Thursday, April 18, 2013

China: Getu and Kunming

From Yangshuo, we decided to make our way north to Getu in Guizhuo province. We'd had enough of the rain and tropical heat and we really wanted to get on to see some real karst peaks and arches.

So we started our multi-leg overland journey by bus and by train. The day train from Guilin to Guiyang was quite comfortable in a six-bed hard sleeper cabin, if only a little cramped. Arriving late at night, we stumbled our way to a seedy hotel. The next day was another multi-leg journey from Guiyang to Getu via Anshun and Ziyun. This was an entertainingly difficult day of travel as our non-existent Chinese had us learning quickly in an immersion of new sounds, sights, and symbols. We mostly got places by pointing at names in our guidebooks. We were clearly in a place where foreigners are rarely seen, which was refreshing as it feels that your presence is more appreciated than in touristy places like yangshuo. We were happy to see smiles and meet friendly people who helped us on our way.

Everchanging China: Along the way is where we also started to see an example of the rapid growth and expansion of dusty cities and smoggy urban life into the dusty countryside. We were left with the impression that, in many ways, the Chinese are tripping over themselves to build and build with new highways, massive tunnels, cranes and skyscrapers overshadowing the shanties, chickens, and stray dogs. In every direction, there was either demolition or construction or agriculture. Copy/paste architecture began to rule the streets as always unfinished cinder block buildings with raw rebar on the rooftops became the staple.

Arriving to Getu in the evening, the main hostel was full, and the only other pick in town had only squatter toilets and no hot water or wifi. But we made the best of it, spending as much time as possible outdoors.

The Great Arch was our main destination, and when we saw it the next day from the road far below, all we could say was "we made it!" Our friends there in the dozen-strong climbing community had warned us though that there was also new construction inside the arch (!), a cable car from below meant to be finished in July. We were able to ignore the short-lived sound of the generator as we slapped, pinched, underclinged and smeared our way up upside-down scoops. The style of climbing there is unlike anything we've encountered and so unique in that the stone never sees weather, sun or rain. A sublime experience.

The rest of our short time there was spent seeing as many crags as possible. We were inspired one day to climb one of the biggest walls there: CMDI wall for the Chinese Mountain Development Institute. The approach hike took us through a wilderness touched by man over disused stone terraces that felt ancient. The easiest route up the wall was Blue Spirit, six-pitches up to French 6a. It was the longest route in Anna's logbook so far and was a very interesting and satisfying achievement. Classic Chinese white limestone cliffs with scraggy bushes dotted with red leaves, something off a Confucian scroll.

The way back to Guiyang was easier than the way out and the night train to Kunming, Yunnan, on a soft sleeper was pleasant. A couple days in Kunming in a proper apartment was a refreshing change of facilities as we battled through a brief belly-bug. The city itself was very pleasant with a nice lakeside park and a perfect climate. Sunday evening had all kinds of people in the park; our favorite was a group playing and dancing to Classical Chinese music.

Now, we are in Pokhara, Nepal, after a short stopover in Kathmandu. The view from the city here is amazing, with a giant lake and towering peaks, Machhapuchhare or "Fishtail" (7k meters tall) the most prominent, just out of reach beyond the foothills. We plan to start an 8-day wilderness rafting experience on the Karnali river in remote western Nepal tomorrow. And after that onto the Bardia Jungle, where we hope to see a Bengal tiger (yea right) or a one-horned rhino.

Photos:
Train time!

The sign on the dashboard of the minibus that goes to Getu. We learned to memorize these few symbols.

The Great Arch from below, with our friend Ben from Bristol.

The Swallow Cave, sits just below the Great Arch...

A peaceful pole-ferry across the river.

The walls are covered in script and Anna's bag is heavy.

No single photo can do justice to the immensity of the arch...

Spotting out climbs and feeling small.

Anna coming out of the shadows and into the scoops on her first 7a+!

Anna rapping off a long one. Hopefully this picture shows some scale. This is a partial view of one wall one on side of the arch.

A funky vertical panorama of the arch...

The sun tries to poke through the clouds as Tony descends from another climb.

Cragging with the goats.

Peering up at the massive CMDI wall.

A panorama from high up on Blue Spirit.

A hardy bush-whack across the base of CMDI leads through rose thorns galore, but also some nice flowers.

One of the stone tombs plus a cute Asian cow.

A spirited Maj Jhong game at a secluded park in Kunming.

Anna found some sweet lens-less glasses in the college district. As elsewhere, people here dress quite fancy and the young kids are hip to the newest trends in fashion.

Night-time at the lake park.







































Tuesday, April 16, 2013

China: yangshuo

So, as we depart from behind the Great FireWall of China (behind which google and Facebook are blocked and any type of Internet usage is difficult) we write to you from sunny Kathmandu, Nepal. We are safe and sound here, further away from any bird flu scares or nuclear threats and only with a bit of uneasy digestion (to be expected).

Last we wrote was during a restful day in Yangshuo. Since then, we have climbed a lot of limestone, seeking to touch as many crags as possible in our short time and occasionally get a little bit higher than a single pitch off the ground. We also enjoyed being able to see a bit of Chinese domestic tourism, as our locale was a very popular destination during the long weekend of the Tomb Sweeping Festival. All across the countryside, people make pilgrimage to the stone tombs of their ancestors, hack away the bush that grew in the intervening year, and light off a pile of firecrackers to awaken the spirits of the dead and to let them know that they've not been forgotten. The streets were packed with Chinese and WaiGouRen (foreigners) alike. As seems to be our fate, we wind up arriving to various destinations just before or during holidays, when room rates go up and delays become the norm. Anyway, we fought though the rain and crowds to find some amazing friends to show us around. Biking to the crags everyday was our commute and we were glad to tag along as we would have gotten so lost on our own out on the dusty roads and rice-terrace trails. Many of the crags were wet and seeping, with tufas and stalagtites dripping down on us and slimy pockets for handholds, but we made the best of it. One of our favorite days in Yangshuo was at Moon Hill. It is a classic and iconic karst arch at the top of a hill.

The view from our hotel onto a peaceful courtyard, which we quite enjoyed despite our utter inability to communicate with the staff.

Which one is Anna? She's the one in the bright yellow poncho getting sidelong looks from passersby.

Moon Hill as seen from below, an amazing feature.

Anna tearing it up alongside the Moon Hill arch, surrounded by many more amazingly steep and beautiful forested karst peaks.

This peak sits right outside of town. It's truly amazing how people here have made utmost use of any flatlands.

This is the family dog at our hotel, a beautiful husky who's name translates to Small Four. We miss you, Harvey!

The view from the top of one of Anna's leads on the Egg.

Finally, some sunshine (enough to get burned!) on the west side of the Egg!

Action shot! Steep roof climbing = fun!

Muslim noodles, handmade while you wait.

Standard scenery on the bike commute, pagoda-like arch, people toting their wares all around and these little worktrucks with no hoods putting around.

Bamboo raft de-rig beach and shuttle vehicle. A little different than our style of rafting!

Muscling through a steep traverse on East Twin Gate peak.

A panoramic view from near the top of West Twin Gate (please let me know if it looks strange).

Waving goodby to yangshuo!




































Hong Kong part 2

Top-roping a hard climb made even harder by the very wet holds (it had rained a lot!) , with the sea crashing behind us!


Pondering our wonderful day of escape from the hectic city.


Anna's favorite!


Dear Steph, we were lucky enough to find some ham-flavored cheese and ham-flavored ham. Delish!


A very fluffy and tired dog following his owner down the sidewalk. After seeing all the Chows out here, we definitely Harvey is more than 50% Chow.


A hike with our wonderful guide, Heidi!


Anna on a unicycle trainer going fast!












We ❤HK

After a grueling trans-pacific flight, we arrived at our hostel in the hip Causeway Bay district on Hong Kong Island to find that our room didn't provide much more space than our seats on the plane. It's a good thing we're both so short! Even Anna could touch opposite walls with her head and toes!

We were a but surprised to learn that the Chinese Embassy in HK was closed over the Holiday for 4 days(!) while our application was being processed. So, we made the best of it; spending the first few days walking a lot and getting to know the place.

We found the city to be very clean and safe, with towering skyscrapers in every direction, the Metro making any destination into a short trip, lots of different kinds of food and people from all over the world. Truly one of the most diverse places we've ever seen. Also we were amazed at the conspicuous display of wealth with the fanciest cars on every corner and people dressed to the nines all around us. We felt quite underdressed in our jeans and tees...

We stayed on the lucky 13th floor!


Bamboo scaffolding is everywhere, climbing even up the sides of the tallest towers! Amazing use of a simple, light and strong natural material in a concrete jungle.


The view of the city from the top of Victoria peak.


The Star Ferry boat: Northern Star returning to the Island after dropping us off on the Peninsula.


Anna could beat up Bruce Lee (if he was standing still)... She's pretty good at Kung Fu.


Enjoying some dim sum and noodles at La Mian Long Xiao Bao (great suggestion, Paul!)


Spirally incense burning in the temple.


Sea-mist's effect on a carabiner on Tung Lung Island.


We had a little Easter egg hunt of our own out at the sea cliffs.