11 Senior Citizens and 2 Adults (My China Vacation), Part 2 of 3

Wednesday, Oct. 10, 2007

After breakfast I went around and shot some more photos before all of us rode the bus for JiuZhaiGou National Park. The tour wasn’t as exhausting as I expected, probably because we just hopped back and forth shuttle buses to get around and see the park's various lakes, rivers and waterfalls.

The difficulty in capturing the park's majestic scenery was apparent w/ me taking lots of partial shots so that I could stitch them together on Photoshop for one panoramic image (sample below).

Despite the fact that China’s official week-long holiday was over last week, tourists were still aplenty. With all the shoving that had to be done in order to get on the shuttle buses it was like rush hour in Beijing. While I think there’s a certain charm to seeing Chonkers bring their friends and family to see their country’s tourist spots, at the same time I wish they’d disappear for a bit (or at least move a little to the left) so I could get that postcard-perfect shot of Panda Lake. Hell, some would be newlyweds/semi-pro wedding models came here for their wedding photos. Some in our group opted to have their picture taken by a professional. Pricey.

And then there’s the problem of traveling w/ 11 senior citizens, as there’s the possibility that one or two would tire easily. While Xiao Mao said we were well behaved (and liked to go to the bathroom a lot), Uncle Peter (not my real uncle) was pooped from all the walking, so we didn’t get to see what Xiao Mao called “best” lake in the tour (probably either Long Lake or Jade-Colored), since it was an hour’s hike away. Oh, well, it was getting repetitive, anyway.

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After we got back to our Plexi-domed resort for dinner, we again headed back out to visit the artificial Qiang village (built next to the Holiday Inn) for a cultural song and dance show called Dreamland Journey. I can best describe the 80-minute program as a mix of a Las Vegas show and MegaoperaTM, or Broadway’s Lion King meets Moulin Rouge.

And despite strict instructions on the teleprompter to the contrary, the audience still took pictures, shot video and tossed the pre-cut pads of confetti unto the stage. Still, that same teleprompter proved useful in providing an English translation of the story and songs. For the grand finale, the performers invited us to participate in the bonfire dance outside, then the stage wall opened like airline hangar doors leading to the back lot where the buses were parked! We literally exited through the stage.

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For my nightcap I decided to try out the resort’s spa, which was raining from the inside due to all the heat produced by their artificial hot springs. It was ah-may-zing as I used their 43º Celsius hot pool/ “spring” and steam room. The former was great, the latter not-so-pleasant. It was like my whole body was trying to inhale the steam while burning my nostrils (or cooking my lungs, whichever visual’s more disturbing) at the same time. How Finnish people find this relaxing is beyond me.

Thursday, Oct. 11, 2007

The morning was dark and hazy. Killed time in my hotel room before we left for our first destination, w/c turned out to be Qiang and Tibet handicraft store, and a mini history museum w/c lead to the aforementioned store(s). Now our tour flyer said visits to Jewelry, Crystal and Pearl shops were not allowed. That said, girl's gotta make a buck. Sigh.

The mini-museum was my introduction to the existence of sky jade and Gzi beads, stones with natural color combinations and patterns that resembled eyes, Buddha, and even Swastikas (the good kind). Pa bought me a Gzi bead necklace w/ a double-eye pattern, supposedly for “a stable marriage and harmonious family.” Personally I got tired of looking at all that sky jade, turquoise, amber and purple jade.

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On the bus Xiao Mao told us a story about how back in JZG Park yesterday their security was asking for our passports. Xiao Mao found that unnecessary and complained to management, who in turn gave us 550RMB (or 50RMB per senior). Seems we were supposed to get a Senior Citizen discount. We all decided to give the money to her as part of her tip.

After lunch it was a 1-hour drive to HuangLong, a nature park that, in terms of hiking alone, made JZG National Park seem lightweight by comparison. During the climb the seniors gave up after the first kilometer, so it was up to me and Jenny to try and finish the remaining 3000 meters.

My Eleven-shot Panoramic Layout

After coming across a couple more similar looking sulfur-colored “water terraces,” waterfalls and free oxygen pit stops, eventually Jenny gave up as well, so I went on alone. If the guy w/ the limp and several other senior citizens that passed me on their way down the mountain was any indication, this should be a survivable endeavor. During my solo climb up it occurred to me that I left my wallet in the bus so if I ever need to buy some O² I’m outta luck.

Pah, O² tanks are for pussies. And what, “freezing cold?” I’m sweltering here! I managed to make it up to the Middle Temple, 3.4km above sea level. I’d have gone further but I’d already left the seniors alone for more than an hour, so I had to run downhill (so to speak) as fast as I could, Mika playing on my Muvo™ along the way. Dang if both Jenny and the Seniors weren’t where I left them.My mind was already of thinking of scenarios of how to get back w/o paying in case my bus left. Luckily I ran into Jenny and Xiao Mao, who in turn were looking for me. Xiao Mao had the Seniors wait in the bus to stave off possible hypothermia. During that hour climbing up and another hour running down, they said Pa was throwing a fit in the bus. Thankfully we still had plenty of time to catch our flight back to ChengDu.

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During our 20-minute ride to the aiport Xiao Mao treated us w/ a mini-concert at a sign of gratitude. Right now we’re at our dark and gloomy gate waiting for our continuously delayed flight.