Written by TwoIdiots on 21 Apr, 2008
Day 1 – Taking It EasyOne early morning in the second week of October, we took a northbound bus from Lijiang and asked the driver to let us out at Qiaotou. A small group of touts awaited us at Qiaotou bus stop offering guide…Read More
Day 1 – Taking It EasyOne early morning in the second week of October, we took a northbound bus from Lijiang and asked the driver to let us out at Qiaotou. A small group of touts awaited us at Qiaotou bus stop offering guide service and horse back riding. We finished lunch at one of the simple restaurants nearby, and headed towards the upper trail. Since the trail was used by both men and horses, the path had been churned into a muddy mess in the recent rain. At one point, we had mud (mixed with horse s**t) up to our shin. It was fun though, just had to make sure we didn’t fall into it! After two hours of moderate uphill walking, we arrived at Naxi Family Guesthouse, and our hostess greeted us with complimentary hot tea, fresh fruits, and nuts. Beside us, there were only two other parties here – a single traveler from Australia and three Germans. According to the cheerful owner Mrs. Li, her guesthouse was built in traditional Naxi style. Dinner was served on tables set outside the kitchen with a view of Yulong Mountains over the roof top. Mrs. Li showed us photographs of the mountains taken on a clear day – it was awesome. However, we had to settle for a moody one hiding mostly behind the clouds.Day 2 – Arriving at Half Way PointIt was drizzling on and off. Visibility was not good. We found out from the Australian that the lower trail/road was closed due to a major land slide. And the river crossing at Walnut Grove was in-operable. All hikers had to leave the Gorge by backtracking to Qiaotou or by heading over to Daju. We opted for Daju.The trail between Naxi Family and Tea Horse Guesthouse was said to be the toughest because of the “24 bends” switchbacks. With a good night rest, the switchback was not that difficult. We made it to Tea Horse just in time for lunch. It had an outdoor dinning terrace with superb view even on a cloudy day. There we met a couple coming from Daju who confirmed the road closure.Once we passed Tea Horse, the trail to Halfway Guesthouse was easy and scenic. We were the first to arrive on that day and we got one of their best rooms with a mystical view over the gorge (see pic.). Even though the weather was not cooperating, we were absolutely enjoying ourselves hopping from one mountain lodge to another. We checked out what was fresh in the kitchen and ordered supper early since this was quite a popular half way stop for trekkers. Sure enough, people started pouring in all through the evening and into the night.Day 3 – Returning Through DajuIt was raining and the trail was slippery. We decided to cancel our side trip to the Mid Tiger Leaping Stone (which would require two additional hours), instead we took our time walking over to Daju.As it turned out, we didn’t have to hike all the way to Daju. We hitched a ride with 4 young Chinese travelers in their hired “wagon” truck. We crossed the river just before Daju around 2 pm and hooked up with another mini van to take us back to Lijiang. We made several stops along the way including one at Maoniuping (Yak Meadow) cable car, taking us up the northern part of the Yulong Mountain Scenic Area. But of course, the view was pretty much wiped out by rain clouds. However, the cable car ride was fun – it felt like riding in the clouds (see pic.). We finally made it back to Lijiang at 8 pm. Close
Written by MythMin on 07 Apr, 2005
Kun Ming is the provincial centre of the Yunnan province and is known for its interesting 2,400-year-old history, tourist attractions, gourmet food, and locally produced souvenirs such as ivory and wood carvings. It is a beautiful and busy city that is growing in population and…Read More
Kun Ming is the provincial centre of the Yunnan province and is known for its interesting 2,400-year-old history, tourist attractions, gourmet food, and locally produced souvenirs such as ivory and wood carvings. It is a beautiful and busy city that is growing in population and in size.
Early in the morning on our arrival at Kun Ming, my friends and I headed out to the Golden Temple, the largest copper temple in China. The place is also historical to the origins of Taoism as it is located on Feng Ming Hill, which is the home of the Taoist Tai He Palace (Hall of Supreme Harmony). The golden temple is also situated on top of a hill, and we had to climb up hundreds of steps to get to the top. There is also a cable car ride that brings tourists up to the temple, but we decided to take a more challenging option, walking. We figured that we could experience more things making our way up to the temple ourselves.
Upon arrival at the Golden Temple, we bought joss sticks to do some praying. At the entrance of the temple is a huge cauldron filled with water. In the middle of this cauldron is an open-mouthed fish. All of us took turns trying to toss the coin into the fish's mouth, as it is said to bring good luck to those that are lucky enough to get it in. After trying for a seriously long time, all of us managed to get at least one coin into the opened mouth!
We walked around the hill admiring the unique structures of the various temples, reading the histories of calligraphies, pictures and drawings, and enjoying the scents of the flowers surrounding the place. There are also tiny bronzed temples and a bell tower in the vicinity. I even managed to get a ride on a camel!
Our next stop was at the World Horti-Expo Garden. This famous 1999 International Horticultural Exhibition helped enhance the reputation of Kun Ming world wide. The International Outdoor Exhibition Garden displays many different multi-coloured flowers. It is breathtakingly beautiful, decorated into various shapes like clocks and ships. The colourful flowers looks so lovely, all arranged prettily into neat rows. While walking around, we came upon a platform full of doves, which were so friendly they flew and perched on my head, shoulders and arms. It was really freaky and ticklish at first, but I got used to it and it was fun! We then headed to the China Hall to look at the beautiful sculptures, drawings, murals and pictures donated to the expo by all the provinces in China.
The most interesting part of the expo is the 'Outdoor Exhibition Area of China'. The exhibition is a collection of all the famous places all over China. It is something like a mini-China, where famous temples and structures are built in resemblance to the actual thing. I felt like I was touring the whole of China in a day!
That night, there was a performance in the presentation arena at the expo. The dancing and costumes of the performers were beautiful and shimmering and the performance was scintillating. The dancing was actually a story of one of the famous chinese folk tales. Further on into the performance was a water movie display. It was dark when we left the presentation arena, and we walked along the colourful gardens, brightly lit by the lamps along the way towards the exit.
The next day, we visited the Yunnan Nationalities Villages. Our first stop was at the Dai Nationality Village. We experienced the dances and marriage customs of the tribe during a small performance in the house of the Dai tribe. We even tried on a Dai dress. Our next stop was at the Tibetan village, followed by the Jingpo village, the DeAng village, the Yi village and the Hani village. Most of the villages consist of houses, traditional items and building structures unique to the various tribes.
After that, we arrived at the Nationalities United Square, where the multi-colour music fountain was. There was an elephant ride at the square, so I dressed up in a Yi tribe dress and got on the elephant for some pictures. We then continued walking around the area, visiting all the villages of various tribes from all around the Yunnan province, the Mosuo family village, the Na Xi village, the La Hu village, the ZhuangZu village, the Bai village, the Ji Nuo village, the Wa village, and the Bu Lang village. It was fun walking around the many different villages, each having a theme and a tradition of their own.
Written by MythMin on 06 Apr, 2005
The charming town of DaLi is located approximately 390km southwest of Kun Ming, the capital city of Yunnan. Though it is a rather small city, DaLi constitutes one of the major places of historic interest and scenic beauty, not only of the Yunnan province, but…Read More
The charming town of DaLi is located approximately 390km southwest of Kun Ming, the capital city of Yunnan. Though it is a rather small city, DaLi constitutes one of the major places of historic interest and scenic beauty, not only of the Yunnan province, but also of China. The Bai ethnic group is the majority tribe in this region.
My friends and I arrived in DaLi at night and checked into the JiaoLu Hotel for the night. In the morning, we made our way to 'Er Hai' Lake, one of the seven freshwater lakes in China. From there we boarded a ferry that took us around the entire lake. In direct translation, 'Er Hai' Lake means the 'Ear Lake'. It is named in such a way because the lake is shaped exactly like an ear. On board the ferry, we just sat on the deck to enjoy the view and the cool breeze. After a while, we headed down into a small hall in the ferry, where we were entertained with singing and dancing presentations. We were also treated to the Bai tribe's legendary three cups of tea.
The ferry's first stop was at the 'Pu Tuo' Temple. There is nothing much on the island except a really old temple, and many vendors shouting about, promoting their goods. We were given only 15 minutes to walk around this small island.
The next stop was at the 'Nan Zhao' Folk Island, for about 45 minutes. We came across the Statue of Mother Shayi upon disembarking the ferry. Apparently, Mother Shayi was a fisherwoman. One day, she came across a piece of log, which was actually an incarnated dragon. Upon touching the log, she became pregnant with ten sons. The ten sons is said to be the ancestors of the various tribes in DaLi. We walked around the island enjoying the view of the sea from the hills. Right on top of the hill is a large statue of the Avalokitesvana of Acarya, or Guan Yin Acarya, the mascot of the Yunnan province. Behind the statue are many wall carvings, depicting the stories of ancient times. By the time we came down from the hill, the ferry hon had sounded, and we instantly boarded the ferry.
We had lunch upon disembarking the ferry. After that, we headed on to the Butterfly Spring Park. In between late spring and early summer, hundred of butterflies gather around a small pond in the park, known as the Butterfly Spring. The original name is the Bottomless Pool. During this period, many people gather here, singing love songs to one another. The story of the butterfly spring is of two lovers, torn apart by their parents due to the differences in their family status. The fear of losing each other was so great that these two lovers commited suicide, and because of their strong love, it is believed that the gods turned them both into butterflies so that they can fly free together forever. Outside the Butterfly Spring Park were small stalls selling unique stones that can only be found in the DaLi region, so I bought a few to bring home as souveniors.
Our third stop was at the 'San Ta', or the Three Pagodas of ChongSheng Temple. This three pagodas are a major national treasure that is under preservation by the China government. The main pagoda has 14 stories, while the other two stands at 10 stories high. They are solid and elegant, and coated with white mud. Every story of the pagoda is carved with a shrine, Buddha statue and lotus flowers, while at the highest story of the pagoda, three bronze gourds are placed. The three pagodas, Jianji bell, Rain copper Guan Yin statue, the three sage statues and the Buddha capital board are the five important relics of the ChongSheng Temple. The temple was destroyed throughout the years by earthquakes, while the pagodas magically still stand. One of the pagodas is actually slanting!
Our last stop in DaLi was at the DaLi Old City. The city is guarded by walls, and has hundreds of shops all along the main street. My friends and I walked along the pavement, while looking inquisitively into the various shops and buying all kinds of snacks we could get our hands on. The roadside vendors were selling candies, meat sticks, potato crisps, pancakes and nuts. We had a share of everything! By the time it was time to leave, we were stuffed!
DaLi is truly a one-of-a-kind city. Tourists who visit this historic city will discover an amazing world of brightly colored costumes, ethnic architecture, historic places, and gourmet food.
Written by uncoding on 08 May, 2002
The Songzanlin Monastery is located in a large town near the Tibetan border, four hours north, through pleasantly winding roads, from Lijiang. When the vibe of the ancient city begins to fade, and the Naxi musicians, the peasants carrying yokes of eggs along the…Read More
The Songzanlin Monastery is located in a large town near the Tibetan border, four hours north, through pleasantly winding roads, from Lijiang. When the vibe of the ancient city begins to fade, and the Naxi musicians, the peasants carrying yokes of eggs along the cobblestone and the lanterns glowing over the rushing streams seem like everyday neighborhood sights, that is a good time to head for this satisfying destination in Zhongdian. Most of the scenery along the way is 'Good' to 'Very Good.' The river runs along the narrow road most of the way, but I can't say you see much of Tiger Leaping Gorge, which is about halfway. On my journey I arrived in Zhongdian at dusk, but with enough time to rent a bike and ride around the streets. Forgetting the new altitude and not wearing gloves I got lightheaded and my face and hands reddened and the bike several times slipped on sheets of ice. Zhongdian is an austere town with large buildings on wide boulevards that yield to craggy dirt roads that would be better ridden upon by mountain bikes. Nonetheless, I rode as fast as I could. While looking for an official tomb mentioned in my guidebook, I turned into the only landscaped lane where a line of trees beckoned those of us seeking tourist sights. In this case it was just me, myself and I, but that was enough to raise alarums. As I pedaled in, an officer raced from his post behind the trees and the two guards raised their muskets as if I were approaching their covered wagon. Shocked, I smiled. Having just toured the Land of Smiles, it turned out I smiled the biggest smile I've ever smiled in such cold weather and thus delayed being fired upon long enough to do a wide Pee Wee Herman turn away. Then I turned back and gestured in, thinking it might be a sight to see, just the wrong entrance. The officer shook his head, definitively, and gestured away. I shrugged, as they held their muskets high, and tried to make myself look lost so they wouldn't shoot. They just chuckled as I rode off on the old Chinese bike. After two weeks in China that was the only incident with soldiers, of the many encounters I expected that, in the end, never happened. China is a nice place these days, at least so many thousand miles from Beijing. Soon, after failing to see any sights in what I called This Nevada Town, I found myself warming my hands with a Tibetan girl and drinking a tall Dali beer. The next day I took the public bus to Songkanlin, and went back 323 years in history as I walked up the steps of this monastery, which mildly resembles Potala Palace in Lhasa- it could be the shadow monastery, as in the shadow government of Tibet, in northwestern Yunnan. All the monks were friendly. In the midst of a deep chant, one monk gestured 'no camera,' as I raised my Canon to his closed eyes. Then I took photos in other rooms where ancient signs indicated flashes were 'Okay.' The monastery was being restored, or added upon, to make it look more grand, I believe, so when Tibet opens and this town booms, there will be a suitable landmark defining the place. As it was, it seemed like a ghost town in the badlands of South Dakota that had been reinhabited by the real thing: monks from the autonomous region. After buying a ticket for about three dollars, room to creaky room I went, inspecting the portraits of the lamas and golden idols, even the restroom. The toilets looked like funeral boats imported from Tana Toraja, Indonesia. Then I came upon children in red robes, reading from Sanscrit tablets on a balcony and I climbed up, uninvited. Smiling at the sight of me, the kids waved and so I ducked under the eaves, where meats were hung and drying. Just like western children, these young monks idled upon my interruption of their prayer practice, then scrambled and went back to chanting when the elder monk arrived. He came to preside over them and to sniff his powder. After recovering from a wasabi-style high, the elder monk gestured at my knit hat and Northface gloves and then to the sun. Aren't you hot? he seemed to ask. I shook my head. They all sat in red robes, with worn leather shoes. When he offered powder, I declined. Then he sniffed more vigorously than before and grew quiet. The children refused more pictures as they chanted and the elder monk soon waved off more photos and things got quiet, as they were before I arrived, and so I soon said 'Bye Bye' and wandered off behind the monastery. On the dirt trail I came across locals who could have been out of The Seventh Seal, by Bergman. Huddled together, with gold glints coming from their hats, they appeared to be discussing magic recipes or the fading designs of their Sanscrit tattoos, rather than any itinerary for seeing most of the region in just a few days, as I was doing. Shy, or suspicious, they didn't wave when I waved to them and I passed, turning back several times to see if I had really seen them. The mountains around the monastery this January were dry and green gray, a bit like off-season views of the mountains in northern California. Pigs and horses roamed the nearby hills, and some crossed my path as I climbed to a cluster of prayer flags where I could listen to the morning gong, a young monk was hitting on the roof of the monastery. When I headed back down, the bugles were sounding and monks were sitting on either side of the bugler, some clashing cymbals, other dancing, while yet another spoke on a cell phone. After warming in the sound of the bugle and in the sun I went back to the bus. Back in town at noon, I decided to leave right away since I had no time to head further into the mountains and had not yet visited Dali, south of Lijiang. My last adventure in Zhongdian occurred in the restroom at the bus station, after poking with a machete at sections of dog meat in the market. As I let down my pack in the restroom, I heard a small voice object and saw a girl squatting over the trough in the floor. I backed off saying 'Thank you' in Mandarin, not knowing how to apologize, then headed up the stairs. I'm sure the wall had a character for 'Man' on it, that I would now recognize after studying the writing system for several couple months- and a man I did see at the top of the stairs, a Viking of a man, a huge silhouette in the light of the hole-in-the-wall window. He wore a long leather coat and smiled a semi-toothed smile, taking me back a few thousand years. I thought, this would be a welcome surprise if this meeting was not in the bus station restroom. A few tentative minutes later, when he was long gone down the stairs, I squatted over the foul-smelling trough, expecting to be revisited by the Viking or by the girl seeking revenge with a Kung Fu kick. Neither appeared when I had my pants down and my backpack shoved by the window. Nor did toilet paper appear and so my activity during my ride through the 'Very Good' scenery was muted; I focused inward, almost meditating, while the sun burned my arm and my nearly frostbitten hands.
Written by uncoding on 07 May, 2002
From the airport outside Lijiang, I took a shuttle bus to a hotel in the new city, the Hua Ma Guo Hotel, which features a classic Chinese courtyard with ideograms painted on stone. My two Beijing friends bargained the price down from $35…Read More
From the airport outside Lijiang, I took a shuttle bus to a hotel in the new city, the Hua Ma Guo Hotel, which features a classic Chinese courtyard with ideograms painted on stone. My two Beijing friends bargained the price down from $35 to $10 per night. What a bargain. In the room silk curtains shut out the light and in the shower the waters of Southwest China flowed fast onto my back. That evening I went to the Old City. To arrive at night with the streams rushing and the lanterns ablaze is enchanting; the best comparison is to the medieval city of Siena, Italy. Every corner turned offered an exotic angle of this city that has a perfect balance of cafes, Naxi music concert halls, temples, and cobblestone lanes. The Naxi orchestra is especially a sight, as all the musicians dress up as the lead in flashy costumes. Make sure to buy tickets during the day for this concert which takes place on the wide lane near the main entrance.This World Heritage city is small, but you can get lost in it as you head down lanes you might have thought had disappeared with the Ming Dynasty. Lijiang is the way Chinese cities should be, preserved, and featuring the best of what was created in the last 8000 years. Warning: hold your nose in the ancient restrooms as there are no flushers and many urgent patrons. Getting there is easy. Lijiang is just eight hours by bus, or just over an hour by plane, from Kunming in Yunnan Province.
The winter is a good time to visit since it doesn't get that cold in Lijiang. To sit around the coals drinking chrysanthemum tea with the Naxi girls is fun, though they speak little English, and to see your breath fog among the gray cobblestones is a memorable experience. In the spring it must be nice with the flowers blooming, but the city may be less enchanting with the hordes of tourists in the high season of summer.
Taking a private taxi up the mountain to ride the gondola to Yak meadow is recommended for you can stop at Baishe where the Naxi women will dance to a boombox and take pictures with you. Also, you can see the frescoes almost destroyed by the Red Guards. Once up the mountain you can choose to stay and enjoy the yak meat satay on top and sunbathe with your parka open, or else take the gondola back fast before the afternoon winds become a source of terror for the meek. A taxi allows flexibility for this trip. On the way down you may ride the yaks across a waterfall, a highlight of my trip, especially after one yak stumbled and almost sent my friend down a level. Seeing the huge yak regain his footing was a sight to behold. Again, when you go to Lijiang take a taxi up the mountain and a yak across the waterfall. A bike ride to Baishe to see the frescoes damaged by the Red Guards is recommended, too. Remember to carry water as the trip at the high altitude may lead to dehydration. Close
Written by jurgen on 13 Sep, 2000
On Juli 25 there was a big festival all over town in Lijiang. There are big and small fires in the streets and squares of the town with people dancing around the fire and jumping over it. This has something to do with an old…Read More
On Juli 25 there was a big festival all over town in Lijiang. There are big and small fires in the streets and squares of the town with people dancing around the fire and jumping over it. This has something to do with an old myth about a naxi king who burned his wife.. but i was never told the whole story (or i drank too much ricewine). In the central square a big tree is burning and it's very crowded there. The smaller streets are more fun because they have private fires and people really like you to join their fire. I've been told that they have this festival in Dali too.
Written by jurgen on 12 Sep, 2000
We rented a bicicle at one of the many rentals in the center of Lijiang and started a daystrip through the valley north of Lijiang. We went north until we reached the road to the little village of Baisha. We parked our car next to…Read More
We rented a bicicle at one of the many rentals in the center of Lijiang and started a daystrip through the valley north of Lijiang. We went north until we reached the road to the little village of Baisha. We parked our car next to a tree near the local marketplace. Soon two Chinese guys showed up. It appeared that we had to pay for this parkingplace. This was really ridiculous, so we moved our bike 5 meters and hoped nothing would happen to them. The two guys were very angry. We walked over to the little market and visited the little museum. It appeared that this village used to be the capital of the Naxi kingdom. After leaving the museum we walked through the village. After a while a strange man came running out of his house and invited us to come in. So we did. It was doctor Ho. According to himself he can cure almost any disease with his herbmixtures. After buying a bag of his herbtea we returned to our bicycles. We then left the village and moved in the direction of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain a 5500m at its highest peak. In the few days we were in Lijiang we never had the chance to see the top, it was always covered in clouds. After a while we got to a tiny village (don't know the name). On the townsquare we rested for a while and had some water. In a few moments it was very crowded there. All the locals wanted to see the strange westerners and feel the hairs on our arms. Afterwards we moved on again until we reached the little Yufeng monastary. Two monks lived here and they thought us how to play Chinese chess. The monastary itself looks very nice. After finishing our game we returned to Lijiang. Close
LiJiang is a beautiful ancient town in the northwest part of Yunnan. The majority of people who live in LiJiang are from the NaXi tribe. The NaXi people have made priceless contributions to the world culture, like NaXi (Dong Ba) scripts, the only living pictograph…Read More
LiJiang is a beautiful ancient town in the northwest part of Yunnan. The majority of people who live in LiJiang are from the NaXi tribe. The NaXi people have made priceless contributions to the world culture, like NaXi (Dong Ba) scripts, the only living pictograph of the world and NaXi ancient music that was almost lost. In this tribe, women are the more dominant gender. They are the ones that lead the household and choose their own husbands. Men in the NaXi tribe should be fat and smoke, as these traits are considered stylish and manly. The NaXi tribe men who are thin and avoid cigarettes often end up without a wife!
Upon our arrival at LiJiang, my group of friends and I checked into our budget hotel, LuYun Hotel, which is just a walk from the famous Ancient Dayan Town. After taking a short rest, we headed over to this popular tourist destination. The Ancient Dayan Town is actually an old Chinese town that is now preserved and promoted as a tourist attraction. The town is filled with tiny shops along the way, with folks selling crafts, cloth, accessories, and food. The walls in the town have paint peeling off, and the roofs are fading in color due to old age. The cobbled pavement of the town is slippery and uneven from the years of trampling by its villagers and visitors. A small stream flows through the town, from which the folks who once lived here got their water. It is seldom used now to preserve its cleanliness. Due to the olden day’s atmosphere that this small town portrays, many directors use the town as a backdrop for their movies. During my short visit here, I managed to witness a short take of a Chinese movie in the making.
Another popular destination in LiJiang is the Black Dragon Pool, or Hei Long Tang. We took a long walk around the lake, passing waterfalls, a pond that emits bubbles when you shout, and tombstones of those who died in the war. We walked across the WuTong Bridge and DeYue Building, a colourful building that reminded me of the building where princesses and concubines spend their time dancing and singing in old Chinese movies. Along the lake there is a temple called the Five Phoenix Temple, where we were introduced to the LiJiang way of drinking the four teas.
The next day, we headed off to the White Sand Wall Drawing (directly translated). It was raining, so we had to go around with umbrellas. This is a very old mural of Buddha painted on a wall made of white sand. Due to its age, the paint is peeling and the colours are fading. The mural is guarded in a small temple whose structure is built in such a way that it can stand earthquakes, and thus, is considered sacred.
Our next stop was at the Ten Thousand Flower Camelia and the Yu Fong temple. The Ten Thousand Flower Camelia is a very, very large tree said to be as old as its name. The tree is said to be still guarded by the person who planted it. Apparently, during spring, beautiful camelias bloom from the tree, but since it was not spring, I was not able to see this beauty. The Yu Fong Temple claims that one has to step into the temple with the left foot and out with the right foot for good luck. There is a large tree in the temple filled with yellow and white cloth thrown by visitors who visit the temple who pray for a year of good luck. My friends and I bought a humongous joss stick, which was said to bring peace, and placed it on a large pot. The joss stick is so big that it will be able to burn for 10 years! We then placed the name of all our family members in the prayer book for blessings that will be given to us as long as the joss stick burns in the temple.
After that, we headed over to the foot of the Spruce Meadow for lunch. We were to head to the top of the mountain, where the Spruce Meadow is located. We rented a large red jacket each, as the mountain was said to be freezing cold. We sat on a cable ride up to the mountain, which was just a large chair for two, with no floor, no ceiling, and no walls! And, yes, the top of the mountain was freezing! We walked along a pathway across the Spruce Meadow, which is said to be usually covered with snow, but since it was raining that day, we missed the opportunity to see it. There is a dancing platform in the middle of the meadow, and all of us joined in the fun, dancing and playing dress-up in the ethnic tribe dresses.
As we were coming down the mountain on the cable ride, from a distance we could see the White Water River, which is the last stop for us in LiJiang. The river and its surroundings were simply breathtaking, so clean and unpolluted. We all took turns bending down to touch the freezing-cold water, which is actually melted ice that flows down into the river from the mountains. I even took a water buffalo ride across the river and back. It was fun!
Touring around LiJiang was simply unforgettable. Imagine experiencing such beauty hidden in a remote place such as LiJiang...
Written by jurgen on 19 Sep, 2000
Kunming is the capital of the Yunnan province. It is a large and modern city with many glass highrise office towers. The city does not offer as many outstanding sites as you will find in Lijiang, but still it is a nice place to hang…Read More
Kunming is the capital of the Yunnan province. It is a large and modern city with many glass highrise office towers. The city does not offer as many outstanding sites as you will find in Lijiang, but still it is a nice place to hang out for a few days. The climate in Kunming is always mild, so light clothing is good throughout the year. If you need visas for Thailand, Myanmar or Laos, you can find their consulates in Kunming. Saving you the trip to Beijing. Worth a visit are the Tang Pagodas, Yuantong temple and the Kunming zoo (see my zoo-entry). From Kunming you can make daytrips to the Stone Forrest (100km), Lake Dian and some nice temples. Kunming has a lot of very fine restaurants, many even have a menu in English !! There are several western style restaurants but one should also try the local cuisine, it's great. Also worth a visit is the birdsmarket. You can buy almost anything there from chicken to parots to snakes. Close
Written by lebefroh on 02 Sep, 2001
On our last day we set off a little later.
The scenery was beautiful again and one of the highlights was "showering" in a waterfall alongside the path.
After a while we accidently left the high path and continued on the lower one. It probably would have…Read More
On our last day we set off a little later.
The scenery was beautiful again and one of the highlights was "showering" in a waterfall alongside the path.
After a while we accidently left the high path and continued on the lower one. It probably would have been nicer to stay on the high path - so watch out that you don't take a path that's leading down when you have several options.
We reached Qiaotou around midday. Unfortunately we had to wait almost five hours for a bus back to Lijiang but that could not really spoil our wonderful experience!
Altogether a trek that I can only recommend!