August 08, 2007
Yangshuo (CHINA)
Hiking 13 Miles Along the Li River
Having wasted an
entire day yesterday, I wanted to make sure I made up
for lost ground today and so I decided to hike roughly 21km along
the charming Li River. If I had
given it more thought I may have decided against such a
trek - my
body still hasn't fully recovered - but some of my best
adventures have come from winging it.
Annie, my hostel owner, introduced me to several locals
around
Yangshuo who did their best to advise me on the
route, but the general gist was to stick as close to the
river as possible and to stay well hydrated. This was
exactly the kind of advice I was hoping for as I figured I
wouldn't die out there, and anything that
happened would be worth remembering.
I rode
in the front seat of a public
bus for about an hour and a half before getting off at
the small town of Yangdi, which was where I started my
hike. The bus ride itself was a sign of things to come
as locals, laden down with baskets of fruit or live
animals, were hopping on and off as we bounced from
small town to small town.
The
town of Yangdi did not have much to offer, but I was
able to buy several bottles of water before boarding a
small boat that took me across the river. Supposedly,
there was a small trail I could follow for six
kilometers, but in truth the trail died
off after two
kilometers. Soon, I was crossing fields and rice paddies
trying to maintain a path roughly parallel to the river. Every half an hour or so a farmer would poke their head
up and I would try to hold down a conversation, but most
of the locals spoke a dialect that
I could not follow. Nevertheless, all were very helpful
in pointing me in the direction of the next town, and
often I would turn around only to see them still
staring at me as I walked away.
By 1:00 in the
afternoon I began feeling the heat, and I took my shirt
off to stay cool. Sweat was running off my body, and
although I bought water at every town I came across it
was never enough. This didn't worry me too much as the
views were remarkable, and I was happy to have them to
myself with no timetable to follow. Here are some
pictures of the surrounding scenery...



And here are some
pictures of the villages I passed en route...




The
various trails I followed died on several occasions
(usually because of a natural obstruction), and at such
times I cut down to the river where I waited for a local
to pass by on a bamboo raft. The locals were always
happy to help me, but I still tipped them a bit of money
as the surrounding area was obviously quite poor. The
picture to the right shows one such man who helped me
across the river, and at times like this I wondered why
I didn't just pay him to take me the rest of the way -
there was an umbrella and a chair for me to sit on - as it
would be much easier than the itchy shrubbery and
swarming heat. The answer is obviously quite simple:
the adventure is always more worthwhile than the
destination.

At around 3pm I
reached a small bamboo hut that was literally in the
middle of nowhere, and inside were two men relaxing over
a hot pot of tea. They invited me to sit down with them
- appearing as if my unexpected arrival was nothing
strange - and I was more than happy to join them. By
this time I was becoming somewhat lethargic from the
heat, but they served me cool green tea and charged me a
pittance for it. Although I was somewhat nervous about
drinking the water (it was obviously from the river), I
didn't want to pass up this kind of experience.
Only
30 minutes after I said my goodbyes the sky opened up
and I was caught out in the middle of the forest. I
ducked under a cluster of bamboo trees and broke off a
large leaf for head cover, but as soon as the rain
lightened I began jogging uprive
r.
Soon I passed a small overhang where a Chinese man was
resting on a reclined chair smoking a cigarette. I
motioned under the overhang with a look of longing and
he immediately popped up to offer me a seat. For the
next twenty minutes we sat listening to the raindrops
and watching over his flock of ducks (he claimed there
were roughly 1,000). I was thankful that he spoke
Mandarin because I was able to make out 50% of what he
was saying - it might have been a bit awkward otherwise.
When
the rain finally lightened I set off. It was already
quite late in the day and I still had two more cities on
my map before I reached XingPing, so I did my best to
maintain a solid pace. Fortunately, when the sun finally
came out it made for
great views as the entire countryside was sparkling
after the downpour.
I finally reached
XingPing at 6:30pm, and by now I was desperate for food
and water. I found the first Chinese restaurant I came
across and ordered a large bowl of rice, two liters of
bottled water, and a spicy chicken dish. By the time I
finished eating I wanted nothing more than to lie down
and rest after the exhausting day, but I still had to
catch a minibus back to Yangshuo for the evening.
At
around 8pm I met up with Francesca for a final dinner
together, and we ate at a small market in the center of
town. We were searching for a good final meal so we
obviously passed up the rat that was on offer (see
left). I cannot believe some one would actually eat such
a thing, but then again people will eat just about
anything in China.
Here
is a perfect example: in the Canton region there used to
be (and according to second hand reports there still is)
a style of eating whereby people sit around a table and
feast on live monkey brains. Supposedly, there is a hole
in the middle of the table with only the monkey's head
showing, and after the skull is cracked open everyone
uses a spoon to shovel out a helping of the delicacy.
Although I have never seen this first-hand (it is
supposedly outlawed), I have many friends who claim to
have heard of their elders eating it at certain
reputable establishments.
Anyway, for our
dinner we shied away from monkey brains and rat, but we
did go for fish cooked in beer (啤酒鱼).
It was served piping hot and mixed in a large platter
with both spices and peppers. Most importantly, both
Francesca and I loved it!