Jimmy and I decided to explore, which always foreshadows good times. We had no destination or plan, except for a desire to find rural China. It was by far my best trip yet.
Frankly, I’d been disappointed in my previous travels in China. My travels had all, with the lone exception of Wuyishan (see earlier entry), been to major cities (Beijing, Shanghai, Nanjing, Hangzhou, and Guangzhou). I’m sick of sites that are so packed shoulder-to-shoulder, full of large tourist groups with flags and loudspeakers. Nor am I a fan of artificial nature (lakes, gardens, and concrete “rock” formations, “supplemented” by chirpy music emanating from speakers). Part of the problem is also that I cannot always appreciate the historical and cultural significance of sites, and the English explanations are poor.
But most Chinese and I also have different ideas about what makes for good travels. Even the tourist information center found it hysterical that we wanted to go to a rural place, one without too many people: “What is there to do there? Besides, that’s simply not safe, what will you eat?” Others advised us: “But that town is so small! Go to Yiwu, there are so many people there, even black ones!” Continue reading →