer flag a monumental city centrepiece! Jokhang Temple is considered the most sacred and holiest site in Tibet — built for King Songtsen Gampo’s two wives (one Nepalese and one Chinese) the King is credited with first introducing Buddhism to Tibet. Outside hundreds of pilgrims gather for prayer time, many of them doing what are called ‘full-body prostrations’. They take three steps, stop, get down on their knees and then their hands and stretch out flat on their stomachs, touching their foreheads to the ground, before standing back up. Some do as few as three, some as many as 500 per day. Everyone has their own mat, and on their hands, blocks to make sliding easier. The women’s legs are tied near the bottom, no doubt making for easier sliding. Not for the faint-hearted it looks like an energetic task, but at the heart of it is a deep spiritual practice to purify the bad karma. We step inside the temple — confronted again by a plethora of rich, bold colours cascading from the roof to the floor, in the shape of murals, sculptures and statues. We squeeze through the worshippers admiring the setting and then climb up steep stairs, emerging onto the rooftop and what feels like a scene straight out of the Mediterranean, except instead of overlooking the azure blue sea, from this golden rooftop - a 360 degree view of spectacular mountain peaks. Later, we spend time wandering through the masses and the mazes that make up the Bazaar, the oldest streets in Lhasa.… Almost everyone who passes seems taken aback by the three of us (who can blame them), ;P but mostly by the Small Person…we’ve played right into the locals hands and had our hair braided with colourful cotton in the mall, so we really have no hope of remaining incognito! All of the locals wear floppy hats and I notice, many of them still have the ubiquitous flushed, red cheeks. Some tells us it’s the lack of vegetables this meat-eating culture has had access to in the past. More research and I find out it’s due to the high elevation, intense ultra-violet rays and extreme temperature difference between the days and nights. The narrow lane ways shadowed by traditional tibetan homes lead to markets piled high with lumps of yak meat, and pounds of yak butter for sale! The mighty Yak is unique to the Tibetan Plateau and has played a significant role in Tibetan’s daily lives for thousands of years. Locals eat the meat, drink the milk and make yak cheese, butter, yoghurt and tea. It’s also used as offerings to help burn traditional butter lamps in monasteries. The outer hair of the yak is woven into tent fabric and rope, and the soft inner wool is spun into a type of felt. Yak hide is used for the soles of boots and yak dung is a fundamental fuel. Trivial Fact: Yaks have three times more red blood cells than normal cows so they are able to live without any problems on the high elevation. There are rows upon rows of cluttered market stalls selling everything from beads to boots, thick carpets, even extra long hair braids, should you require one! Later that day we get our time for the famous Potala Palace. (There’s now a quota on the number of daily visitors and the travel agent must register you and passports need to be shown on arrival. From the time you enter the palace, you have exactly one hour to see everything.) We have been looking on in awe at Lhasa’s most iconic landmark from our hotel room for the past two days. As the sun rises over it in the morning to its brightly lit facade at night, this world heritage site is a remarkable piece of architecture. For the Small Person it could easily be a castle straight out of her favourite fairytale. As Chief Residence for the Dalai Lamas during the winter, the palace has 1000 rooms, 10,000 shrines and about 200,000 statues…. It’s construction began in 1645 by the 5th Dalai Lama, it’s sloping stone walls average three metres thick, and five metres thick at the base. It has copper poured into the foundations to help proof it against earthquakes. Roaming the hallways, I can imagine it gets cold in Tibet’s harsh winters. Climbing the 300 steps to the top, at 12,000 feet altitude is no mean feat! The Small Person though is literally skipping to the top. Inside is a literal treasure trove of shrines and thrones, what impresses me most are the tombs of some of the Dalai Lama. That of the 7th Dalai Lama who is seen as “The Great One” is encased in over 4000 kilograms of gold!! In what is probably one of the most poignant moments of our journey, when we enter one of the oldest and most sacred rooms in the palace, we are overwhelmed and humbled when a monk spies our Small Person amongst the hoards of tourists and comes over to bestow on her a yellow, silk prayer scarf. In the spirit of offering he ties it around her neck in a symbol of long life. It’s one of those moments you know is to be forever treasured. On a high, literally, we come down to ground level with a majestic thud. Day 4: We are deemed suitably acclimatised to drive high up into the mountains. Small Person’s biggest hope is to see a real, live Yak. Fortunately, we see plenty as the car steadily climbs the steep hill. The big, hairy beasts are dotted across the mountain farms, jingling their cow bells. A little later, we come to a halt on the side of the road and are enthralled by what can only be described as an incredible rainbow rooftop under a vibrant blue sky! Thousands of prayer flags make up this giant kaleidoscope of colour! Draped across the highway, they are a splash of colour against the coarse mountain side. We continue the journey, zig-zagging all the way up into the mountains to the “Drak Yerpa” where we see some of the oldest spiritual sites in Tibet! We’re a little reluctant and apprehensive when Lobsang tells us matter of factly, we are going to climb up to that temple! Yes! That one - up there!! If we thought climbing up to the Potala Palace was a steep trek, this is much tougher. With the attitude now at almost 5000 metres (14000 feet), the struggle is real. Huffing and puffing our way up, we eventually make it to the top and again, this place, described as the “life tree” or “spiritual axis of Lhasa” is truly worth the effort. With very few tourists, it’s reminiscent of a tiny village perched on the side of the limestone cliffs. We see local monks and residents quietly going about their day. We get to peek inside several tiny meditation caves, hermitages and shrines that are slowly being restored after being damaged during the Cultural Revolution. Our guide is spectacular at keeping the Small Person enthralled with the different Buddhas…at one point, they roam from temple to temple counting the auspicious, gold water offering bowls at each alter, while we can’t get enough of the scenery before us. There’s no doubt, Tibet is place that has captured each of our souls. An exotic, spiritual and remarkable spot at the top of the world, where despite all that has happened, centuries old traditions remain and time stands still. This is Tibet. Tour Tibet (One of the reasons we were able to travel to Tibet with relative ease is because the owners of the Westin Xi’an also own the St Regis Hotel in Lhasa. The team’s help naturally made it immeasurably easier for us to source what we needed.) What you need to know: A Special Permit to enter if you are a foreign citizen, an overseas Chinese citizen without a Chinese passport, or a Taiwanese Citizen. (Allow three weeks for this.) The permit is no cost but expect a charge from your travel agency for arranging the permits. Chinese Visa If you are working in China, the following is required: 1) a current Residence Permit (居留许可证, like a visa in your passport) 2) certification in Chinese from your company/school in China (工作证明, using your company’s letter head, with your name and passport number, and company seal on it). Everyone needs a confirmed itinerary with an approved Tibet Tour Operator + a tour guide. (You can either travel in a tour group or one man guided tour.) We used St Regis Hotel’s in-house travel agency - Green Source Travel Service Ltd. Driver/Car An Aliens' Travel Permit is required to travel to most areas outside Lhasa. You can only obtain it after you arrive in Tibet Costs: Tibet is not a cheap destination to fly to. Flights from within mainland China can be anywhere from RMB1500 to RMB4000, so it pays to choose your travel times and avoid peak season. *Tibet is closed to tourists in February/March. Transportation/driver from pick up and drop off at the airport to travelling around Lhasa x 5 days RMB4500 Tour Guide x 3 days (including pick up and drop off at airport) RMB2,500 Where to Go: There are a number of tours to Tibet - check this link. Individual sites include: Drepung Monastery: CNY55 Opening Hours: 9am-5pm -- With an area of more than 200,000 m2, Drepung meaning “Rice Heap” in Tibetan, has been the largest and richest Monastery with lots of cultural and religious relics in Tibet since its founding. It used to be the residence of the Dalai Lama, prior to the Potala Palace. Sera Monastery: CNY55 Opening Hours 9am-4pm -- The Monastery is now residence for several hundred Lamas and a major training centre. Its famous debating activities are happening at 3 – 4pm most days. Summer Palace/Norbulingka: CNY80 - Opening Hours: 09:00 to 12:00 in the morning, 15: 00 to 16:00 in the afternoon -- Norbulingka Means “Treasure Park” in Tibetan, with 374 rooms and more then 30,000 cultural relics inside, blends gardening with architecture and sculpture arts. It used to be the summer residence of the Dalai Lama until its opening to the public in 1959. Tibet Museum: Free (closed Monday’s) The museum is located in the southeast corner of Norbulingka. Covering an area of 53,959 square meters it is the first museum with modern facilities in all of Tibet. The Tibet Museum consists of a prelude hall, main exhibit halls and a cultural relic storeroom. The entire building presents distinctive characteristics of traditional Tibetan architectural art. Jokhang Temple CNY85 Opening Hours: 7am-12pm and 3pm-6:30pm. It is a huge complex building with a combination of Tibetan elements meshed with influences from Nepal, China and India. As the holiest site in Tibet, it holds all major Buddhist ceremonies and the Temple is filled with prostrate pilgrims praying on its open porch. Bharkhor Bazaar -- It is the oldest street in Lhasa, as well as the most representative. It is a place full of religious atmosphere and a world of exotic articles. Traditional Tibetan houses and narrow lanes in and around the street whisper the stories of old Lhasa. Potala Palace Opening Hours: 08:40 to 17:00 (visitors are not allowed to enter at 16:00)Tickets are sold from 08:40 to 16:00. Majestically situated on the escarpment of Red Hill, the highest ancient Palace in the world, Potala is not only a Tibetan architectural wonder but also a treasure house for material and articles of Tibetan History, religion, culture and arts. During the high season (May 1 to October 31), all visitors are required to apply for reservation tickets with their valid identity documents, such as ID cards and passports one day in advance before they visit the palace. Each valid ID document can be used only once within a week. The visiting date and exact time, number of visitors and ID document numbers are printed on the reservation tickets. Visitors have to visit the palace at the given date and time. They should go to the main gate to have their reservation tickets and ID documents checked and walk to the ticket office in front of the White Palace to buy the entrance tickets. Then they can start their tour after another security check. Cost: May 1 to October 31: CNY 200; November 1 to April 30: CNY 100 **Tips: Only 4000 tickets are issued each day and about 100 tickets are issued every 20 minutes. Any kind of liquid is not allowed there, including beverages and mineral water, which yet can be purchase at a cost of CNY10 for one bottle at the hill top. Yamdrok Lake RMB40 — 5 hour round trip driving. The lake is located at Nangartse County aside the highway between Lhasa and Gyangtse, 110km away from Lhasa. Yamdrok Yumtso is a normally first seen from the summit of Kamba-la (4900m).The lake lies several hundred meters below the road, and in clear weather is a fabulous shade of deep turquoise. Far in the distance is the huge massif of Mt Nojin Kangtsang(7191m) lakes are considered sacred by Tibetan people, the principle being that they are the dwelling places of protective deities and therefore invested with special spiritual powers. Yamdrok Lake is one of three particularly holy lakes. It is surrounded by snow-capped mountains and fed by numerous small Himalayan streams. The water is the main fresh water source for people in Lhasa, even entire Tibet. Drak Yerpa Temple/Zhayeba Monastery RMB25 Drak Yerpa is located on a hillside in Daze County. The entrance to the Yerpa Valley is about 16 kilometres northeast of Lhasa, from here, it is another 10 kilometres to the famous ancient meditation caves in the spectacular limestone cliffs of the Yerpa Valley. WHERE TO STAY Many hotels close during winter, but otherwise there are an increasing number of places to stay **Obviously you need to abide by the Buddhist customs inside the temples. No hat, covered shoulders. … [Read more...]
The Backbone of China: Meet My New Friend – A 93 Year Old War Veteran
It's 9am, I’ve dropped the small person at school and I've picked up my good friend and ‘fan yi’ (translator)… When I say “I” — y’all know by now, I'm not actually driving, right? I think we’ve established that driving in China, for a foreigner like me, would be particularly hazardous on all fronts! So, it's our hotel driver who battles through the elements for us: rain, bumper to bumper traffic in the shape of vehicles big and small - a symphony of horns and random street walkers - to an area of town I haven't been in before. We're meeting ‘Elsa’ who so far, I've only encountered via text message. I've got absolutely no idea what to expect, but the element of surprise is something I’ve become rather accustomed to in China. In the name of 'book research' I asked around about interviewing some of the older locals. The ones who’ve really experienced the ‘changing China’ in all its glory: the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful! Through various contacts, 93 year old War Veteran Wang Shao Wu is put to me as a potential interviewee. I politely ask Elsa whether he's a good talker and how well he can hear. She assures me, he is old but he's smart and can talk under water! How can a girl say no? Elsa suggests I bring something small from my home country as a gift! Ahhh now you’ve got me… I scrounge around the house looking for stuffed koalas and Tim Tams, to no avail, making a mental note to bring back Aussie souvenirs! Think about stealing small person’s stuffed toys but know it will potentially invoke world war three. Decide it will have to be a combination of chocolates from Scotland and jam from Portugal… yeh.. I know…… Well I do hail from a Scottish clan! And then fruits! The mighty fruit platter is one of the most prestigious things you can take to a person’s home in China! Forget about wine and flowers. Fruits will automatically elevate you to elite visitor status. Arriving…in a slightly ramshackle part of town outside several blocks of apartments, Elsa informs me she's running very late but we could meet some other “friends” there who will escort us in. I'm not sure just how many people are coming to take part, but it seems we'll have an audience. Standing outside we are confronted by a couple of people wielding cameras who smile and look like our guys! They take us through some gates past a few people sleeping, we jump in a rickety old lift and arrive outside the ubiquitous red door…the entrance to their home. Mr Wang and his wife greet us with open arms and big smiles. Of course, a loud cacophony of voices erupts at once, everyone speaking rapidly in Chinese. All I can do is smile, nod enthusiastically and offer my 'fruits'. In what is a typical Chinese home, it’s a simple three bedroom apartment. I find myself scouring the room, trying to soak in a life time of living! So many little things that make up this family’s home or as he later tells me, his “mansion!” Even though things are worn, cabinets broken, boxes double as shelves, trinkets and bits and pieces occupy every nook and cranny, this is clearly a home filled with love (lots of plants and a few bottles of Baijiu in the corner)! We’re ushered onto a big, old, brown leather couch, ripped in places…but decidedly comfy. It’s clearly the centrepiece of the house - a coffee table sits adjacent, laden with bowls of sunflower seeds and of course the fruits and never ending glasses of warm tea. Mr Wang keeps touching my shoulder and smiling. I can’t help but reciprocate….his demeanour is charming and friendly and language is no barrier. I’m told again and again he’s extremely honoured to have us in his house, to which I obviously reply, it’s definitely the other way around. He disappears for a few minutes while we are getting organised and reappears - his medals pinned proudly on his chest. We sit down - me sandwiched between him and his wife….87 year old Nai Nai, as she’s affectionately called, which means grandmother in English. She keeps putting her hand on my knee. Nai Nai keeps asking if I’m cold. I'm sleeveless and she’s concerned. It’s 30 degrees out though and there’s no air-conditioning in the apartment. I reassure her I’m just fine. I set my phone to record and we’re away. (So much easier than a television interview!) Chao who has the arduous task of translating explains what we are hoping to talk about and it was as if the starter gun had fired and he was off… Elsa was right. There was no stopping him, literally. Born in 1924 this is a man who has seen China transform through the ages. A man who went to war against Japan in 1939 when he was just 15 years old. It was a time when China was on the brink of collapse. He passionately tells us how he had just one pair of shoes made from straw and that when he joined the army, he was given the choice of a blanket or a big overcoat. He proudly tells us he chose the overcoat believing he could wear it during the day and use it as a blanket at night. Bonus! He chokes up, telling me it was a time when Chinese people were afraid of nothing, so tough, united and determined to protect their country. Winters in north west China are brutal to say the least, and his time as a soldier was cut short when he got frostbite… unable to keep marching, the local villagers kindly gave him a donkey to ride to the next post. Then…. in what catches us all by surprise, he tells us how he went on to become a 'singer' in the army…. singing Qing Opera…one of China’s most popular forms of drama and music theatre that stems back more than a thousand years. At the time it was seen as a powerful tool in building cultural nationalism. He became part of a special army unit performing around the country for the troops in a bid to inspire them. In 1943, he was dismissed and it was time to return to normal life; that meant working in China's famous Salt Bureau. By now… Ye Ye (Grandpa) is on a roll… so I leave him and Chao to 'talk turkey' in mandarin. I ask Nai Nai what she thinks the secret to a successful marriage is. After all she’s clocked up 60 years. On cue, she digs out some old photos and says it’s being kind, tolerant…and not quarrelling. She tells me that he was poor when she met him and her family didn’t agree on the marriage, but she married him anyway. (Extremely progressive, I think, in a society that still places great emphasis on parental approval!) And the secret to longevity?…Having your children around, she says matter of factly. In fact, I find out one of her grandsons and his wife and five year old child - their great grandchild - also live in this tiny apartment with them. I think to myself -- along with people like Wang Shao Wu, family is the backbone of China. Whilst their grandchildren have enough money to buy their own house, they choose to stay with Nai Nai and Ye Ye and look after them. In China there still aren't many retirement homes. It’s expected your children will look after you in old age. At 87 she says she tells me, she still tries her best to cook breakfast for her family everyday. I'm impressed! I ask Wang about the Cultural Revolution in the sixties and seventies under Chairman Mao Zedong, he tells me how he was persecuted but he understands why it happened and that it was "for the good of China." I ask him about China opening up its economy to the world for the first time in 1980, was it a good decision? He believes it's improved the image of the country and people’s lives greatly! He tells me that before this they would only eat meat once a year. "Food was rationed. Now China is getting better and better. His children have been to university, and they live in this great mansion," he says….gesturing happily around him. He tells me before 1979, eight family members lived in a 12 square metre straw house. At the time of our interview China is hosting the G20 summit for the first time in history. He’s elated. Ultimately, he says, he fought for his country to be what it is today! In his eyes, China stands strong, a stoic symbol of 5000 years of tradition and culture. He’s recently had his story recorded in a book on the last of the Chinese soldiers and he proudly asks if I would like a copy. I would be honoured, I say. His hands shaking, he takes great care writing my name in Chinese characters. He wishes me all the best in life and good health and wishes my country prosperity and happiness. This is China. … [Read more...]
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