The Wuyi Mountains UNESCO world Heritge Site
A Bamboo Raft on the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River)
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| China |
Wonder Wang, the imaginatively named young man in Chengdu who had planned this trip for us had warned that ‘there would only be Chinese breakfasts’. No problem, we thought, a good Chinese breakfast is infinitely preferable to a bad ‘western breakfast'. Today, though, we were not offered a ‘good’ Chinese breakfast. With several busloads of tourists to deal with the staff had put the food out early, the noodles had congealed into a single inseparable lump and the rice… well, best not.
M (our guide) turned up for her free breakfast – well no one can ruin a boiled egg – and afterwards we set out for the Wuyi Mountains UNESCO World Heritage site.
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| Location of Wuyishan (Wuyi Mountains) in south east China |
Tourism the Chinese Way: A Bit of a Moan
The day was dull and grey, though warmish, and the entrance huge and forbidding. The Chinese authorities like to open up these sites, invite tourists by the hundred thousand and then strictly regiment everything they do; their desire to control transforming a wilderness into a facsimile of a Disney Adventureland. My resulting grumpiness prompted Lynne to remind me that I travel to experience other cultures, and this was the Chinese way. She was right, which made me even grumpier, but the Chinese revel in it, marching in battalions behind the leader’s flag as he or she barks out instructions through a hand-held loudspeaker.
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| Standing in front of the entrance to the Wuyishan scenic area |
Once inside, we strolled through the trees to an area where shuttle buses and road-trains waited to whisk the masses to their approved recreation zones. M found the right bus (we would have had no chance without her) and we travelled several miles down an ordinary road to what seemed an ordinary village.
We were there to board a bamboo raft for a trip down the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River). The Chinese need to enumerate everything (the Five Sacred Mountains, the Four Great Gardens...) springs from the same source as their desire to regiment and be regimented but I love the futility of trying to define the number of bends on a river.
The Chinese, of course, turn up mob-handed for their river trips. The rafts hold six and we had to wait while M found a spare foursome we could tag along with. Her ability to speak Chinese was invaluable but she struggled to communicate with us. Although local tourists flock to the Wuyi mountains, foreigners are a rarity and if we insist on coming we should not be overly surprised when our ‘English speaking’ guide doesn’t.
On with the Rafting!
Eventually we settled into a boat and pushed off.
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| Setting off down the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River) |
The six passengers had a crew of two, a man at the back with a pole…
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| Action man helps us down the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River), Wuyishan |
…and a woman at the front with a pole and the gift of the gab. She kept the four other punters entertained and informed, but it rather washed over us. Her hat was covered with tin foil, maybe she was worried about aliens stealing her brainwaves to perhaps it was for a protection against Wuyi's semi-permanat drizzle.
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| While the talking came from the front, Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River), Wuyishan |
The river enjoyed occasional outbreaks of ebullience, calling them ‘rapids’ would be over-dramatizing,….
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| Approaching an outbreak of 'ebullience', Jiuqu Xi, Wuyishan |
…and bamboo floats very low in the water, so when encountering an ‘ebullience’ it was wise to raise one’s feet.
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| Lift your feet, Jiuqu Xi, Wuyishan |
Wet feet or not, the Wuyishan Scenic Area is appropriately named and we floated past sheer cliffs,..
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| Cliffs beside the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River), Wuyishan |
….peered into the misty depths of the mountains…
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| The misty Wuyishan Mountains |
….and marvelled at unusual rock formations.
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| Rock formations beside the Jiuqu Xi (Nine-Bend River), Wuyishan |
Occasionally the rafts formed themselves into a queue….
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| A queue of rafts on the Jiuqu Xi, Wuyishan |
.with some overtaking,….
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| Overtaking our rivals, Jiuqu Xi,Wuyishan |
...But for most of the two hours we drifted quietly on, under the only bridge…
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| Bridge over the Jiuqu Xi, (Nine-Bend River) Wuyishan |
….and, near the end, past Yunnu Hill, the symbol of the Wuyi mountains.
I am uncertain which word best describes Yunnu Hill, but I am sure it is not ‘hill’. I have been unable to discover the Chinese word used, but official translations can be misleadingly rigid. The Chinese for ‘river’ is hé (pronounced with a rising tone, roughly ‘huh?’), we were rafting on a xī unfailingly translated in official guides as ‘brook’ while liú is ‘stream’, but the Chinese words hé, xī and liú only roughly correspond to river, brook and stream (and what about gyhll, burn and beck?). Being a hé requires a lot of water, whereas a 'river' can be more modest; I have referred to Jiuqu Xi as Nine-Bend River, because to me it looks like a river not a brook.
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| Yunnu Hill, Wuyishan |
M met us at the disembarkation point. ‘How do the boats get back to the start?’ I asked, having seen none travelling upstream. I rephrased the question several times using simpler and simpler words and in the end received an answer, of sorts, ‘by car’ she said.
Climbing Tianyou Peak
Several minutes walking brought us to a pedestrian street lined with smart wooden cabins selling snacks, drinks and tourist tat. M seemed to be telling us this was a 10th century Song dynasty village though every structure we could see was clearly 21st century; perhaps she was just saying that the retail outlet was called Song Street. Her next statement was less ambiguous: ‘you have lunch.’ It was barely 11 o’clock and despite our early start we were not ready for food, so we politely declined. This threw her into confusion; she arranged to meet us again in half an hour and wandered off.
We had a look round thinking we might buy something for our grandson, but having dismissed the crossbows with their lethal bolts as inappropriate there was nothing to do but drink coffee. We re-read Wonder Wang’s itinerary. 'After the rafting' he wrote, ‘you will climb up Tianyou Peak, the sheer rock peak that just rise skywards, to have a bird’s eye view of the magnificent mountain'.
My rock climbing career started and (I hope) finished on one fear filled afternoon in July 1972, so if pitons and carabiners were out of the question the only way up a sheer peak was by cable car. These are difficult to hide so presumably it was not nearby.
We were killing time, and as it was limited that felt wrong. The drive would use time profitably and might even reveal a place for lunch, and if not, well, so be it.
Armed with this misapprehension we rendezvoused with M and announced we were ready for Tianyou (Heavenly Tour) Peak. She led us on a lengthy walk along concrete paths and across the bridge over the Jiuqu Xi. We kept expecting to encounter a car park, but in the end we encountered Tianyou Peak.
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| Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
Mt Huangguang (2,158m, 7,080ft) is the highest peak in the Wuyishan range, Tianyou, at 808m (2,650ft) is relatively insignificant and from where we stood the peak was little more than 100m above us - but it looked forbiddingly sheer.
M led us up a some steps.
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| Up the steps to the side of Tianyou Peak |
We had been climbing for a while before it dawned on us that somebody sometime had part constructed, part hacked steps all the way up the side of the rock face. The route was obvious, so M informed us that we could walk to the observation point, she pointed to a pavilion high above, and return the same way, or continue to the top (828 steep steps) and descend the other side (2000 shallower steps). M, though roughly half our age, would wait at the bottom.
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| Starting up Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
We settled down to some upward plodding and reached the pavilion surprisingly quickly. We took a breather and enjoyed spectacular views down to the Jiuqu Xi….
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| Looking down to the Jiuqu Xi from the pavilion on Tianyou, Wuyishan |
…further up the rock face….
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| Looking up the Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
….and across to the adjacent peaks.
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| The nearby peaks, Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
Eastern Wuyishan is an example of the ‘Danxia landform’ common throughout south eastern and southern China. Cretaceous red sandstone, lifted and cracked by shifting tectonic plates, has undergone millions of years of erosion to produce distinctive ‘hills’ with steep sides and flat wooded tops.
We got our heads down and continued plodding so we could soon look down on the nearby peaks, the river and the pavilion – half way according to M – and…
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| Looking down on the adjacent peaks, the pavilion and Jiuqu Xi, Wuyishan |
…up to the next part of our climb
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| The next part of our climb |
I have mentioned (more than once) the Chinese preference for making visits en masse. Our path up Tianyou was pleasantly uncrowded, but here is a photograph borrowed from travel agent Access China Travel taken in roughly the same place during a holiday.
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| Access China Travel's picture of the same part of Tianyou, Wuyishan |
Near the top the more exposed route was cordoned off and the last part of ascent was on a pleasant path behind the peak.
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| Nearing the top of Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
A boy came running down to us. ‘Hello, where do you come from?’ he started before going through the complete school book conversation with confidence and unusual accuracy. ‘Thank you,’ he said at the end before running off up the steps.
At what appeared to be the top was a small temple and a kiosk where my pointing and smiling was rewarded with two much needed soft drinks. Communicating the price is normally straightforward, the young lady could have used pencil and paper, a calculator or her fingers, but her strategy was to say a number and keep repeating it until I understood. It failed, and then failed again and again and.. After so many visits to China I am ashamed to admit I still do not know any numbers above ten and after multiple fruitless repetitions, a waiting customer interrupted. ‘Fifty,’ she said. I had expected to pay a premium, the merchandise has to be carried up on foot, but not £6+ for two small drinks. I shook my head, put the cartons back on the counter and made to walk off. ‘Why?’ the customer asked. ‘Too much,’ I replied. ‘Not too much,’ she said ‘only fifty, one five, fifty.’ ‘One five, fifteen?’ I ventured. ‘Yes, one five, fiftee.’ I thanked her and handed 15 yuan to the bemused girl in the kiosk. Chinese English speakers almost invariable omit final consonants but this confusion has somehow never arisen before. The English words ought to be more distinct.
Thirst quenched, we found yet more steps to climb. Behind the temple we passed some (possibly ancient) calligraphy….
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| (Ancient?) Caligraphy, near the summit of Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
….and some Jinjunmei tea bushes (spelling varies). Wuyishan is the home of Lapsang Souchong, and Jinjunmei is its superior version. 100g of top Jinjunmei allegedly sells for US$1,600; these bushes growing in marginal conditions might produce ‘top’ jinjunmei – or may just be a curiosity.
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| Jinjunmei, near the summit of Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
We soon reached a sign pointing to the summit. The path hardly rose as we crossed the peak’s flat top but there was no feeling of exposure, it was so well wooded we could see only the surrounding trees. A little pavilion marked the high point. We were all alone so we put the camera on a wall and took a selfie.
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| The summit, Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
This anti-climax was followed by many, many downward steps, and no sooner had we started than the rain, which had threatened all day, began to fall. South winds bring clouds rolling in from the South China Sea and the first high ground they hit is Wuyishan, so although the climate is warm it is notoriously wet.
We were passed, at a run, by the boy we had spoken to earlier and then, at a more measured pace by his older brother. He thanked us for our patience and hoped we had not been bothered. We said it had been a pleasure to meet such a polite and enthusiastic youngster but did not tell him his little brother’s English was almost as good as our guide’s - it would have been only a slight exaggeration.
The descent round the back of the mountain offered no views so it was a long plod through an unrelenting downpour.
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| A long downward plod through unrelenting rain, Tianyou Peak, Wuyishan |
M was waiting in the dry, but she too was uncomfortably wet (pardon my schadenfreude) by the time we reached the car park, where a road-train took us out of the Scenic Area. M found our driver and we headed back to town, proving en route the truth of her earlier statement; the bamboo rafts do indeed return to the start 'by car'.
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| The bamboo rafts go home by, well not quite 'car', Wuyishan |
Dinner in Wuyishan
In the evening, dried, rested, and by now hungry, we ventured to a nearby restaurant - continued rain discouraged walking further abroad. We may not know our spoken numbers but we were pleased that we were able to peruse the Chinese menu and select a beef dish and a vegetable dish, though how they would be cooked remained a mystery. We also ordered a cheap unknown side dish out of bravado.
The beef and Chinese cabbage were excellent. The mystery dish - strips of some pickled vegetable - was a bit dull and we had no more clue what it was when we finished than we had when we ordered it. Including rice and beer a good diner came to less than £10 - and we had duly entertained the little audience that gathered to watch the weird foreigners eat.
Part 1: Nanjing (1) Sun Yat Sen, The Zhonghua Gate and Salt Water Duck
Part 2: Nanjing (2) The Presidential Palace and the Massacre Museum
Part 3: Suzhou (1) The 7-Mile Shantang and a Mandarin Fish Cut like a Squirrel
Part 4: Suzhou (2) The Humble Administrator's Garden and Other Gems
Part 5: Suzhou (3) the Lingering Garden and the City Gate
Part 6: Hangzhou (1) West Lake, Lingyin Temple and Longjing Tea
Part 7: Hangzhou (2) Nanxun Water Town and Statues in the Street
Part 8: Wuyishan (1) Xiamei Ancient Village
Part 9: Wuyishan (2) Bamboo Rafts and Tianyou Peak
Part 10: Xiamen and Gulangyu Island
Part 11: The Tulou of Fujian
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