Terracotta Warriors, Xi'an, Shaanxi
Ok, well the last one doesn't qualify as Chinglish...its just ironic because well, its Shenyang. ;)
Reflections of a Chinese American living in Shenyang, China
Terracotta Warriors, Xi'an, Shaanxi
Ok, well the last one doesn't qualify as Chinglish...its just ironic because well, its Shenyang. ;)
Walking on the street is quite dangerous, despite the fact that there are no cars on the road, because of the san lun che, or tricycles, that come flying by you almost silently, driven by people dressed in traditional Muslim attire. On a side street, we bought some knock-off polo shirts for 40 yuan (6 dollars), and browsed for replicas of the terracotta soldiers, before purchasing our breakfast for our hike in Hua Shan (Hua Mountain) the next morning, and finally retiring to our hotel room.
Fisherman and his comorants
On our third day, we kayaked along the Li River, to make up for the rained out cruise.
View from the Kayak
We wrapped up our visit in Yangshuo by shopping in the fake market, where I bought some jewelry, a watch, and art, and where Alain bought an entirely new wardrobe of fake polo shirts, a polo jacket, a timberland belt, and fake Levi's and Diesels (because we can't find european sizes in Shenyang).
Early the next morning, we took a bus that took us north of Yangshuo and Guilin, into the Longji Rice Terrace and the Ping An minority village, where the Yao minorities live. The women of the village have the World's longest hair (seriously, according to the Guiness Book of World Records), because they only cut it once around 16 years old. After that, they put their hair on top of their heads. We were also told that it is custom for the girls to pinch the guys' butts that they are interested in.
Hong Yao Women
After we hiked up the terrraces, we enjoyed a meal of bamboo steamed rice and chicken, before heading to the terrace.
Bamboo Lunch
Clouds coming in on the 9 Dragon 5 Tiger Terraces (We couldn't find the tigers, but there were 9 ridges that were name the 9 dragons.)I'd always wanted to go to Guilin, because of a song I'd heard my parents play when I was young. The lyrics go something like this:
Wo xian qu Guilin, ya/Wo xian qu Guilin/Ke shi you le shi jian wo que mei you qian.
Which means: I want to go to Guilin, ya/ I want to go to Guilin/ But when I have time, I don't have money.
So I'm grateful to have taken this trip, as many Chinese do not have the opportunity to see it within their lifetime.