China: people mad about health and diverse nature

We have crossed the gate of China with a slight thrill. Previous hitch hiking, hospitality and other rules may no longer be valid. With only ‘ni how’ (‘Chinese) and ‘she she’ (‘thanks’ in Chinese) in our language stores, we had no idea of upcoming events. Back in Lithuania some people were rather had no positive forecast for hitch-hiking in China. This surely sounded like a good challenge for us.

Kinija kontrastingiausia mūsų regėta šalis. | China - the most diverse country we have ever seen.

Journey through this land was a long meditation throughout nature diversity and city madness. Both newly built houses and shabby homes on poles were with elegantly raised roof endings, which is an ultimate Chinese signature. Cities and towns welcomed with either old fashioned blue-redish gates, or modern designed toll gates.

In the north west China is very similar to Kyrgyzstan. Later we fried in Gobi desert. In the mid of China we got surprised how inventive people were to use uncomfortable mountain spaces, turning them into fertile terraces. All of them were bright coloured and looked outstanding. Perhaps this land is the most beautiful in spring with cherry and apple trees in bloom. In south east we enjoyed karsted mountain in Guangxi region.
Finally when we thought to have said the final bye to the Asian hospitality back in Kazakhstan, in fact China again surprised us a whole lot.

In 3 weeks we have made 6.5 thousands of kilometres, though the journey did not seem to be long. Desert tornadoes and sand storms were replaced by fertile mountains and watery rice fields. When you get used to the jungle madness, the land suddenly turns into terra cota with tall and thin trees. Just after having crossed the border, we slept near the frozen lake with winter jackets, and in south east we struggled with humid heat and drank water like crazy.

Ryžių laukuos. | Rice fields.

China happens to be one the most progressive countries in the world. Having the biggest army, the second best economy, being the biggest exporter and none the less importer. Infrastructure grows here sharply, hence trucks form a non ending chain on the roads. The entire country like a big building site – just newly born skyscrapers and future roads and bridges. Wind mills, sun panels and dams producing electricity. Though the air is heavily polluted and majority of locals wear nose-mouth masks.

On the contrary, we have noticed plastic and quickly breaking trucks. Drivers were unhappy in struggling to change the gears or spending hours to fix vehicles on the road. And when you think, you came to a brand shop, it does not necessarily mean you will get quality goods. Familiar product names are changed very closely to those which we normally know. Crocs become croos, Rayban – Raybau, Monblanc – Montblonc, Adidas – Adibas, and Sony – Sonie. Does anyone really care about such minor errors?

People

Šventyklos prižiūrėtojas. | Temple guard.

When we say Chinese, we often think of Han ethnic group. But then we would need another 55 groups across China. In the west we still met uigurs – the Turkic group presenters. In the mid China, Linxia or otherwise called Chinese Mecca there are hundreds of mosques, which belong to Chinese Muslim Hui group.
In southern parts some women wore extremely colourful clothing and socks. Though differently from previous countries you can often see women in shorts or tiny skirts.

Giggling, polite and smiling, and always rushing to help you. Some time ago in Beijing I had a very unpleasant tea-scam experience, and took this pesky luggage with me. All this soon evaporated when we finally experienced tourist free, curious and friendly China.

Rarely our met Chinese knew English, but often they had some friends with some knowledge who helped us to explain where are we going. We had very positive acquaintances with policemen too. Some wanted to take pictures with us, hitching a bus for us, helping us with our luggage or supplying water for our journey.

Šventyklos žmonės | Temple people.

Hospitality was very honest and not requiring any emotional reward. They did all from their hearts. Drivers always used to buy us water, ice tea, and often host us with dinner. One humble manager brought us home to have dinner. Soon he offered a hotel for us, which was a huge contrast with a previous night, where we slept in some neglected house with spiderweb curtains.

As we travel to off beaten tracks, people happen to be curious and turn back often to look at those strange travellers. Some came very close to observe how we fold our tent or boil water with hand made stove.

At first, you can think that Chinese are meek and self controlled. However, many of them were cheerful. Indeed, their body language is scarce, which was a big challenge for our communication. But at times they were even romantic or nostalgic. One truck driver for the fourth time was listening to beloved song and then singing loudly along. Then he called his partner to sing it over the phone.

Though spiting in public places something unique and universal. The government or business owners are ashamed of their citizens ill habits, hence you can see ‘don’t spit here’ signs or posters near schools teaching kids not to do it.

Mus priglaudusi šeima | Our hosts.

Once we have been hosted by a family too. When hopping up the terraced hills we tried to find a place to pitch a tent, we noticed some blooming cherry and apple trees up on the top. The scent of it lured us into wanting to sleep over there. But then some women worked in the garden. Even though neither we spoke Chinese nor them English, we managed to communicate a little bit, and soon those cheerful ladies invited us to stay with them. They surrounded us with care. Soon the neighbours came to look at new arrivals, and the father opened up a 14 year old bottle to host the guests. They gave their own bed to sleep, whilst the entire family slept in one bed.

In the morning we had a great temples on the hill tour. Those who look after the temples presented us with fruits from the altar. We said goodbye to the family as old good friends. Back on our road we were thinking that if we did not climb up curiously up the hill, we certainly did not have such a lovely local people experience.

Health

Begalo aštrūs pietūs, kuriais mus pavaišino. | VERY spicy dinner we had.

Eastern medicine gets his fame in the western world too as an alternative way of healing or prophylaxis. They look after their health intensively. One morning in Urumqi we went to have a stroll in People’s Park. The sun was rising, and no matter how old people were exercising in one or the other eastern way. No matter how strange they performed, nobody really cared of each other. We were the only spectators of the show.
Later the park got filled with dancing in eastern or western way personas despite the fact it was a working day.
All of them drink green tea or hot water. There are tons of health products stores and even hospitals. In one of them we bought our maliaria tablets, or better to say some bags with powder. Apparently they are natural products, so we were lucky enough to get something natural instead of damaging our organisms with chemicals. But then we experienced something a bit unpleasant and a bit uncomfortable, and that is – side effect. Once you eat one type of powder, that day you will want to go to toilet annoyinlgy often. And no waiting time is allowed. If you are by any chance in the car, you cannot wait to reach the destination. You really need to stop right here and right now. The positive thing is that usually you feel ok and you can eat everything as usual.

Kibiras sriubos vos 4lt. | A bucket of soup only £1.

In the shops you can see all sorts of flip flops with some bumps to press the right foot place so you would become healthy. Once we met a manager of a furniture factory. He showed us around his very tidy plant, and explaining about the products he was so proud of a raw material that they were using to produce the items. ‘It’s a camphar tree’ he have us to scent it. The wood smelled pleasantly, but what was more important for the manager that this wood was healthy.

The food was mostly healthy too. Lots of veggies (so our organisms got back to their normal status after the meat slavery in Kyrgyzstan). We have tried some balsamic pear (bitter, but again – super healthy) or meri fruits. The truck drivers beside their usual sunflower seeds bite betel nut. At first it gives you a pleasant chill in your mouth. Then it forms some strange lump deep in your mouth.

Hitch hiking

Tranzavimas nelengvas - nuolat bekintanti kelių raizgalynė. | The hitchhiking was not easy - ever changing road jungles.

To stop the cars in China is very easy. Maybe truck drivers were reluctant to stop however they always curiously observed nearly dropping out of the vehicles. Though the hardest job followed after the car stopped. We only knew few mere phrases, and their gestures are no way even close to those of Iran or Turkey. Hence there was one big challenge to explain where we are going. Sometimes they try to explain it twice – in other maybe easier Chinese words. But that did not help us at all.

China has 1.4 billion inhabitants. The desert and mountains are uninhabited, leaving some parts of China hugely populated. Even ‘small’ city could easily race with some countries capitals. So walking through some of thouse cities is a painful experience.

It is one of the most progressive countries, whose infrastructure grows rapidly. Hence if you think you have 2008 map and it will be ok to use it, forget it. Even 2010 cannot reflect all of the highway systems. This country is a true beast.

Nature

Traveling from one region to the other it seemed like going from one country to the other. Tian Shan in the very west part, then the heat of the Gobi desert. Sometimes the mountains appeared from nowehere with their snowy caps. In some places sand whirpooled into small tornados. Then we met sand storm which covered cars in a thick layer.

Team LT.

Sometimes getting lost may bring some use. One our driver was extremelly unfocused – on the way he even managed to hit the motorcycle driver. Luckily, the victim got up, hence the car owner got out of situation just paying him some money. He was obviously in hurry, so hastily was running up and down the hills roads. The views were magnficent – terraced mountains in the background of the lake. However, the road was wrong so the guy needed to reverse. Another road ended up with a ferry over the lake. We were happy – free ride from one Liuijiaxia reservoir side to the other.

Non – highway roads were the best to feel connected with the nature. Hundrends of kilometres we lived the river life. We woke up and went to sleep near it. The mountains and valleys were breath taking, some of them even taking us back to the Scotland memories. Some drivers had a great music taste, so our journey was accompanied by soft and melodic chinese tunes.

We also visited tourist beloved Guangxi region with karsted mountains and jungles. Fortunately managing to find picturesque places with no people around was the best experience. Otherwise we feel that such places are not for us anymore. We need people without masks, and even simple beauty has its own pearls.

Sleep

Mūsų nakvynė per audrą: tiltelis-šventyklėlė. | Our night shelter over the storm: temple-bridge.

Mūsų nakvynė per audrą: tiltelis-šventyklėlė. | Our night shelter over the storm: temple-bridge.

Couchsurfing (www.couchsurfing.com) is not popular at all, so the next three weeks were mainly slept in the nature. Sometimes we found quite interesting places to rest like bridge-temple, or temples somewhere in the mountains, in the corn fields or neglected houses, near the rivers or in the building sites.

On the way to Laos

We thought to reach Laos that morning, but when we brushed our teeth in our sleeping place near the jungle, some young people drove past and stopped to have some rest. After hearing our story, they took us to give a lift and on the way invited us to an elephant reservoir. We haven’t seen elephants that day, but from the cabins above the jungle we meditated the beauty of the leafy forests. After having had a delicious dinner with our new friends, we reflected if we could have afforded such detour ourselves, whether we would have appreciated the experience that much.

We left China with hundreds of great memories and positive feelings. On the way to Laos.

Georgia: brotherhood with Lithuania, wine and mysterious Kazbegi

We rose up early at the seashore of the Black sea while the sound of cracking boat met the peaceful waves. Pretty quickly as a rule we hitched a car or two and crossed Turkey-Georgia border at no difficulties. Another moment, and we walked the streets of Batumi, where semi-melted snow mixed with dirt did not portray the town at its best. We secretly agreed with a popular view on the places near the sea: you need the summer to enjoy the full bounty of smells, views and tastes.

The road however from Batumi, a tiny bit up north and then towards Tbilisi, is worth a pen, which sadly I wouldn’t be able to use in order to describe the beauty of the mountains snoozing silently in the distance. One car after another at a fast pace, and we are about to conclude that Georgian people are not less helpful than Turkish. Many of them, particularly the old generation smile once they hear our origin. It’s almost a duty for them to dip down the lane of memories and dig out a piece to prove the link with ‘very cultured, great’ country Lithuania. It surely gave us a sense of pride. Being an Eastern European it’s not always easy to demonstrate what you are capable of. As if some sort of a label on the jar of jam. The jam is fresh and juicy, but the label doesn’t allow to prove it until you actually open it. So Georgia which got their independence slightly earlier than Lithuania, but as it was involved in wars, and with no support from European Union, actually progresses slower. They look up and ask ‘so how art you brothers, do you manage ok?’ In fact, one driver believed ‘you need Russia. Like we do. In Soviet times, we used to get like 15% of the soviet budget. You used to get around 10% whilst the others 3-4%’. ‘Why is that so?’ we wondered. ‘They used to be afraid of Georgians. There was always a sense of rebellion in the air’.

Tbilisi Castle

The truck driver let us off just at the entrance to Tbilisi, and we had to hunt for an unsecured internet to reach some contacts. A random guy which later turned out to be a taxi driver gave us his mobile phone to call and even offered us a lift for free to the place we needed. ‘Do you know where we could get our hepatitis B vaccination?’ we didn’t expect the precise answer after asking such a random question. He brought us near the hospital where in the neighbouring park we pitched our tent and spent a warm night. In the morning all messed up and swollen we showed our noses outside. There were two Georgian women standing there and smiling. ‘We observed you closely’ they chatted in high pitched voices and there was a feeling of some cheerfulness. ‘You are such inspirational young people!’ they continued ‘we look at you and get so inspired. You actually live a normal life, and the others not normal’ – their Russian was clean and easy to understand.

Šmaikščios statulos. | Funny statues.

Our connaissance with Tbilisi architecture commenced just a hundred yards away from the park we slept in. The hospital was on the verge of collapse so to say, the walls haven’t seen the paint since perhaps 50’s, the bricks and blocks were cracked and often lying in pieces. ‘I’ll show you the doctor!’ the guard felt himself very important, he pressed few of his mobile phone buttons, and had a chat with a doctor. Apparently it is still very common to get the ‘second-hand’ information. Even if the webpage or leaflets will be outdated, people would certainly get to know things via their relatives, friends or other unofficial sources. So everyone got to have that moment of being a VIP.

We entered the hospital where the chairs are worn out to their maximum, and the old woman cleaning the stairs gave us a look in a surprised but slightly (very sovietic I’d say) mad manner. ‘Reception?’ – and suddenly we felt stupid daring to ask such a question which here makes no sense at all. There is no reception, the doctors will come when they come, and you eventually get what you get. Eventually we got our second hepatitis B shot, and went on exploring Tbilisi.

There were quite a few buildings you could guess having had their moment of fame in the past, but now hybernating all in shame. To emphasise the contrast, there were numerous cars – volvos, jeeps and lexus 4×4 monsters on litterally every single step. If only you were brought to visit Tbilisi’s old town, you would never even dare to think there were some neighbouring outskirts to sadly show non full-dress view of the people’s lives. ‘The social system is sad’ explained Renata, a young Lithuanian woman married to a Georgian guy. ‘You would often see old people begging as their pensions are awfully small and if they don’t have children to support them, they are sentenced to ask for help from the passers-by’ we observed three people standing next to each other and holding their hats or hands.

Naujoji Tibilisio katedra. | The new Tbilisi cathedral.

‘Each time passing a temple, we have noticed, people make a sign of cross. Are Georgians that religious?’ we wondered. ‘It’s almost like a fashion out here. But indeed, the church has a strong voice over here. Even after the head of the church has paid a visit to Russia, it seemed the political situation warmed up’. She went on. ‘When Georgia was suffering from low birth rate, the patriarch promised to baptize every third child in the families. You would be surprised how the rates sky rocketed. That is how much influence religion has over here. It’s not so important if you are marrying the person from another country. What matters is how you are going to live with a person from another denomination – etc. catholic’.
We are just about to arrive at the new fresh Holy Trinity Cathedral glowing at all its beauty. Inside the woman lits a candle and then prays from a prayer book. We walk among the icons, and Renata explains a little bit more. ‘For the religious matters Georgian got the special script for holy texts. Each of the letters means something’.

Mūsų vaišinoji draugė Renata su Eva. | Our lithuanian friend Renata and Eva.

That evening we finished off with Renata’s invitation to try a selection of mouth watering Georgian meals: Kinkalis with mushrooms or meat, aubergines with walnuts, kebabs and shaslyks. Our increased reaction could mean that either we appreciate the food after our modest diet, or the Georgian cuisine is certainly delicious.

The home made wine

Vyno degustavimas. | Wine tasting.

I suppose there will always be an aspect for an ode to Georgian wine. ‘We would like to buy some wine’ I laughed loudly realizing how stupid do I sound entering the ONLY wine shop. ‘It’s a right place to visit’ smiled David, who quickly brought us to the wine tasting room. Kinsmarauli or Saperavi, a range of white wines too, and it seemed quickly we got into some dream or something. ‘Have you ever sensed that some wines have got some specific taste, for instance, the strawberries taste’, we shook our heads. So he felt a need to educate the wine illiterates. ‘Therefore people tend to grow apple trees or berry bushes closely to vineyards. Not a walnut tree in any case’ he warned, it makes the wine taste bitter’. We bought semi sweet home made Kinsmarauli to enter the new era of tastes.

Pilstomas vynas. | Wine from the barrels.

Whilst we were waiting for our Azerbaijanese visa, the agency promised us to make it in 5 days. Even though it costed us 110$, we had no option but that. To apply directly you need a LoI (letter of invitation) via some official sources, which certainly was not our case.

Meanwhile we planned to bring ourselves closer to the Caucasus secrets – the foot of Kazbegi mountain.

Kazbegi

‘You are not camping outside, it’s going to be -20′, screamed in unison the driver and elderly ladies in the minibus. The old guy who was so keen to host us but once we announced we have not enough money to cover his and our needs, he got slightly angry. His drunken voice rose gradually, as he saw as being serious to pitch the tent on the snow. Truth to tell, not the cold was the challenge that night but the snow level up to the knees and higher. The tiny square close to the town hall was cleaned so we pitched our tent right at the windows of their offices.

Kaukazas | Caucasus

The morning ‘aaaawww’ once we brought ourselves out of the warm tent outside. The sun was already rolling on the very top of Kazbegi, whilst other mountains were patiently waiting for their turn. We spent our last laris and tetris (Georgian money) on the mountain map and some food supplies, and finally hit the snowy path towards the tiny monastery on the top of one mountain.

Tsminda Sameba vienuolynas. | Tsminda Sameba monastery.

The heavy steps to conquer the snow, and we reached the mysterious church. ‘Get inside and get some warmth’ commanded us one of the monks with a beard, who was tidying around the monastery. We soon entered the old church, and a little boy immediately handed me a long skirt to put over my trousers. Women in trousers are not welcomed here. The deep silence with frequently the wind squeezing through the door and bringing in some snow dust which shone brightly in the sun. We soon realized we could dry a bit our shoes and gloves, so sat down closely to the gas stove, whilst the boy stared at us from time to time. The little guardian then went to play with some tiny statues and mini icon pictures of the saints. He came back with a slim dark yellow candle and started to play on the gas stove. The pleasant scent of wax brought my thoughts somewhere close to Kazbegi…

Klampojimas link vienolyno. | Walking to the monastery.

We had our modest lunch of frozen cheese, bread and icy cucumbers. The higher peaks invited us to visit them right now, so we grabbed our camera and churchullas – vinegrape juice and nut sausages, and went on to explore the wilderness. The wind was strong at times, quickly hiding away our footsteps. We neverthelless managed to climb to the place where Kazbegi looked like a hundreds yards away, so close and scary with its icy shiny cheeks.

Sniegu apkloti kalnai. | Snowy mountains.

The beauty of Caucasus mountains forbade to talk about it any further as any words trying to describe it seems to be worthless. Full of secrets, where the mountains keep their unspoken mysteries in the monasteries.

Georgia thus surprised us with friendly welcoming but not annoyingly bothersome. The wine was delightful and the Caucasus simply blew mind away. Lithuanians do not need visas for Georgia, hence we certainly going to come back there.

We are grateful Renata Skardziute and Lina Navickaite that made our stay in Tbilisi warm and lovely!

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