A Travellerspoint blog

January 2016

Muslim food

Derek didn't go to work in the morning and I thought that was strange. I ended up leaving him there and going to the museum at opening time, determined to beat the crowds. Derek seemed surprised that I would leave so early and said he hoped I'd write him a reference. Yeah, neutral, all the way.

I spent the morning in the provincial museum, still not believing in the authenticity of the terracotta warriors. I left for lunch in the muslim quarter, where I grabbed some mutton, fresh squeezed pomegranate juice and hot and sour soup with mutton dumplings. Wowwwwwwww deliciousssssss.

I walked all the way back to the train station with some persimmon cakes and a date pudding for a snack, finished with another five day weekend.

Shaanxi museum

Shaanxi museum


Me vs pomegranate juice

Me vs pomegranate juice


Me vs. mutton

Me vs. mutton


This is the strange mutton

This is the strange mutton


Hot and sour soup with dumplings

Hot and sour soup with dumplings

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Tour of the city

Derek had to leave in the morning, so I took a shower and slowly got up afterwards. I noticed he had not one, not two, but three blankets on his bed, the sneaky snake. He was planning on me getting cold and getting in his bed, just like the last Arab I surfed with! God!

I left and met a nice Russian lady on the subway. She wanted to help me find the "folk house", the venue for the shadow puppet show I always wanted to see. I got more lost with her than without her, however. We found it eventually and I said goodbye, because she wanted to go shopping for trinkets to bring home to Moscow.

After the puppet show and screeching Chinese folk music performance, I headed to a temple on the east side of town. It was quite large with monks chanting and a beautiful courtyard in the back. I grabbed some steam buns on the way back to the bus and quickly found the right one to take me to the Xi'An museum.

I had a few hours before Derek got back from work, so I took my time inside and headed back for 6 p.m. Derek had just gotten back when I got there, and he called some friends to go out for pizza. I was a little disappointed, I thought we'd get something muslim.

Derek took me out on his motorcycle to the new area of town, which looked like a Las Vegas version of China. It had huge pompous statues on extremely wide boulevards, complete with an artificial lake. Derek told me proudly this was the best Xi'An had to offer. I wanted to puke. Really? I had seen many more interesting things downtown. I was already extremely weary of this guy. He offered to get warmed up in a mall and I said flatly that I'd rather be cold than walk around in any shopping centre.

So, we drove to another mall (sigh) where we would meet his friends. On the way, he told me to get a job at a private children's English academy. I politely said no, I have a good recruiter, thanks. He told me my recruiter was in fact no good and I should be making more money because that's what counts in life.

"No it isnt! Are you crazy!?" I snapped back at him, almost shrieking. We sat in absolute silence waiting for his friends and the pizza to arrive. I had absolutely had it with this guy, I was completely finished. The pizza was huge, by the way, with a diameter of about 2 or three feet! I had given up caring for the night, so I just made them choose the toppings, which of course, had to be halal. All four of us almost ate the whole thing and I mostly ignored Derek, only speaking to his Pakistani friend about the politics of his home country.

They paid for the pizza without me knowing about it and wouldn't let me contribute. We went to Helen's afterwards (a chain foreigner bar around china, double sigh) to smoke hookah and watch me drink a lot of beer.

We went first in a taxi and Derek went to pick someone else up on his motorcycle, so we waited for them in the lobby for a while. A strange drunk Chinese man chimed in on our conversation about one guy's premature grey hair and ran away up the stairs to Helen's. We got cold and eventually went inside to wait for Derek to show up. Who was there do you think? Weird drunk guy. He tracked me down and invited himself to sit at our table. I didn't have a problem with that because he bought a huge pitcher for all of us to share. He flirted aggressively with me all night.

This was the first time any Chinese guy ever approached me in such a way and it was hilarious! I was glad to have someone else to talk to anyway, and laughed extra loudly all night at all his jokes, so that Derek would take the hint and not try any more tricks tonight. I had a great time and when we got home, Derek went straight to bed, saying he was tired. Thank god! I have tricks too, mister, and they worked way better than yours did.

Folk house

Folk house


Folk house

Folk house


Folk house cat

Folk house cat


Folk house

Folk house


Folk house

Folk house


Folk house

Folk house


Puppet show

Puppet show


Great Mosque

Great Mosque


Great Mosque at prayer time

Great Mosque at prayer time


Temple of the Eight Immortals

Temple of the Eight Immortals


Temple of the Eight Immortals

Temple of the Eight Immortals


Temple of the Eight Immortals

Temple of the Eight Immortals


Xi'An museum

Xi'An museum


Xi'An museum

Xi'An museum


Xi'An museum

Xi'An museum


Xi'An museum

Xi'An museum

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You can't get there from here

I ate breakfast with the hoteliers and they drove me down the hill as promised. I made them wait for me for a few minutes because I couldn't find my beloved barrette. So many wonderful travel memories I have had with her, I was panicking as I unpacked everything in my bag to find her. I gave up, satisfied I had done my best, and was profoundly disappointed at her sudden absence from my life. I tried to put her out of my mind, but it proved impossible. I just gave in to being sad today.

The bus to Luliang was easy to find, but I was led off track by two fellow well-meaning travelers. They took me to the train station and persuaded me to get a ticket that didn't leave until 10 p.m. It was only a hard seat, because all the beds were sold out. I wasn't sure I was gonna like this... I went with them for lunch, because their train to Taiyuan didn't depart until 5 p.m.

At lunch, I switched into my glasses, and what do you know?! My barrette appeared lodged into the back of my glasses case. I could not contain my happiness at being unexpectedly reunited with my hair clip. I never want to be parted from her again.

My friends left for their own train and I went straight back to the ticket office for a refund, convinced I could get to Xi'An faster by bus. I lost 15 yuan for the fee, but it was worthwhile because I wound up at the Taiyuan South train station just in time for the 6:30 p.m. high speed train to Xi'An. It cost way more than double, but at least I didn't have to sleep in a seat and wander around Luliang all day, not knowing what to do with myself. I arrived in Xi'An at the same time I would've left. I did a lot of back tracking, but it worked out to be a more luxurious journey in the end.

When the bus got to Taiyuan, they asked me where I wanted to go. I said Xi'An, and they shoved me in another minibus. I was so confused, the bus driver kept telling me to take the train, but I was sure they'd all be full. I kept saying "bus station" and he kept saying "train station" and it went on like that until they dumped me on the side of the road by the train station. I had to climb over a fence and jaywalk, scared for my life, with some other crazy people who also didn't know how to navigate around the maze of fences and cross the 10 lane (at least) highway. Within half an hour though, I was on my way to Xi'An, unaccustomed to the luxury of high speed rail, I felt completely relaxed as soon as I sat down, pretty sure my troubles were over.

The warm water and liquid soap seemed a world away from what I was used to already. When we finally arrived in Xi'An, I was asleep, sprawled out over three seats. The workers started cleaning around me and I realized we had arrived.

I gave my host's number to the first taxi driver I saw. It was gonna cost 120 yuan at least to get there. Nope. I grabbed the phone from the driver and made Derek tell me his subway stop. It was a really long name and I tried to memorize it as I walked to the ticket booth. I picked the station that seemed most similar to what he said and hoped that was it. I got there and asked another driver to phone Derek. He told the driver the directions, and soon I was at his door. I guess he was somewhere else waiting for me because I had to get the security guard to call again. Finally, I was in his nice warm apartment and he sat me down on the couch with some cool water.

"So, am I sleeping here tonight?" I said pointing to the couch.

"Nooooo," Derek answered, but when I looked for the guest room, there was none. This is why I don't surf with Arabs, I realized again. Everytime I do, something weird like this happens. We had some boring, normal conversation and I said I was tired and I'd be sleeping on the couch, thankyouverymuch. Derek asked me if I was sure about that and there was a long pause as I replied yyyyyyyeahhhhh like he was an idiot. And he was. Did he have any blankets? He handed me a thin sheet, and I dressed in every single piece of clothing in my suitcase and went to bed with my coat covering my feet.

My cave door

My cave door


Breakfast

Breakfast


The courtyard

The courtyard


Temple in Qikou

Temple in Qikou


Temple in Qikou

Temple in Qikou


View of the Yellow River

View of the Yellow River


Yellow River

Yellow River


Me at Taiyuan South railway station

Me at Taiyuan South railway station

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I slept in a cave

Once again, I had to switch my midnight train to the 8 p.m. train because my student cancelled. It worked out better that way because I got to Taiyuan earlier and made it to the west bus station with plenty of time to spare.

At first, I was waiting at the wrong bus stop, but I didn't realize it for a whole hour. My toes were freezing off and I guess it woke my brain up. When I finally read the sign, it was 6 a.m. and I had to walk over to the right one. I made the exact same mistake in the opposite direction last time, so I knew exactly where I needed to go.

As I was walking, my toes were thawing and I saw a huge crowd waiting for the same bus as me. It didn't come until 7 a.m., after I had been outside in -12 degree weather, doing nothing for two hours.

When we all finally got to the bus station on the other side of town, they wouldn't even sell me a ticket until 30 minutes before the bus was leaving. That meant I had to sit there until 10 a.m. freezing in the lobby. I found the heater and sat on it, trying to warm up.

I put on another pair of pants and eventually, departed for Qikou. We had a brand new bus with plastic still on the seats. It even had a new bus smell.

The bus wound around, up and down mountains, as I dozed and watched the dusty landscape go by. I was the last one riding the bus and I was getting a little anxious. The bus driver told me I was fine and finally we stopped at the edge of the frozen Yellow River. There was this otherworldly dusty atmosphere with caves cut into the sides of brownish-reddish hills.

This is what I freeze for two hours in the cold for. This is what I pile into a crowded, dirty train for and step out of at ungodly hours. This is what I starve and dehydrate myself for. This is what I put my body through absolute chaos for, week after week. This is what I sleep on rocks for. This is what I forgo showers for. This is absolutely everything to me.

I'm not discovering new lands or uncovering ancient secrets, but to go places that most people wouldn't even dream of is really an amazing thing. To have the leisure time to do this, is an incredible opportunity and I will never let it pass me by.

Walking alone on an empty road in the midst of another indescribable experience is worth all the sacrifices I have made to get here. The brief, but intense friendships I leave behind and the absolute hellish acquaintances I meet on the job are both worth it. When I can step out of a bus at the edge of this ancient, supremely important river and breathe in this crisp air, I fasten my backpack a little bit closer and take the first step up the next mountain. This one moment is worth every hardship.

Trudging up this hill for an hour, a 500 year old track brought me to a village with a population of 45, who have lived in the side of a hill for generations. How is this experience not worthwhile? How can I stay at home, when invigorating and irreplaceable experiences such as these are waiting, relatively easy to attain. The absolute elation and incredible lightness I feel as a result of the pain and struggle pales in comparison.

When I look at the toothless grin of the innkeeper who begs me to stay at his mountain cave home, how can I consider it a struggle at all? I am blessed beyond my expectations and lucky beyond my dreams. How could I dare ignore these dazzling opportunities right in front of me?

The guest house was warm and his face was tanned and leathery. He found a young woman to explain that my cave room or "yaodong" was 60 yuan, including breakfast and dinner. She also helped me get to Xi'An in the morning, so I gave both of them a hearty thanks.

I had enough time to wander around the village in time for the sunset. Exhausted, I collapsed in bed and traded my sweaty clothes for pyjamas, thinking I'd have a quiet dinner alone with the innkeeper.

When I opened the kitchen door, two wealthy looking men with Arcteryx jackets looked up and stared. They told me through their translation apps they were hoteliers building a new luxury resort and bar in town. I was glad to hear that but also a little sad. The whole character of the tiny hill village will totally change, but I hope more money will come into this hidden paradise. Ahh the price of development. I told them not to make their bar too loud and not to even think about adding any disco lights! They laughed and promised they wouldn't, but I didn't believe them. We shared some simple tofu, mutton with peppers and scrambled eggs, as they broke out bottle after bottle of baijiu They told me they'd drive me down the mountain in the morning.

After dinner, I called my mom using the surprisingly fast wifi in the cave. How about that? I thought I had reached the end of civilization, but high speed wifi still found its way through.

I went to bed feeling fantastic and found two more amazing surprises. The outhouse had no roof, so I peed under the stars. When I hopped into bed, I found that it was radiating heat! It was a "kang" style bed, with a chamber that conducts the heat from the nearby fire, right underneath me! I was in absolute heaven, and even did the calculations, wondering how long I could stay here, on my current income. It turned out to be actually quite a while. If I only used my rental income, it would be almost completely sustainable. But, I suppose eventually I'd get bored and have to leave. Whatever, I'm keeping this idea in the back of my mind for sure, I could definitely stay there for a month in peace and absolute quiet, talking to random hotel guests through our apps.

Thawing out on the new bus to Qikou

Thawing out on the new bus to Qikou


Qikou

Qikou


Qikou

Qikou


The hike to Lijiashan

The hike to Lijiashan


The hike to Lijiashan

The hike to Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Me vs. Lijiashan

Me vs. Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan sunset

Lijiashan sunset


Lijiashan sunset

Lijiashan sunset


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan

Lijiashan


Lijiashan hotel

Lijiashan hotel


Lijiashan hotel courtyard

Lijiashan hotel courtyard


My cave room with kang bed

My cave room with kang bed


My cave room

My cave room


Hoteliers

Hoteliers


Guy stole my camera

Guy stole my camera


Hoteliers

Hoteliers


Guy who stole my camera

Guy who stole my camera


Kang bed

Kang bed


Cat

Cat


Me and cat

Me and cat


Stolen camera

Stolen camera


Stolen camera

Stolen camera


Stolen camera

Stolen camera


Night time in the courtyard

Night time in the courtyard

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On the road again

I was a bit early so I grabbed some super cheap noodles and beer at my favourite street food stall. I got a huge plate of them and a big beer for only 10 yuan! I even had noodles left for breakfast on the train.

Me vs. noodles

Me vs. noodles

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Epic fail

We drove right past the hotel where I left my stuff and I was once again astounded. Mumu explained through her app that we would go to some random temple and then go get my bag after that, because there was a whole hour before the bus left. Ummm... no. "I need to brush my teeth and I smell like poop!" I typed to her. She laughed and I walked backwards to the hotel while Mumu shrugged and went to the temple, seemingly just as perplexed as I was.

Thankfully, my bag was waiting for me in the lobby and I luxuriated in the hotel washroom where I changed, brushed my teeth and scrubbed my face until it was time to catch the bus. I felt like a million freaking bucks.

The bus ride was uneventful. This time the driver stopped for a bathroom break, just outside of Taiyuan. On the way up, he didn't and I suffered quite severely. Thank god, because we had to catch another bus on the other side of the city. As we were walking from the city bus to the other bus station, Mumu saw our bus that we needed slowly turning the corner towards us. Luckily, the driver picked us up as we were waving frantically at him.

Mumu found us a cheap hotel really quickly and it even had hot water in the shower. Too hot. I was either freezing or burning, but at that point it didn't matter anymore. Before the shower though, Mumu had convinced me to go out drinking without one. There was only a Polish tour group and no one else to impress anyway, so I went reluctantly, glancing longingly at the shower as we dropped our bags down and left.

Before we went out though, the hotel owner said she'd find me a tour to go to Zhangbi underground castle, but when we got back, she said there was no one going, in the whole city tomorrow morning and I'd have to hire a private driver for 200 yuan. Ummm, no thanks, I'll just go home. It was the second time I had tried to organize a trip to this place, so I finally gave up, defeated, again.

In the morning, Mumu had to get up and go touristing. I was bored of Pingyao anyway, so I stayed in with my noodles and tea, like an empress until I got kicked out into dusty reality at 10 a.m. I bought my train ticket home, like a commoner and wandered around the ancient village until I had to go. Then snoozed all the way home, periodically shooing away the rude idiots sitting on the foot of my bed. Guhhhh China.

The homestay courtyard

The homestay courtyard


So gross

So gross


Sunrise in the morning

Sunrise in the morning


It's like art

It's like art


Pingyao empty at night

Pingyao empty at night


Me vs. weird cocktail

Me vs. weird cocktail


Chinese singer

Chinese singer


Our nice hotel

Our nice hotel

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So confused

It started to dawn on me that we weren't going on a day hike after our driver brought us to the peak to watch the sunrise. I thought Mumu was carrying way too much food for that, but I've seen Chinese people hike before, and she had less than them. So, I disregarded this essential hint.

Anyway, we drove up to the peak at about 7 a.m. and watched the sun come up while battling dangerous winds that could quite possibly fling us off the cliffs. I suddenly understood why we had to register our passport information before we went up there. It was clear that not everyone came down the same way they went up.

Mumu gave me hot paws to put in my shoes and stick on my back, but with that extreme wind, it hardly made any difference. I was frozen stiff after about 30 minutes and I went in the van to munch on my breakfast of beef jerky alongside the driver while Mumu had the time of her life jumping around the cliffs oblivious to the danger of getting blown off like a kite.

Next, our driver brought us to a trailhead of sorts. After he let us out, and drove away (with all my stuff) Mumu showed me her phone and it said "We might sleep here tonight". Um... what? All I had was water and hiking snacks! I thought we were going back to the same hotel after a day hike. That little hint that I noticed this morning would've been useful, if I acted on it. I was definitely not prepared for this.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I wrote in her translator. She wrote back to me that I could go back later to the hotel at any time. I was really sad and bewildered that she would neglect to tell me this would be a sleepover hike until literally SECONDS after it was too late to prepare properly. My god.

I left her behind me and took out my rage on the steps going up the mountain to the temple. When I got to the top, the hotel looked comfortable, so I told Mumu I could stay, even though I had no toiletries, etc. She seemed to understand but she had other plans again. We weren't staying at this hotel, no way.

We kept on hiking past the temple into the desert. We met a tour group and filled up at a small hut that had hot water before our ascent. It was a medium sized mountain and I knew I wouldn't have a problem getting to the top. I wasn't sure what I would do with the sweaty, damp clothes I would be wearing and would have to sleep in afterwards however. Ugh.

I tried to keep a positive attitude and took way too many pictures of the same mountain range. It looked different to me each time I stopped, but I guess in hindsight, it wasn't.

Some guy on his way down stopped us on our way up and gave us partially broken crampons, which we wore one of each. I'm not a fan of these things, but I wore them instead of carrying them or arguing with Mumu about them. I had the broken one on my right foot and Mumu was trying to coach me up the mountain by telling me not to step on the 45 degree slope of glistening ice. Thank you Mumu, but I think the Canadian might know a thing or two about hiking in snow This proved to be a difficult point to communicate, so I just said "OK" every time she gave me some more useful pointers. Sigh. I wished she was this helpful when we were preparing for this hike, I thought to myself the whole way up.

Anyway, we continued on up to the temple at the top and it was so windy that I dropped my phone in the snow somewhere along the way. When I realized this, we called it, but no one answered. Poor little phone, abandoned on the mountaintop. Maybe one of my friends will get a call from it when some other hiker finds it and picks it up. By then, I'll be long gone and that hiker will also abandon my phone because it's a cheap piece of crap. The moral of the story is: always buy cheap phones and don't get attached to them because you never know when you'll drop them in the snow.

The top of the mountain was just as blustery as the first one, but I felt I had deserved this mountain more than the last one. I had reached the summit before Mumu, so I went back and searched in vain for my poor little phone until I met Mumu coming up.

We had our snacks and basked in the sun like little cats. I suppose Mumu charmed our way into someone's car, because a bunch of strangers piled us in their SUV and drove us all the way down to the bottom. They even pointed us in the direction of a "hotel". I know, this is not the purist way to hike a mountain and I felt I could have made the descent myself without any huge problems, but the car was warm and I was drenched in cold, damp, clammy sweat, so I said nothing and just enjoyed the ride.

Since Mumu used the word "hotel" instead of "binguan", which means family-run guest house, I assumed we'd at least have a warm shower to look forward to. The guy who drove us down the mountain introduced us to the owners and brought us to their stone-walled farm house in a valley. There were no floors, just concrete, and the whole place was heated with coal. There was also no running water at all, and you had to poop in a hole. I was once again bewildered.

"Are there showers here?" I typed on Mumu's phone. "No have," she said. "Don't you want a shower?" I wrote. She shook her head no and said she didn't know about this shower business before we came here. What the crap were you talking about for so long with those people in the car then? I thought. I also kept these thoughts to myself because it's easier than typing them out in a crappy translator app that doesn't work.

When I asked to leave, the owners said they could drive me to town, but that would cost 50 yuan, the same as if I just stayed here for the night. I was defeated, so I stayed.

I tried to dry out my only socks and whatever clothes I could spare on the coal-fired stove in our room with its rammed earth bed. As I was snoozing drowsily, someone came in and took everything off the stove. Mumu came in and told me not to do that. I had melted my long johns and could have burnt the house down (I thought burning a stone house down was unlikely but anyway...). I didn't care. At least my clothes were dry and no one got hurt. I was only down one pair of tights. Whatever. The bonus was that I didn't have to carry them anymore. Ha.

I was surprised later, when someone woke me up to eat dinner. They brought us homemade Shanxi style noodles and pickled cabbage right to our room. Mumu had even lugged a can of beer over the mountain and we shared that in small bowls instead of cups. I was not very comfortable in my gross clothes, but at least these people were friendly.

Going to the toilet was an affair and a half. There was only a big square hole with two planks to stand on overtop this hole and squat. The hole was filled with excrement, right up to the same level of the planks. It was frozen I guess, so it didn't stink. I would hate to be here in the summer. Terrifying. I went back to bed at 8 p.m. and we woke up at 7:30 to go find my stuff that I left with the driver from the hotel and catch the bus back to Taiyuan.

Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Sunrise on Wutai Shan

Sunrise on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Like a cat in the sun

Like a cat in the sun


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


I think this is where I lost my phone

I think this is where I lost my phone


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Hiking on Wutai Shan

Hiking on Wutai Shan


Our homestay

Our homestay


Our homestay

Our homestay


Mumu vs noodles

Mumu vs noodles

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I met a crazy lady to go hiking with

I managed to change my 2 a.m. ticket to an 8 p.m. one after my student cancelled his class on Friday night. So, I had a pretty good sleep on the train and woke up in Taiyuan. I remembered how messed up the bus stops were around the train station, so I was prepared to walk around a while until I found my bus. I ended up finding it after walking around for about an hour. It didn't matter anyway because thhey didn't start running until 6 a.m. anyway.

The east bus station was not far and when I found the right street, I was soon on my way to Wutai Shan. I loaded up on hiking snacks and ramen before the bus departed. I heard the food was expensive up there.

Once we got to the ticket check in station of Wutai Shan, a man got on the bus asking if we needed a hotel. A nice lady invited me to share a room with her. We spent the rest of the weekend together. We dropped off all our crap at the hotel and went to the famous temples together. They are Tibetan style, so they're quite different from the rest of China. There are at least 200 scattered around the mountain. I loved spinning the prayer wheels and walking around in a circle with the chanting worshippers.

It was quite difficult to communicate with Mumu, my new friend, but I basically just followed her around all afternoon. We were both interested in hiking tomorrow, so we planned to watch the sunrise together in the morning at the peak. We concocted this plan over instant noodles, beer and special local mushrooms in the hotel that night.

I was pretty sure I understood the plan, but I think she was using words that were too complicated for her translation app on her phone. Confusion ensued in the morning.

Christmas party at my house

Christmas party at my house


Christmas party at my house

Christmas party at my house


Christmas party at my house

Christmas party at my house


Christmas party at my house

Christmas party at my house


Wutai Shan temple prayer wheels

Wutai Shan temple prayer wheels


Wutai Shan temple prayer wheels

Wutai Shan temple prayer wheels


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Picnic at the top

Picnic at the top


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Wutai Shan temples

Wutai Shan temples


Mumu and our feast

Mumu and our feast


Me vs. Wutai Shan mushrooms

Me vs. Wutai Shan mushrooms

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