Huangshan & Wilderness Walk
My housemate, Robyn, heads off at the end of August… so I
wanted to have one last decent non-Beijing adventure with her before she moved
on.
Preparation is key and the train journey was part of the
adventure, so individually we’d put together ‘essentials’ bags of knacks and
nibbles. We shared a beer and a wine and enjoyed cut up carrots and a fruit
salad, some chips and pretzels… and a couple of sneaky cream cheeses. We’d
decided to create our very own first-class experience! What’s more, the bullet
train has charge points, so if, like me, you like to watch a wee movie or two,
you can plug your laptop in and 6 hours turns into three films – Bobs your
Uncle – you are at your destination!
We arrived after a pleasant journey to be met by a wee
Chinese lady holding a sign saying “Fiona Leek” – like I was a VIP! How
thrilling.
The bridge directly opposite Tuxi Ancient Street was
apparently built because the son of the village on one side of the river
married the daughter of the village on the other side, and the daughter was
carried by family and village members over the bridge to her to-be husband.
Very romantic (or tragic) we don’t know the specifics, but I prefer the Disney
version!
We wandered happily, watching one man engrave tiny mountain
scenes into lengths of bamboo with nothing more than a microscopic chisel! The
stores were beautiful, the products – authentic – so a few gifts were purchased
to remember a place in China not packed with plastic.
The hike was about 8 km’s, or three hours between the sites
of two ancient villages. I’m glad we had Libby, because often times I couldn’t
tell the track from the general dirt, and she frightened away a snake for us!
We didn’t see another soul for the full three hours of
hiking. A lot of the track seemed to be untouched wilderness that we had the
fortune of sneaking a glance at. Robyn marvelled at the animals, from birds to butterflies,
while I drew breath and enjoyed the sweet green taste of country-side air.
Along the walk we crossed over running rivers, mountains
leaning in on either side of us, I retain a strange belief that I’m still 12
and capable of hop-scotching from stone to stone like a spring deer… sadly, I
was quickly reminded of the years that have come between me and my 12 year old
self, my springing legs and general light weight.
The wondrous thing though, Libby – our skilled and
experienced tour guide – was the only
one of us who ended up in the drink, and admittedly I told her how pleased I
was with this outcome, as she removed her socks and swore at the river running
by.
We continued, Libby making use of an umbrella to ward off
spiders,
“Libby”, I said, after she’d jumped her height in fear at
the sound of rustling leaves, “I’m not sure you’ve chosen the right job… you’re
a bit skittish!”
She laughed and admitted she was a bit scared of… a lot of
things… She then went on to explain that snakes like cold areas, so be careful
in the cooler spaces… and that spiders tend to attack… I looked at Robyn, Robyn
looked at me, and we silently agreed not to argue this point with her – may she
feel safe in hot long grass…
“What’s gone on?” I asked Libby
“A snake!” she said, both Robyn and I were keen to see said
snake, but Libby explained it had jumped from a near by branch, over her head,
and whisked down the mountain
“I think it was scared of me!”, said Libby
“After that dance”, I said, “I’d be scared too!”. We laughed
and carried on, though Robyn and I were disappointed to not have gotten to seen
the sneaky snake. Libby explained that it was a good snake, not a dangerous
snake because it was black and red… Robyn and I again looked at one another
knowingly and decided not to rectify this assumption…
We continued our journey over rickety wooden bridges,
amongst mulberry trees planted to be sent to other areas for silk worms to nest
in, tea plantations and long-left bamboo plantations. You could see the outline
of where villages once lay, at one point we came across a 900 year old rest
stop where people, travelling from one village to another, would stop for food,
leave messages and take an evenings rest.
The fascination of ancient civilisation, I’m sad to say, for
me, was trumped (goodness I hate that word now!), by the subtle beauty of
simple flowers flowering, of the light dancing amongst the leaves, the crunch
of fauna underfoot… the Earth, in all its beauty, without a human finger
enabling it to be what it naturally is.
To admire that which is greater than the combined power of
all humanity, nature.
The mountains, the trees, the water… the clear sky. The
sound of your feet on the earth, the crackle of leaves as you move a branch to
move past.
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