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2016- Back to China! (overview) – Part Two: Touring China from West to East

Chinese signTouring China after the program-

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Once the program had ended, the various teachers headed off home, or for excursions in China. Last year Marlene and I went to a variety of spots, including Lhasa and Chengdu. So we decided to spend a week on the road before she was due to return to Colorado. This took us to Dunhuang, Jiayuguang, and Xining. Then we parted company and I continued on to Xiamen, Nanjing, Dalian, Dandong, and Shenyang.

First Stop: Dunhuang 敦煌

West of Xi’an in Gansu province, at the edge of the Gobi desert, is the small oasis city of Dunhuang.

(Adapted from www.thefullwiki.org)
(Adapted from www.thefullwiki.org)

It was a wonderful place to visit. Our hotel was right in town, near a bustling night market. There was a seemingly endless number of restaurants within a short walk from our lodging. We labored over the decision of which restaurant would be best and decided on a small place with skewered meat. After our meal, two members of the staff insisted on posing for a photo with us.

Dunhuang Restaurant

Mingsha shan 鸣沙山 (Singing Sand Mountain)

Not far from town, the desert begins. Mountain-sized dunes of sand provide a stunning backdrop to the area of of a small oasis called Crescent Lake. Somehow we managed to miss the lake itself, but it was impossible to miss the mountains! There were various recreational opportunities, including tiny one-person aircraft, jeeps, etc. We chose to ride camels.

Mingsha Shan

 

Camels
Woman with face protection

A small world-

Near the base of the sand mountain there was a remarkable occurrence. I heard a voice speaking in English: “Are you Peter?” I turned around to see a young Chinese couple. The woman was “Cherry”, one of my students from the previous year’s classes in Xi’an. We were a thousand miles from Xi’an. China has a population of 1.4 billion people (that is 1,400 million to any Brits tuned in…) What are the chances of a casual encounter with someone you know? Well, it is a small world! 🙂

Cherry and Peter

Mogao Caves 莫高窟

The mountains of sand were beautiful, but I was drawn to this location after reading an article six months previously in the New York Times about the fabulous Buddhist artwork in a series of hundreds of caves near Dunhuang.

I’m sorry that I have not included any photos of the wonderful art inside the caves. Taking pictures inside was strictly prohibited, and I respected that rule.

Mogao Grottoes

Caves

Dry riverbed

Peter at Mogao caves

Jiayuguan 嘉峪关 (Jiayu Pass)

We took a train north and a bit east to Jiayuguan. Centuries ago, this was considered by the Chinese to be the furthest west point of civilization. It was a way-point on the silk road, and is the site of a surviving fortification from the Ming Dynasty (late 14th century). The fortress served as a sort of gateway through this western most extent of China’s “Great Wall.”  You can see sections of the wall running off into the distance from the fort. You also have a fantastic view of mountains. There is also a rebuilt section of the wall (the “hanging” great wall), that climbs steeply up a mountain. It includes rebuilt towers.

Jiayuguan fortress

 

Wall Heads From Fort

 

 

View of mountains from fortOverhanging Great WallXining 西宁

(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(Adapted from Wikipedia)

We traveled from Jiayuguan to Xining (in Qinghai province) on a comfortable high speed train. Once again we had a hotel near a thriving night market. Somehow I overlooked the fact that our stay at the hotel included breakfast. So the first morning we wandered off in search of some local food. We ate in a tiny “greasy spoon” and had wonderful food. In the photo I am savoring Baozi, a type of stuffed doughy bun that I had fallen in love with over many breakfasts in Xi’an. The variety in Xining included shaved carot strips inside along with meat.

Xining Breakfast
Photo by Marlene

I wanted to see two places druing our stay in Xining: The Kumbum Monastery and the Great Mosque of Xining

Kumbum Monastery སྐུ་འབུམ་བྱམས་པ་གླིང་

The Kumbum Monastery (Known in Chinese as Ta’er Si 塔尔寺) is one of the most significant religious communities of the “Yellow Hat” (Gelug) sect of Tibetan Buddhism.

Getting to the monastery was a wild adventure of its own! And the return trip was no simpler. But I will save the details for a post that will more specifically focus on our visit to Kumbum Monastery.

(Photo by Marlene)
(Photo by Marlene)

This site reminded us in many ways of our visit to temples and monasteries in Lhasa. The Tibetan architecture, holy images, feeling of spirituality, and also the hoards of visitors!

Gold roofs at Kumbum

Praying

Monk walking

Dongguan Mosque 东关清真寺

great mosque of Xining

The Dongguan mosque (sometimes called the Great Mosque of Xining) was originally built toward the end of the 14th century. It is one of the most important mosques in this part of China.

Photo by Marlene
Photo by Marlene

I made a bit of small talk with these two men within the mosque compound. They were friendly, and agreed to have their photo taken.

Not far from the mosque was a market street with a wide variety of foods and other items.

Market near mosque

Xining- Encounters with friendly people

Photo by Marlene
Photo by Marlene

So very many people in China are friendly. Strangers you encounter often greet you and are eager to help if you need any. Also, in many areas westerners are a bit of an oddity, and people often want to have their photo taken with me.

At one point during our visit to the Kumbum monastery, we encountered these two men. They asked how old I was. We exchanged a few words and many smiles. They were with some friends and wanted their photo taken with me. (So Marlene took a few photos as well!)

Onward to Xiamen city  厦门市

(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(Adapted from Wikipedia)

Hotel-wise, I hit the jackpot in Xiamen. I had a reservation and they upgraded my room at no cost to a luxurious suite which, besides having a shower, had a fabulous free standing wooden tub. And yes… I did enjoy a wonderful soak in that tub!

hotel room

Gulangyu Island 鼓浪屿

The city of Xiamen consists of an island connected to the mainland by a variety of bridges. Quite near Xiamen is a smaller island called Gulangyu. It is a popular tourist destination among the Chinese, and is an oasis of greenery and varied architectural styles. Based on the advice of a student from one of my classes, I took a morning ferry to the island. I got a ticket for a hop-on, hop-off transport and worked my way around the island.

GreeneryFerry to island

blue boats

man with carrying pole

Tulou 土楼 (earthen buildings) of Fujian

Large fortress-like buildings that housed entire clans are a typical architectural style in Fujian province, with roots dating to the 17th century. The majority are round, multi-storied structures, but there are also some rectangular examples. I arranged to participate in a bus tour from Xiamen to see these. Truly fascinating.
(Jesen, one of my students from 2015 was born in this tulou. I was interested in seeing these because of his suggestion I pay a visit to Fujian.)

Outside Tulou Man in doorwayinside tulou

Xiamen to Nanjing by Train

Although sometimes I cannot avoid traveling by air, my favorite transport is the train. From Xiamen I took a high speed train to Nanjing. The scenery was beautiful, and we passed mountains, terraced hills, the broad Qiantang river, and even the grand canal of China.

crossing a broad river

Mountains

Rice paddy

Nanjing 南京市

(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(Adapted from Wikipedia)

Nanjing (meaning southern capital) lives up to its current name, having been (under a variety of names) the seat of power for a variety of dynasties, and also the capital of the Chinese republic.

SunZhongShan  – The Sun Yat-Sen mausoleum

Sun Yat-Sen (Sun Zhongshan 孫中山) was a Chinese revolutionary who helped lead the struggle that overthrew the Chinese imperial government at the beginning of the 20th century. He can be thought of as the George Washington of the nation. He is buried in an elaborate complex on a hill in Nanjing.

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A group of school children attached themselves to me and saw a chance to practice their English. They wanted endless photos with me, so I thought it appropriate to in turn take a photo of a few of them.

School ChildrenCity Wall of Nanjing 南京城墙

Nanjing’s city wall, completed in 1386 under the Ming Dynasty, is a high defensive structure about 22 miles long. I visited it at the famous Zhonghua Gate

Ivy covered wall

Red doors

An interesting aspect of the wall’s construction was that the bricks were each marked with information about the supplier etc as a form of quality control / accountability.

Marked brick

On top of the wall

Nanjing’s Bridge over the Yangzi (Yangtze) 南京长江大桥

This double-decked bridge was completed in 1968. The upper level carries automobile/bus/motorcycle traffic, while the lower level is for trains. The project was designed and built exclusively by the Chinese and was understandably a source of great pride. In 1976 when I worked on highway bridges on Vail pass I remember a book about bridges in China and how impressed I was by this bridge.

Well, I am glad I visited it when I did. According to traveler information on the Internet, bridge traffic was shut down starting in October 2016 for a two year renovation project!

bridge over the Yangzi river

The Yangzi

Traffic in the rain

Dalian 大连市

(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(Adapted from Wikipedia)
(From Wikipedia)

From Nanjing, I flew northeast to the port city of Dalian at the southern tip of Liaoning province. Due to the city’s strategic location, Dalian was coveted by the British, Russians, and Japanese, and suffered occupations by all three of those imperial powers. About 20 miles distant from Dalian is the town of Lushun whose “sights” include the old Japanese-Russian prison, complete with torture chambers. I decided to skip that side trip!

Dalian is fairly modern with many tall buildings. As you see in the photos, the air is clean.

Dalian- modern buiildings

There are a number of beaches and boardwalks in Dalian. Lots of fun activities for families!

Amusements

the seagulls

Dandong 丹东

Dandong is a bustling and prosperous city right at the border with North Korea.

Map showing location of Dandong
(From Wikipedia)

Dandong evening skyline

North Korea (Democratic People’s Republic of Korea) 조선민주주의인민공화국 and the Yalu River 鸭绿江

Bridge to North Korea

A steel bridge crosses the Yalu river, connecting Dandong with North Korea. While I was there I saw occasional trucks lumbering slowly across the bridge from Korea.

The Yalu river as it passes by Dandong provides a historical backdrop and evokes memories and memorials related to the Korean War. An American push to take control of the entire Korean peninsula was further complicated by American general McArthur’s posturing in favor of additional broadening of the war. As American troops raced up to the Yalu river, China intervened on behalf of the North Koreans. This helps explain the riverside displays of vintage anti-aircraft weapons and this sculpture of troops facing the border with Korea.

Heroic Statue

I took a tourist boat ride that looped down then back up the river. Views included North Korean fishing boats, and rusty ships beached on the Korean bank of the river.

North Korean fishing boats

beached ship on North Korean side of the river

Tiger Mountain (Hushan) Great Wall 虎山长城

Just north of Dandong city is a restored Ming Dynasty section of the Great Wall, said by some to be the furthest east part of the wall. Although there were other tourists (Chinese) there, it was not as overrun with visitors as some sections near Beijing.

Great wall

The guide books speak of a museum at the other side of the mountain, but I cannot vouch for that. The day was extremely hot, and I was dripping sweat. At a certain point, the wall runs right into the mountain, and you continue to the other side by climbing steep stairs. I went far enough up those stairs to reach a spot where a young woman had collapsed from the exertion. I realized I had reached my limit, and after a short rest, returned to the starting point!

Steep section

view of wall

Shenyang 沈阳市

Another train ride through lovely landscape took me from Dandong to Shenyang, the provincial capital. It is a large industrial city of over six million inhabitants. Shenyang is also full of history.

(From Wikipedia)
(From Wikipedia)

Streets of Shenyang

The broad “Zhong Zie” pedestrian street in the middle of town:

Pedestrian Street

A side street with bright neon signs offers a variety of foods.

Eats on the street

Near the Korean section of town I encountered a small street with a variety of foodstuffs, including this stand where the process of grinding dried red chili peppers was in progress.

Spicy

Mukden Palace 盛京宫殿

This part of China was the home turf of the Manchu people who took control of the rest of the country as the Qing (Ching) dynasty. The ancient name of the city is “Mukden”, and the sprawling palace of the Manchus, said to be patterned after the Forbidden City in Beijing, still bears the old name of the city.

Mukden palace entry

Palace complex

Generally the genuine Manchu nobility did not wear sneakers.

Tourist dress-up pose

A palace building

Beiling Park 北陵

At the northern edge of Shenyang is a lovely park that also includes the tomb of the second Manchu emperor. The park itself is tranquil and full of townspeople relaxing- families, couples strolling… and… your occasional western tourist!

Entrance to Beiling Park

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Goddess among the water lilies

China- I hope to return very soon! 中国 – 我会回来的!

After Shenyang, I returned to Xi’an where I reclaimed bags I had left at the hotel. The next day it was off to the airport and a flight back to San Francisco, and then Denver.

I had a lovely time in China. The energy and excitement of the students at the university was gratifying, the landscapes were awe-inspiring, and the people genuinely friendly. To that mix throw in historical sites from one of the oldest civilizations on Earth.

I look forward to a chance to return. Maybe 2017?

I shall return

2016- Back to China! – Part One: Xi’an (overview)

Xi’an 西安 and the Summer English program at Xi’an Jiaotong University

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This year (2016), I once again went to China!

Xi'an Map

The “Summer English” program was well received last year, and Xi’an Jiaotong University decided to repeat it.

Back in China I was happy to see wonderful people I had met the previous year. This included a number of fellow teachers from 2015 as well as my friend and colleague Shirley, classroom support assistants Laura and Ruby and some students including Asteria, Sure, Gavin, and Jesen.

In the city of Xi’an, I stayed at the (very comfortable) Citadines Hotel again. Here was the view from my hotel window:

View from hotel room

The “Drum Tower” in the old city center:
The Drum Tower - Xi'an

There were a few program adjustments from the previous year, and this time we had twice as many teachers- “Guest Speakers”. Most of us were from the United States, but our ranks were supplemented by some from other “English-speaking” countries. This year, our classroom helpers were Chinese students with English majors. The following photo was the official program staff photo taken by the University:

2016 English Program Teaching Staff

The students were great to work with, and they seemed to genuinely enjoy the classes. The summer program focused on listening and speaking skills. The format of the classes was very different than English classes taught by Chinese professors. We deliberately made the classes very interactive. A student written article (linked here) that appeared in an online school publication did a good job of explaining the difference. From a student’s perspective, the normal model was “You are teaching, we are listening.” In our summer program, this was replaced by a model where “We are communicating”.

Peter teaching In my classes, I outline “rules” meant to encourage students to take risks, and learn by doing. One of my rules, “Mistakes are OK” was quoted in the student article. Mistakes are an important part of the language learning process! But the concept was a huge break from the Chinese norm.

Morning class
Weekend excursions

This year, the university again offered Saturday excursions to the major sites near Xi’an to teachers in the program. As a returning teacher, I had already been to the chosen locations. So, along with some other teachers, we created our own week-end getaways.

Night train to Luoyang 洛阳

For our first weekend’s excursion we decided to go to the Longmen Grottos and Shaolin Temple. The trip started with a night-train ride from Xi’an to the city of Luoyang.

Taking the night train to Luoyang

Four of us crammed into a sleeper compartment and from our midnight departure until our mid-morning arrival we dozed on the bunks.

The sleeper car
Photo by Alexandria

Another train at Louyang station

In Louyang we eventually found a tour bus that would take us to our two selected destinations. As the bus raced around mountain curves and through small settlements, we passed all sorts of other vehicles

View from bus

The Shaolin Temple/Monastery  (少林寺) is famous as the home of noble, selfless monks who used kung-fu skills to protect the populace from bandits, thugs, and repressive warlords. In recent years the site has become a major tourist draw, and it has taken on a bit of a theme park atmosphere. But it was still interesting.

Statue at entrance to Shaolin temple

Shaolin students

Child KungFu statue

Shaolin Temple buildings

This fierce, colorful statue at Shaolin is one of the “Temple Guardians”.
Statue of temple guardian

Our other destination were the “Longmen Grottos” (龙门石窟). This site is famed for its Buddhist artwork consisting of thousands of carvings and statues, ranging from tiny to huge. Alexandria, from our group, had studied the site during her graduate program. It was fascinating, and we really could have spent an entire day there.

Longmen grottos

Pingyao 平遥

The next weekend spawned several trips to different destinations. Along with my colleagues Megan and Marlene, I opted for an overnight stay in the beautiful, ancient, walled city of Pingyao. One notable thing about this city is that within the city walls, the traditional architecture has been conserved. (Quite a contrast to Xi’an where “within the walls,” tall modern buildings compete for space with historical structures.

In Pingyao, even our hotel was in a lovely building- The compound reminded me of scenes from the famous movie “Raise the Red Lantern”, which was filmed near Pingyao.

Pingyao hotel courtyard

Hotel Bed

Scenes from Pingyao
street-side restaurant in Pingyao

Pingyao alley
Pingyao- "West Street"
Pingyao- dragon roof detail One of my students had recommended taking a morning walk outside the city walls. So bright and early Megan, Marlene, and I worked our way through quiet streets to the West Gate. Passing through the wall, we encountered a lot of activity.

Morning walk outside the walls

People were jogging, or walking, or just slowly strolling. As we headed counter-clockwise along the wall, there were more and more people. In the extended area outside the South Gate, individual activities had coalesced into various forms of exercise by about a dozen different groups. There was a tai-chi group, a marching group, others danced with swords or large red fans, some danced. It was fascinating.

Tai Chi

 

The dance walk

 

 

 

After watching for a while, we headed back into the walled city, where street vendors had begun to spread out their goods.

Street Vendors: Vegetables

 

Huashan  华山

The following weekend, under Megan’s leadership, a group of about a dozen of us took the train to visit Huashan. This sacred peak is one of the “five great mountains” of China. Apart from its history as a religious retreat, it has gained a reputation among adventurers for a harrowing path along narrow hanging planks. Huashan can be enjoyed in many different ways. Some in our group were there for the daredevil trail. I was there to enjoy the mountain in a tame, peaceful way. We all began by a long, breathtaking ascent by cable car to the “West Peak”.

Cable car up Huashan

Huashan view

Tourists on Huashan

Huashan panarama

 

Mountain Tree Flower

“Culture Night”

Before leaving Xi’an, we were treated to the 2016 edition of “culture night” at our hotel, with music, demonstrations of folk art, calligraphy, etc.

In the photo you can see a woman playing the Guzheng (古箏) a sort of Chinese harp that originated about 2,500 years ago!

Guzheng

 

Farewell Xi’an

Before I left Xi’an, My friend Shirley (Xie Liqun) and her husband invited me to a nice restaurant for dinner. Wonderful food, wonderful conversation, and wonderful company.Dinner

 

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Anniversary Tour – December 2015

 

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To celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary, we decided on a nice, long train trip. For us, time on the train itself is always one of the most enjoyable aspects of a trip.

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To spoil ourselves we arranged to have rooms (not the more spartan “roomettes”) on sleeper cars.

Route-Map

 

 

 

Our trip was a loop encompassing Western and Midwestern parts of the United States. This map shows the territory covered.

2014PicOfUnionStationDenver to San Francisco

The morning of Wednesday, December 9th we headed to Denver’s remodeled Union Station to board the westbound “California Zephyr” train, midway in its journey from Chicago to Emeryville California.

First-Leg

 

We have taken the Zephyr from Denver to California several times. In my opinion it is the most scenic of Amtraks remaining long distance routes.

Converging-Rails

After leaving Denver, it slowly works its way up the foothills, passing within sight of Eldorado Canyon, where we took Kaden hiking a few months ago. We began to see snow as we approached the 10 km (6.2 miles) Moffat tunnel which runs under the Continental Divide. Mountains seen from Winter ParkOnce we passed through the west end of the tunnel, nearing Winter Park, more snow was present.

Woods and mountains

 

 

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After the town of Granby, the train begins to curve along, following the Colorado River.

Highway scene

 

 

The rail line passes through a number of lovely canyons.

(A note to my friends in Spain and China- This is  the same river that flows through the incredible “Grand Canyon”. But that natural wonder almost 1,000 km downstream, in the state of Arizona.)

One Interstate 70 01of the most picturesque rail stretches in Colorado is where the Zephyr passes through Glenwood Canyon. As it hugs the canyon wall, it provides a nice view of a section of Interstate OneThreadsOneAround70 known as the “crown jewel of the Interstate system”. (I gave a talk about this project to a group of engineering students at Xi’an Jiaotong University in July. A 2004 arIceDripsticle that outlines the importance of the project was pubished in “Public Roads” and can be viewed online by following this link: Glenwood Canyon Highway

 

 

GlenwoodSpringsStationAfter passing through Glenwood Canyon we reached the station at Glenwood Springs, home of the famous themal pool.

Evening followed afternoon, and it was close to dark by the time we went through Ruby Canyon near the Colorado-Utah border. The rock formations there were fascinating. One day we will have to go back and explore that area more.

The train passes through Salt Lake City in the night, and Winnemucca, Nevada before dawn. The latter towRhondaDozingOnZephyrn was important for its role during the construction of the intercontinental railway. Chinese immigrants who had worked on that project had their own section of town, and were visited by Dr. Sun Yat-Sen in 1911 as he toured the United States raising support for the overthrow of the Chinese imperial system.

UP locomotives resting nearby
UP locomotives resting nearby

The train was passing though mile after mile of Nevada’s barren desolation when we awoke and headed to the dining car for breakfast.

Arrival at the station in the gambling city of Reno is an indicator that soon we will leave Nevada behind and enter California. Here volunteers from the railroad museum in Sacramento board the train and provide historical narration in the sightseeing car attached next to the dining car.

RainInTruckeeThe train begins to follow the Truckee River upstream and we enter the forests of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It is raining as we pass through the little town of Truckee. The old sawmill kiln that was always a landmark for me is now nothing more than a collapsed relic covered with graffiti.

We begin the climb up to Donner Pass. This is rugged country. Before the railroad, settlers had to laboriously travel by horse and wagon to reach the eastern side of the mountains. In places they even had to disassemble wagons and lower them piece by piece down steep ravines.

TreesSnowCloudsDonnerPassIn the winter of 1846-7 the “Donner Party” of 81 emigrants were stopped by bad weather and camped on the east side  of the mountains, waiting for springtime. Of the group only 45 survived, some resorting to cannibalism.

Having crossed Donner Pass the train begins its descent toward Sacramento passing through heavily forested hills above the American River.

San Francisco

Sacramento, Davis, Martinez, and then Richmond pass by. Finally we reach Emeryville, the end of the line. We boarded an uncomfortable and overcrowded bus provided by Amtrak. There was no place for luggage, and everyone squeezed on with suitcases on seats or in laps. The bus took us through heavy traffic across the bay into San Francisco where it dropped us off at Fisherman’s Wharf. We walked to our hotel which quite appropriately was called “The Zephyr”.

It was dark by the time we stowed our bags, and there was a light drizzle. We meandered to Pier 39. Ignoring all the shops selling cheap and expensive trinkets, we sat down and ate fish and chips. Seagulls kept sneaking through the door and we had to chase them off our table.

AtDiner02 For dessert we went to a Johnny Rocket restaurant that, unlike the one in Denver, was configured like a classic diner. A milkshake for Rhonda and chocolate malt for me!

It began to rain harder, and we ducked into a store to buy cheap umbrellas. Like a couple of crazy youngsters we dodged raindrops and made our way to the corner of Taylor and Bay streets where we hopped on a cable car.

This form of transportation has become one of the classic symbols of San Francisco and its steep hills. The concept is a bit crazy. A humming series of steel cables are constantly in motion under the street. The driver of the cable car works a series of great levers with which the hidden cable can be grabbed or released to control the car’s movement. Clutching the cables, the vehicle lumbers up and down steep inclines. Read more details about this at: How Cable Cars Work.

It was a wild and wet ride in what had become heavy rain. When we reached the end of the line at Market and Powell, we huddled under an awning until the car was ready for the return trip toward our hotel. Loads of fun!

Once a topless club, Big Als is now a cigar shop.
San Francisco landmark on the other side of the street: Once a topless club, Big Al’s is now a cigar shop.

The next morning we ate a delicious, extremely overpriced breakfast at an iHop near the hotel, and then made our way on foot toward the corner of Columbus Avenue and Broadway on a pilgrimage to City Lights Bookstore.

(Photo from Wikipedia)
(Photo from Wikipedia)

Across the street from the faded and derelict remains of the seedy side of San Francisco, City Lights is a beacon of literature and free thought. The store was founded in 1953 by the poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti and its fame includes ties to “Beat” poets and authors including (besides Ferlinghetti himself) Alan Ginsburg and Jack Kerouac.

City Lights
Inside City Lights Bookstore

We spent a few hours browsing the stacks considering the depth of thought represented by the volumes available there. In the end we realized that we couldn’t carry it all back home with us. So I bought a copy of Patti Smith’s “Just Kids”, and we moved on.

 

 

ChinatownGatewayToChinatown

I have been a regular visitor to San Francisco since about 1978. I used to go striding around town, riding every possible form of public transportation, taking photos, and talking to people. San Francisco is a town of wonderful variation, with a neighborhood for everything. Chinatown was a favorite destination of mine. I have fond memories of a shopkeeper there teaching me how to play Chinese Chess (not that I remember now!), just because I kept asking questions. I didn’t even buy a set from him!

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Chinatown is more than a tourist destination- it is a vibrant neighborhood / community. 33% of San Francisco’s population is Asian, and Chinatown represents its historical base. Some say Chinatown is the largest Chinese community outside Asia!

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FongSengCo

 

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“Spicy King” Szechuan (Sichuan) Restaurant on Waverly Place

Just a bit uphill from the main (tourist) commercial street, we found this restaurant.SzechuanCuisineSpicyKing04

Potstickers (Fried dumpling)
Pot stickers (Fried dumplings)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our selection: “Chicken with Explosive Chili Pepper”
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Look at how many peppers went into the seasoning of the plate!

 

We were glad we found this place!

(Any chance they could open a sister restaurant in Denver??)

 

After eating we continued our explorations.

AMarket

 

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Post Office
Post Office

 

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Eventually it was time to head back toward our hotel.SidewalkPlaque

San Francisco is a wonderful mix of distinct communities and ethnic enclaves Leaving Chinatown we stopped for an espresso in North Beach- SF’s “Little Italy”.

 

 

The Golden Gate Bridge and Muir Woods

RhondaAtGoldenGateThe next day we picked up a rental car and headed out of the city crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge.

Thoreau wrote “In wilderness is the preservation of the world.” Not far north of the bridge, we arrived at Muir Woods National Monument. This magical area of old-growth redwood forest was named for a pioneer of the movement for environmental preservation.

RedwoodRedwoods are the tallest and largest trees in the world, some individual trees have been measured to be over 100 meters tall! Nothing gets that big overnight, and most of the redwoods in Muir Woods are said to be 500 to 800 years old, though some are thought to be over 1,000 years old.

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OK, now forget the statistics and measurements. It is beautiful, and in spite of all the other tourists, tranquil. It is inspiring. Leave your own tape measure at home. Among the trees you will feel how massive they are.

The forest was so impressive that I have dedicated a separate post here to photos from our visit.

Click HERE to see more trees!

 

South toward Los Angeles

Although we originally had thoughts of also going to Big Basin Redwoods State Park, Sequoia National Park, or even just a leisurely drive down highway 1 along the coast, we had little time, and a long drive just to reach our hotel in Santa Maria. So, leaving Muir Woods behind, we guided the rental car through the hilly madness of the streets of San Francisco and worked our way south on highway 101. After spending the night in Santa Maria we drove to Santa Barbara to drop off the rental car.

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We had a few hours before our train to Los Angeles, so we ate breakfast and then walked out on Stearns Wharf to admire the view of the ocean, seabirds, and in the distance, the Channel Islands.

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Prohibited from seeking his own food, this gull has been relegated to panhandling tourists. :)
Prohibited from seeking his own food, this gull has been relegated to panhandling tourists. 🙂

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The unmistakable silhouettes of off-shore oil rigs are visible between the coast an the islands. In 1969 a huge oil spill fouled the channel and beaches, and killed numerous seabirds and marine animals. At the time it was the worst spill in U.S. waters (although now it is number 3 behind the Exxon Valdez and Deep Water Horizon disasters).

In anticipation of any future problem, anchored close to shore floats the “Ocean Keeper”, an oil recovery vessel.OceanKeeperOilRecovery

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Map of area offshore oil rigs (from cccarto.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

We left Santa Barbara on Amtrak’s “Pacific Surfliner” headed south.

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The ride included occasional views of the coast.

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Los Angeles

It was dark by the time we reached Union Station in  L.A. We left our bags in the passenger lounge check area, and a short walk took us to the large plaza at the south end of Olvera Street. A small band on a stage provided music as a score of couples in their 70s and 80s danced in that shuffling way old people in love do. A gentle rain did not dampen anyone’s spirit. It was so romantic and uplifting. I wanted to cry it was so sweet. After the band finished and passed the hat, we slowly worked our way down Olvera street in search of dinner. This is a pedestrian street, its center housing a series of small stalls selling a variety of hats, t-shirts, dresses, handbags, and crafts.

RomanticDinnerThe rain increased, and we had to decide fast where to eat. Clearly the best candidate eatery was a small hole in the wall restaurant bustling with activity, tables crammed close together. But, with the rain we didn’t want to wait for a table.

MoleEnchiladasSo we opted for a (pricier!) tranquil place with an available patio table next to the street, under an awning with radiant heaters above. Ahhh… it was cozy, romantic, and the food was great!

 

After a relaxed meal, umbrellas up, we headed back to the station. Our train, the Sunset Limited, left at 10:00 pm headed for New Orleans.

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Years ago this train linked the east and west coasts of the country, traveling from Los Angeles to Orlando, Florida. In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Amtrak dropped the New Orleans to Orlando segment. The train only runs three times a week.

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Los Angeles to New Orleans

The journey from California to “The Big Easy” in Louisiana covers almost 2,000 miles (3,200 Km), and involves two nights on the train. (Trains in the United States are not fast, and the maximum speed on this is only 80 mph)

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El Paso Train Station

For me the high point is the segment that almost touches the border with Mexico near El Paso, Texas. You can look out the window and look into another country, see people working, and children playing.

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New Orleans

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Night ride on the streetcar in the rain

On previous visits, we’ve stayed in the Garden District and the French Quarter. This time we chose a hotel near Lafayette Park, about 8 blocks from the train station. Our quarters were right on the St. Charles streetcar line, so it was easy to move around.

 

Walking around town

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Cornstalk Fence Hotel

 

 

 

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Andrew Jackson Hotel

 

 

 

 

 

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House on corner of Barracks and Royal

 

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RevZombiesHouseOfVoodooBased on a tip at a tourist information office, we walked to Rev. Zombie’s House of Voodoo to sign up for a tour that would include New Orleans’ famed cemetery. But going to view the collection of above-ground tombs there, the tour took us to see Congo Square near Louis Armstrong Park.

SouthernRailwayDisplaySuddenly a downpour began and we just made it into the Basin Street Visitor Center before we got drenched. (Luckily there was a shop in the building where we all bought cheap ponchos to supplement umbrellas).

The visitor center building is a bit of a cultural sleight of hand. Huge engraved lettering across the front of the building proclaim it to be the “Basin St. Station”.

SouthernRailwayModelThe main level includes a museum area embellished with models and artifacts related to the Southern Railway. There is even a mocked up re-creation of the front of a locomotive to help lead your mind to the conclusion that this was an old train station. The building has its own web site whose carefully crafted imprecision promotes the aura of authenticity. Well, the building is owned by the Valentino family and houses the headquarters and offices of the chain of five “Valentino New Orleans Hotels.” The building, built on land identified at the time as useless swamp is historic, originally constructed in 1904.

But it was never a train station. Before its abandonment in 1975, it served as offices of the Southern Railway and the “New Orleans Terminal Company”, another railway. The Valentino company did a nice remodel job and recast it as the Basin St. Station whose façade (per their web site) “emulates the exterior of the original New Orleans Southern Railway Passenger Station”.

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Basin Street “Station” (Photo from wikicommons)
The real train station (torn down 70 years ago)
The real train station (torn down 70 years ago)

 

 

 

 

 

The owners obviously did a pretty good job as there  is no shortage of visitors who are convinced that the Valentino office building used to be a train station!

FestivalsPosterThe visitor center was a wonderful refuge from the rain, and had nice exhibits on a variety of topics. It also provided our guide with an opportunity to use a huge back-lit map on a wall to explain a number of historical items of interest related to the city.

 

 

Saint Louis Cemetery Number One

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There are interesting historical issues related with the treatment in New Orleans of the remains of their deceased residents. The high water table that made some areas of the city virtual swampland create challenges for burials. This combined with French and Spanish traditions have caused most burials to be in above-ground tombs of one variety or another. City expansion, a fire, and overcrowding let to the closing of the older graveyard on St. Peter Street. Remains from that location were moved to a new site known as St Louis cemetery. That site, opened in 1789 ran out of space and St Louis Cemetery #2 was opened in 1823 (without closing St Louis Cemetery #1). St Louis Cemetery #3 followed in 1854.

TellingStoriesOur tour was of cemetery #1, the most visited of the three. Our guide riveted our attention with stories of the history of the site, and the somewhat surprising customs of how the various crypts undergo continuous reuse as the need comes up for new burials.

The tombs of a variety of famous people from New Orleans are not suprisingly found in the Cemetery (As well as the bizarrely designed future tomb of Nicholas Cage).

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Others are in individual, family, or group tombs.

 

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If Leveau is buried in the Glapion tomb, then who is buried here?

Final resting places of various dignitaries, statesmen, and businessmen aside, one of the most interesting interments is that of the remains of Marie Laveau, the famous voodoo queen/priestess. Within the cemetery a plaque has been attached to the Glapion family crypt indicating that it is the “reputed” site of Laveau’s remains. Well, since there was no “official” burial of Laveau, there is some controversy about the true location, and some think the Glapion crypt is a ruse to throw people off the scent of her real resting place.

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Eventually the rain let up, although we still had to wad through deep puddles. Thank goodness for boots!

If you’d like to see our full set of cemetery photos, click HERE.

 

 

 

The Mississippi River

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Woman watching the “Natchez” on the Mississippi
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The Creole Queen paddlewheeler. Click the photo to see video

New Orleans, which straddles the winding Mississippi River, is in very many ways defined by the river, and its position at the mouth of the river. The river brought life to New Orleans,

In the city the cardinal points on a map are not North, South, East, and West, but rather Upriver, Downriver, Lakeside, and Riverside.

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It’s the train they call the “City of New Orleans”…

NOtoChicagoLeaving New Orleans we took an Amtrak train north to Chicago. This is the train that Arlo Guthrie sang about- “The City of New Orleans”.

Sadly it does not just follow alongside the river, that would have been a wonderful view. But given the possibilities of flooding, probably dangerous. On a past occasion when we rode the train, we spotted alligators sunning themselves as the train passed over some swampy terrain. On this trip we had no such luck.

Chicago

I lived in Chicago for a couple of years when I was a very young boy, and have been back with some regularity, although mostly just “passing through.” The city, true to its nickname of the “Windy City” seems to always have wind howling through it off Lake Michigan. (Covering 58,000 square Km / 22,000 sq Miles it is one of the “Great Lakes”.)

ChicagoSteelRustWhen I think of Chicago, I tend to think of steel, iron, and rust. Yet we were looking forward to a several hour layover in Chicago because of the “Metro Deli” a great restaurant/bar near the “Great Hall” of the train station. We have eaten there several times and had great food and great beer. And best of all, we did not have to exit the station and face the howling winds!

But what a disaster! The station is undergoing a massive remodel and they have closed our restaurant! The replacement is not yet open but looks to be plastic and bland. sigh…

GiordanosCutting our losses we headed out into the wind and went to Giordano’s about five cold, cold, cold blocks away. There we had our anniversary dinner.

We ordered the stuffed deep dish “Classic Chicago” pizza. It was delicious!

Our waiter had formerly lived in a variety of towns in Colorado including Basalt and Carbondale. We asked him how people could stand to live with the cold in Chicago. He quietly told us that he has sworn to himself that this would be his last winter in Chicago. When we left he said- “Maybe I’ll see you in Colorado”.

 

Back on the Zephyr heading west: Across the plains and back to Denver

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Well, all journeys eventually come to an end. We once again rode the “California Zephyr” train on which we began this vacation. This time it was taking us from Chicago home to Colorado.

 

After our arrival in Denver, we took RTD “light rail” and then a bus back to our apartment.

Then a nice long nap!!

 

 

Closing Thought:

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Dumplings in Chengde

A note to any other “foodies”: We enjoyed the food we ate in San Francisco’s Chinatown very much. I wish I could find as Chinese food that was as good in Denver!

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Spicy Chicken in Chengdu

But honestly the dumplings did not compare with those I had in Chengde (Hebei province) and the chicken dish was no match for what I ate in Chengdu (Sichuan province). So if you ever get a craving to try the real thing… hop on a plane for a looooog flight to China!

 

Well, I finally got around to sorting through some of my photos from my 2015 trip to China. You can take a peek at the overview by clicking on this link: China-2015.

 

The “St Louis Cemetery #1” in New Orleans

During our December 2015 trip to New Orleans we took a guided tour of “St Louis Cemetery #1”, the most visited of the city’s three “St Louis” burial places

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RainAmongTheTombsUnder partly cloudy skies, our tour had commenced in front of “Rev Zombie’s House of Voodoo” on St Peter Street. A bit further up that street was the site of an earlier city cemetery, abandoned due to a fire, city expansion and redevelopment.

 

Remains from the St Peter cemetery were moved to the “new” cemetery when it opened in 1789. Well…not all was moved. From time to time construction activity on the older site uncovers remains that missed out on the big move.

 

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One form of burial in New Orleans involves crypts set into a large wall.

 

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Most of the tombs are free-standing structures for individuals, families, or groups.

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Our guide made sure we understood the strange mechanics behind the normal cemetery practices in which crypts are continually reused, with each becoming available to receive new remains a year and a day after a burial. He shared the somewhat gruesome details about  the role the hot summers play in decomposition of remains in an above ground crypt.

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Although it was raining hard during the first part of our time in the cemetery, eventually the rain diminished and then stopped. That left only the huge puddles to deal with.

Thankfully both Rhonda and I were wearing boots!

 

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This crypt has three above ground slots.
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Italian Benevolent Society Tomb

Many of the tombs have multiple slots available for burials. Most also include a below-ground spot. As the tomb is used for additional burials, and remaining coffin is removed, and the decomposed remains from previous burials get pushed backward which sometimes causes them to fall down to the lowest level.

 

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Tomb belonging to the “Young Ladies Association of St. Joseph”

 

 

 

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Alternate crypt claimed by some to hold Marie Laveau’s remains.

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As expected, the cemetery holds the remains of quite a number of New Orleans notables. Special mention should be made of the understanding that the city’s famed voodoo queen/priestess- Marie Laveau was interred here. The specific location of her burial was not publicly documented. It is widely believed that her remains were placed in the Glapion family crypt. (She was related by marriage to the Glapion family). A metal plaque attached to that tomb reinforces the claim. But followers / believers in her powers are not in agreement as to her final resting place. Visitors seeking good luck make three x marks on the tomb they believe to belong to Laveau.

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Not all tombs are in good shape.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tomb of Bernard de Marigny

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Memorial to the American soldiers who fell in the Battle of New Orleans

 

 

 

 

 

The “Battle of New Orleans” was the final armed struggle of the War of 1812, considered by some to be the a “second war of independence”. In this conflict, the United States struggled to fend off incremental erosion of the young republic’s sovereignty by the British. This is the war that saw England invade the U.S., capturing and burning Washington D.C.

The commemorated battle actually took place after a treaty to end the war had been signed, but before it was ratified.

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Muir Woods

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Muir Woods is a beautiful place to enjoy the redwood forests of California.
It is just a short drive north of San Francisco over the Golden Gate Bridge. We found it an oasis of nature that was difficult to leave. Here are some photos that help us remember our time there. (as always, you can click on any photo to see a larger version.)

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China-2015 Trip Overview

During the summer of 2015 I had the incredible luck to visit China. This is a very brief overview of my time there.

(I apologize for the superficial nature of this overview. The few photos included are lower resolution, and the commentary is brief. As time allows, I will add a post with more photos and fuller stories for each featured part of the trip. As this progresses, I will add appropriate links from this page.)

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ARRIVAL IN BEIJING AND THE TRAIN TO XI’AN

Sadly, my very first impression of Beijing- even before I got off the plane, was seeing and smelling the thick, pervasive atmosphere of extremely polluted air. The sky was grey. Anyplace you looked was through the haze of dirty air.
I stayed overnight in a hotel in Beijing. My intent was to rest up a bit and travel to Xi’an by train and view the countryside, rather than arriving there by dropping out of the sky in an airplane.
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• Beijing: Temple of Heaven Park

The afternoon of my arrival, I did get a chance to wander a bit. A famous landmark in Beijing is the “Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest” that sits within the huge “Temple of Heaven” park.
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• Heading to Xi’an

My trip from Beijing to Xi’an was on a sleek high speed train. What fun! China has a rail system that includes commuter lines, dawdling intercity trains, overnight sleeper lines, and high speed lines (CRH – China Railway Highspeed). Perhaps one day we can learn from China, Spain, etc., and replace our antique, Amtrak, never-on-time rail system, with a public rail system that can efficiently get passengers from one city to another.
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西安
A MONTH IN XI’AN

XI’AN JIAOTONG UNIVERSITY

My trip to China was to teach at an intensive summer English program at the prestigious Xi’an Jiaotong University. The program encompassed the entire class of students finishing their freshman year. At the end of the program I did some independent travel around the country.

• The Campus

Xi'an Jiaotong University Camplu

• In the classroom

In the classroom

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Three Saturdays in the middle of the program the university provided cultural excursions to various sites in and around Xi’an. The city is a treasure trove of history, and had been the country’s capital during the rule of many imperial dynasties.

• Xi’an’s Grand MosqueMosque- large gateway

Peter at mosque

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• The City Wall of Xi’an

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Bicycles on top of Xi'an's city wall

• The Shaanzi History Museum

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Museum display

Buddhism

• The Great Wild Goose Pagoda

During the seventh century, the Chinese Buddhist monk Xuanzang traveled to India where he studied. He collected a vast trove of Buddhist scripture and transported them back to China. In Xi’an, in the Great Wild Goose Pagoda, he and his assistants translated the books into Chinese.

Xuanzang and the Great Wild Goose Pagoda

• The Terracotta Army

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Peter posing with terracotta soldiers

• Imperial Tombs

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Statues and parasols

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• Xuaqing Hot Spring

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OUT AND ABOUT IN XI’AN

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SAYING GOODBYE TO XI’AN

Seal it with a kiss

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Staff at goodbye dinner

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LIJIANG

After the program was finished, I headed out for a brief tour of sites in China. For the first four stops, I traveled with Marlene Miyamoto, a colleague from the summer English program.

After saying goodbye to Xi’an, we boarded a plane and traded that smoggy city of 9 million for the clear blue skies of Lijiang, in Yunnan province. We were on our way, geographically and climbing in elevation, to Tibet.

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Jade Dragon Snow Mountain

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After an enjoyable stay in LIjiang, we boarded a bus and continued our journey, heading westward and climbing in elevation. We crossed over the Yangzi (Yangtze) river and with each passing kilometer the architectural styles and road signs showed an increasing tendency toward the Tibetan culture.

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LHASA

Visiting Tibet was the fulfillment of a dream from my youth. It was amazing. At an elevation of twelve thousand feet (3,656 meters), I frequently suffered from shortness of breath, and needed to pace myself. No matter- it is a place for contemplation, not for hurry.

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Lhasa

Jokhang Temple - Lhasa

Potala Palace

Drepung Monastery

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Drepung Monastery

Monks debating at Sera Monsatery

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CHENGDU

This city is the capital of the Sichuan (Szechuan) province. We enjoyed our stay there, but should have stayed several more days to better appreciate it. The food there was fabulous (of course!), and the province is famous for the Giant Pandas. Near the city is a famous research and breeding center for these animals.

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GUILIN AND THE LI RIVER

After Chengdu, Marlene and I headed in separate directions. I continued on toward the southeast, going to the city of Guilin.

Peter at the Li River

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WUHAN

Straddling the Yangzi (Yangtse) river, this town was recommended to me by a friend who had taught English there.

Yangzi River in Wuhan

Wuhan vista

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CHENGDE

Chengde, is situated in Hebei province north of Beijing. It is famous for the “Mountain Resort”, a vast park that was the summer residence of the Qing emperors. “Sure”, a student from my classes in Xi’an, was from the city. He invited me to take a bus to the city and kindly acted as my guide.

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Lake at Chengde Statue of Qing emperor

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BEIJING AGAIN

Back in Beijing I made an excursion to the Great Wall. I also went to Tiananmen and the gates of the “Forbidden City”. Finally, what trip to the capital would be complete without a meal of “Peking Duck”?

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WATCH THIS SPACE! LINKS TO MORE PHOTOS  AND TRAVEL TALES OF MY 2015 TRIP TO CHINA ARE IN PROGRESS!

A Quick Excursion to Canfranc

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At the end of January (2015) I shot off on a brief excursion that took me from Xàtiva to  Zaragoza to Canfranc to Vic and then back to Xàtiva.

Once a day, an Intercity train, originating in Cartagena, goes from Xàtiva to Zaragoza. But because it does not arrive at the destination until late in the day, when I go to Zaragoza, I usually take an early Cercanias (commuter train) from Xàtiva to Valencia, then get on an Intercity to Zaragoza. It is a long but scenic journey, with about a dozen stops, including Sagunto and Teruel. Along the way, it passes Sarrión, the town whose picturesque view provides the heading photo for this site.

Upon arrival in Zaragoza’s Goya train station, I took the Tranvia (a sleek, modern, streetcar) to my hotel near some ruins of the old Roman walls.

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View from my hotel room

I lucked into a room with a small balcony and a lovely view over the rooftops to the cathedral of Pilar. Across the street from the hotel, right below my window is the long metal roofed structure of the Central Market- a collection of stalls selling a colorful mix of fruits, vegetables, meats, embutidos, and fish. Looking to the right were more

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More rooftops

churches poking up past residential rooftops. Zaragoza is a picturesque city, with a wealth of history in evidence. Interestingly it does not seem to be a destination for many American tourists.

It was almost 3:00 pm, and I sought out one of my favorite restaurants in the city for a plate of Migas. This is a humble but tasty regional dish made from fried breadcrumbs that can be garnished with a variety of offerings. I chose loganiza (a style of sausage) and an (over-easy) egg on top. Very traditional choice!

When I left the restaurant, the city appeared unusually quiet, and it seemed as if almost every store was closed. Although most businesses in Spain observe the siesta from about 1:30 to 4:30, it was late enough that they should have been open. As it turned out, it was a holiday! It was the festival of San Valero (Sant Valerius), patron saint of the city, former bishop of the town, who died in 315 CE. All the fun stuff, including a parade with Gigantes y Cabezudos (giants and “big headed dwarfs”) had occurred in the morning, hours before my arrival.

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Night view from hotel room

One of the fun things about Spain, is that there are so many fun festivals, and one of the frustrating things is that you will never know they are about to occur if you are in a town a few hundred miles away.

The next morning, I went back to Goya Station, and got on the Regional train, that heads north from Zaragoza to Huesca, and then

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At a small train station

winds it way through a bunch of towns including Jaca, and ending up in Canfranc, a town close to the border with France.

Along the way, the train passes near the village of Riglos, at the foot of massive (conglomerate) rock formations, understandably popular with rock climbers.

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Mallos de Riglos

 

 

 

 

If you have ever tried to take photos from inside a moving train, then you know the frustration I felt trying to capture their majesty.

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The village of Riglos nestled at the foot of the rocks

These stunning formations played peek-a-boo behind embankments and small stands of trees, as the train’s path drew close. Even when you got a momentary clear view, reflections from interior lights on the train spoil the picture. If you want to see them in their glory, you can do a web search on “Mallos de Riglos”.

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Rio Gallego

 

The train’s route then runs along the Gallego river and the Yesa reservoir before it reaches Jaca.

I had expected that along the way I might see a bit of snow. Perhaps a white mantel on the higher peaks of the Pyrenees.  By the time we reached Jaca we were socked in, with no view of the mountains, and it was spitting snow.Snowy Landscape

As the train wound its way toward Canfranc, the snow was heavier and heavier. Soon the countryside we passed was buried in a thick blanket of snow, with more falling.

As the train pulled into Canfranc, I was suprised at the large throng of bystanders snapping photos

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Train in Canfranc

and taking videos of the train’s arrival. The last time I came to Canfranc, it was on foot, descending from Somport Pass. So I am not sure if visitors to Canfranc are always excited to see the train come in, or if it was because of the snow.

The train pulled to a stop next to a snowman, and we all exited.

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The train stop was just outside the fenced off old Canfranc International Train Station. A beautiful building, built in the late 1920s, it is now an abandoned, crumbling ruin. Close to the station is a tunnel that passes under the peaks. The other side is France. This had been an important rail link between the countries. But in 1970, a train crash on the French side destroyed an important bridge that was never rebuilt.

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Canfranc Station

They say the old station was used in the filming of the epic film “Doctor Zhivago” (what a great movie!), but when I watched the movie again, I could not identify it in any scene. Certainly the stunning exterior does not make an appearance.

I worked my way to the back side of the station where you can get a view of the entire building. To get there, I had to tromp through thick wet snow, my running shoes sinking into the snow (I wasn’t very well prepared!). Along the way, I passed several people wearing snowshoes. That was how I should have done it!

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Canfranc Station

There are legends about the tunnel and station and events of the Second World War. It is said that the Nazi’s smuggled stolen gold on trains to Canfranc. Who knows!?

Peter in the snowI spent the next few hours wandering around the town in the snow. It was coming down hard, heavy, and wet. It was amazing that through it all my feet stayed dry!

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I stopped in a store and picked up a couple souvenirs, went to the tourist office and got a map, and went to a restaurant to eat my midday meal. I had chosen the restaurant based on a listing in the Guia Azul (Blue Guide) for Aragon. It was OK, but… I end up doing better using gut instinct!

15-CanfrancCarsAndSnowAfter three hours I was cold. And with the weather as it was, this was not a good day for outdoor wandering or trying to catch the shuttle bus up to the pass. (besides, I heard in the restaurant that they had closed the pass due to snow and high winds!)

 

TrainSo, even though the train would not leave for another two hours, I walked back to where it was parked. The engineer was just climbing aboard to start the diesel engine. I motioned to him and he opened the window a crack.
“Can I get in?”
“The train doesn’t leave for another two hours!”
“I know. But it is snowing and wet out here.”
“What’s your destination?”
“Zaragoza”
“Oh, OK.” He tilted his head toward the door. “Get on.”
And I spent the rest of my time in Canfranc snug inside the train as I waited for it to leave.

 

Vic: A small city in Catalunya

An eighty minute ride north from Barcelona on the “R3” train route takes you to Vic, a city of about 40,000. The site has been occupied since pre-roman times, and today it remains an important regional center of commerce.

View from trainOnce the train surfaces after its passage below the streets of Barcelona, it traverses spillover urban sprawl of that city. Eventually however, you reach agricultural lands with rolling hills and views of distant mountains.

The old part of the city is not too large and can easily be explored on foot.

Eleventh Century Bridge

My wanderings began at an 11th century Romanesque bridge that was part of the old route to Barcelona.

(by the way, all of the photos in this set are low-resolution. Sorry!)

 

 

Cathedral archesThe bridge is close to the cathedral of St. Peter the Apostle (Sant Pere).

A notable aspect of the cathedral is the beautifully embellished Gothic arches that define a passage around the cloister.

Sant Pere: Bell Tower
Cathedral Bell Tower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Street scene

Roman temple and Casa Masferrer
Roman temple said to date from the second century, and view of the “Casa Masferrer”

 

 

 

 

 

Now it is a bank

 

 

 

a modest window
Sometimes the simple adornment of a window can catch the eye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Although the town was lovely, and merits a return visit, I had actually come to Vic specifically to attend its Saturday open air market. A previous year, we had gotten some tasty “embutidos” (sausage) that were made in Vic. Apparently the town is famous for its embutidos, and I was on a mission to get some more!

Fruits and vegetablesThe market was incredible. It takes up the entire “Plaça Major” in the old quarter of town, and then spills over into adjoining streets, and down along the “Rambla Davallades.”

The market seems to sell just about everything, and is far more comprehensive than the bi-weekly market in Xàtiva.

There is clothing, shoes, kitchen utensils, and purses. There are booths selling handmade pottery, and stands promoting political causes. Stands loaded with fresh fruits and vegetables caught my eye. It is only the impracticability of buying these items so far from home that allow me to move on.

QuesoYou can buy baked goods and artisanal cheeses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

MushroomsThere are more varieties of mushrooms on display than I could imagine, along with truffles.

 

 

Gourds

 

 

 

There are gourds, and domestic fowl: ducklings, chicks, hens, roosters (crowing away!), Fowlalong with birds I could not identify.

 

 

 

 

 

Flowers

 

 

 

 

A whole row of stalls sells cut flowers and potted plants.

When I first got to the market, I was able to explore most of it. But by noon, you could barely make your way through the dense crowds!
My advice is: go early!

 

 

There was one thing that I did not see for sale in the market at any stall: Embutidos! Yet that was what I had come for!

Luckily, in the nearby streets a dozen butcher shops each sold a wide variety of meats and sausages. I did not leave empty handed!

SAMSUNGMy embutidos

 

 

Plate of sliced embutidos

Lisbon

In Lisbon, the language is unambiguously Portuguese.

25 de Abril bridge

As a snap decision, we decided to sign up for the organized tour of Lisbon. It was a mistake- one of two tour mistakes we made on the cruise. But: live and learn.

Keep in mind that our cruise ship was operated by a Spanish cruise company and the vast majority of passengers were Spanish-speaking. On some occasions there were “English language” tours, but we always signed up for the Spanish tours. Rhonda and I are both fluent enough that we could understand the guides.

The “25th of April Bridge” bears a striking resemblance to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I have heard and read several different stories about construction related connections between the two bridges. The tales differ with regard to whether the designer was the same, the materials supplier, the construction company, or …

For the record, the longest span of the Golden Gate is 1,280 feet, and it was completed in 1937. The “25th of April” bridge’s longest span is 1,013 feet, and it was completed in 1966. The Portuguese bridge has two decks, with train tracks comprising the lower deck.

The bridge crosses the Tejo river, which is the longest of the Iberian peninsula. In Spain this river is known as the Tajo. This is the river that wraps around the beautiful city of Toledo.

Belem Tower
Torre de Belém

The “Tower of Belém” (Bethlehem), was constructed in the 16th century. It takes its name from the adjacent neighborhood of “Santa Maria de Belém.”

The building has a rather odd and  ornamental style, but it was constructed as an important addition to the city’s defense mechanisms. Equipped with cannons, it played a role in protecting the city from attacking ships.

Discoveries Monument
Discoveries Monument

Nearby is the “Discoveries Monument” which was built in 1960. It replaced a similarly themed structure that had been torn down. The monument bears the likeness of the prow of a ship. The various people depicted are led by a statue of Prince Henry the Navigator.

 

 

Jeronimos Monastery
Jerónimos Monastery

 

In the same general neighborhood is the huge “Jerónimos Monastery”. It is embellished with all sorts of ornate stone carvings.

Nearby we were shooed over to spend time in a bakery of no apparent historical or cultural significance. Cynically I wondered how much money a business like that slips to a tour guide in return for dropping off a busload of tourists.

Alfama
In the Alfama district

After a confusing zig-zag through several city neighborhoods, we ended up at the famed “Alfama” district. Here we descended from the bus once again. Much has been made of the restoration, and sprucing up of this, the oldest of Lisbon’s neighborhoods. But the guide, waving her numbered paddle, ushered us through many dilapidated sections in a way that caused me to feel like an unwelcome voyeur. Unsmiling residents leaned out windows staring down at the noisy herd.

Here, many of the streets are quite narrow, and many due to either the incline or stairs, are impassible by cars.

 

Steep and narrow

Some of the alleys were too narrow to even consider as a passageway for our throng.

 

 

 

 

I wondered what the door looked like on the other side!
I wondered what the door looked like on the other side!

 

 

 

A door with four mail slot made me curious. Rhonda pointed out that there seemed to be four floors, and possibly four apartments in the building.

 

 

Steep streetIt was not just the cousin of the Golden Gate Bridge that had us thinking of San Francisco. Rhonda pointed to the steep streets in Lisbon that seemed so like those of the California city.

 

 

 

In the end we were pretty disappointed by the content of this tour. (and many of the other passengers seemed equally disillusioned.)

We decided that we would have been far better off, and gotten a better feel for the city if we had just hopped a streetcar from the pier, headed downtown, and explored a bit on our own. We could then have capped the visit by sitting in a square sipping beer, watching people.

Restaurant sign
Restaurant sign

 

 

 

 

A Coruña

“A Coruña” sits in the northwest corner of Spain. The language of this region is called either Galician or Gallego. Yet most scholars consider Portuguese and Gallego to be dialects of a single “romance” (derived from Latin) language. However, politics dictates that we give it its own name. The Spanish (Castellano) name of the town is “La Coruña”.

Hercules
Hercules

We disembarked the ship with the modest goal of visiting the “Tower of Hercules”, an ancient lighthouse at the northern side of the city. Though the name evokes Greek mythology, the original lighthouse was built by the Romans in the first of second century CE.

GaiteroWe blundered our way to the monument on a city bus, and as we approached the tower on foot encountered a “gaitero” (bagpiper). A form of bagpipe is a traditional instrument in this region, and was not introduced from Scotland. In fact evidence seems to indicate that bagpipes in this part of Spain predated any such instrument in the British Isles. Still, it is important to note that parts of Spain have a Celtic heritage.

Marker

Inner Stair

 

 

 

 

The lighthouse, billed as the oldest working lighthouse in the world, has been rebuilt several times over its 2000 year history, but remains of the original Roman foundations are still present, and can be viewed as you enter the building.The tower is quite impressive, and you can climb a series of winding steps on the inside to get to the top.

Understandably, the view of the sea is wonderful from the top.

View from towerAfter descending the tower, we walked a bit along the shore to admire the waves crashing over some tiny outcroppings of rock.

 

The sea

We then headed back into town on a bus in search of beer and bocadillos. We were well rewarded!