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I’ve only been once to China, for three months, as part of a journey of half a year, from Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Hong Kong, and China to Pakistan.
In Xi’an, the first thing I did was to buy a ticket to China. It’s quite easy to get a hotel, but buying a train ticket is something else. At the station they told me to go to the center, to the tourist office, about an hour walk unless you want to try the bus. The next morning I went to that office, and there were many counters with big lists of destinations above them. All in Chinese, of course. Now I know this trick how to get around in China: of course you have your good map with you (Bartholomew, for example). Now also buy a local map, with all names in Chinese. Compare locations and learn how to write the first part of the city name you want to go to. For example: the Chinese name of Beijing starts with a reversed “t”, followed by a normal “t”. Search for that sign on the list of destinations, and you found your counter.
After the usual long wait, the woman behind the counter insisted that she couldn’t help me, and that I had to buy the ticket at the train station. I walked back, only to find out that I could not buy a ticket at the railway station, so I returned to the tourist office. Meanwhile a heavy rain poured pure misery over me, and I arrived at the office, soaked till my underwear. A woman behind a different counter with different destinations recognized me, and sold me the ticket I wanted out of pity. Even for Chinese these habbits of not helping must be harsh. I got the ticket for local price, which is 40% off. I never understood why tourists have to pay more in a country where everyone is equal. Anyway, another miserable day.
Xi’an is a big city with millions of people, like so many Chinese cities. The old center has a massive wall around it, to form a 5 x 5 km wall. Very impressive. I also visited the goose pagoda, but the highlight was the terracotta army. Some thirty years ago a farmer was digging a well, and stuck a terracotta head. There was a complete terracotta soldier attached, and next to it another one. Eventually, thousands were found, all waiting for instructions from the first emperor, who’s buried some 15 km from here. Every statue has its own expression, its own style of clothing and armaments. Cavalery and chariots present as well, and all soldiers were armed with spears and swords which are still sharp till this very moment. Also with metallurgy, the Chinese were far ahead of their time. No one dared to excavate the first emperor himself, out of respect but also because it’s known that his grave is protected by automatic bows which are believed to be set to life.
I went to Banpo by bike. Banpo is a 10.000 year old settlement, and was definitely worth the trip. Local people mainly admired the drowned people in plastic coffins, only a few hundred of years old. What does that have to do with Banpo? Yet that’s the interest of the locals. Horror show.
After Xi’an I went to Beijing, also known as Peking. In the waiting hall there were hundreds of people waiting for the train, binomially distributed of the hall. After half an hour, everyone was sitting opposed to me, staring at this monkey. A woman even kicked her kid, when it didn’t respond to her advice to observe the freak, being me.
Beijing is a very special city and a blend of various styles. The center is kind of modern, and is surrounded by districts with this special countrystyle atmosphere. Other parts look a lot like modern Russian high rise compounds. The center is even feeling American influences, like the first Kentucky Fried Chicken in China, next to the square of heavenly peace (Tian An Men square).
Initially I didn’t had much of luck with my youth hostel. The woman at the reception wanted me to sign in and show my passport even before I had a chance to check the room out. My passport was on my body under my T-shirt, so I thought it was better to get the passport on the room. No way Jose, she repeated that I had to show my passport now. Eventually I told her that I wouldn’t strip for her. Then she told me the hotel was fully booked, but she could call a taxi if I wanted. Yes, let’s do that and go to a really nice hotel.
In Beijing I went twice to the forbidden city, the palace of the emperors is so big it truly is a city. The first time I took my walkman, and listened to the soundtrack of the “last emperor” whilst I was wandering around the royal rooms. The second time I rented the cassette player with Peter Ustinov explaining me interesting details in a way that resembled National Geographic.
The Summer Palace is also worth visiting. The mother of the last emperor Pu Ji insisted on having a lake with a boat. She spent half a years budget of the navy to have her lake dug out, and a marble boat constructed. No wonder dr. Sun Yat Sen could start a revolution to overthrow the emperor. The summer palace is a marvel indeed, where the forbidden city definitely needs some maintenance and reconstruction even. All is decorated in a magnificent style, even the roof tiles roof tiles have got beautiful figurines of gods and dragons, every panel is detailed to extremacy, and even at greater distance its proportions are impressive whilst in delicate balance.
After Beijing I went to the Chinese Wall. This is truly colossal. Recently they found more parts of the wall, deep in the middle of the Gobi desert. Local commerce is reducing the ambience for a bit, but climbing that thing is special. The wall follows the mountains and hills, and goes from hilltop to hilltop. It’s not one wall, actually, but a series of walls. Thus it was easy to predict where the Mongol enemy would tried to enter China. It was not only constructed for it’s defense, but also to get rid of the surplus of soldiers. The first emperor finally ended a very long war between seven rivaling states, and there was no further need for the millions of soldiers. The construction of the wall, and particularly the harsh conditions to build it, reduced the surplus of labor as planned. This planning was unbelievable. The architect / general who designed an important gate and garrison city, ordered a certain number of bricks. Experts advised him to buy a few tons in surplus, because there’s always some loss. He ordered one stone extra. When the garrison city was ready, the constructor had one spare stone left, as calculated. The general had this stone placed above the main gate, to show his capabilities
After the wall I went to Hohhot (pronounce Kgohkgoht), the capital of Inner Mongolia. That looked more like a small boring city without many Mongolians at all. The Han Chinese are very good with outnumbering the locals. The Mongolians have a beautiful way of writing, resembling millipeds doing a handstand whilst juggling. After Hohhot by train to Lanzhou, crossing the Gobi desert.