There more people you kill, the more paranoid you get. You reap in the next life what you sew in this life. I wonder if that was one the reasons Qin Shi Huang, China’s first emperor, needed an entire army to guard him in his afterlife for fear his enemies chopped his dead body into pieces and he couldn’t ‘live’ normally being dead. Complicated I know, but you get the idea.
The moment my eyes laid on a narrow street packed with food stalls and my nose sniffed all kinds of scents and aromas from the many kitchens closed to one another, I knew I had walked into my favorite spot of Xian.
As a former capital of old China and the starting/ending point of the Silk Road, the ancient trading route between China and the West, Xian attracted many Muslims from Central Asia and the Middle East who came here to trade and then settled down. Descendants of some families still live here together with the Hui Muslims of China. Their faith can be different, but one thing can be certain, they share the same joy of cooking and eating as the non-Muslim Han Chinese.
Datong wasn’t on my agenda until a traveler I met in Mongolia told me about the Buddha cave located nearby. At first, I wanted to take a train directly to Datong from Erlian/Erenhot, the Chinese border town with Mongolia but couldn’t find any train nor bus leaving on the same day, thus I went to Beijing instead. Datong itself was a small city with nothing interesting to see. The city was under construction.
Once upon a time in China when humans could fly, walk on water and kill just by blowing out their internal energy, five great masters of the wulin (martial art’s community) from five different regions of China, hence their nicknames Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar and Central Divine, descended on Mount Hua. These Five Greats came to fight for the Nine Jin Manual, a book which caused chaos in the martial art world. People killed each other to get their hands on the book which contained knowledge about powers, health, martial art techniques and philosophy and could enable one’s martial art skills and power multi-fold.
“Mendee, you’re Asian, why you’re eating like Western people?” I yelled at Mendee, my driver who kept eating bread in every meal including those typical Asian: instant noodles and rice. “You eat like Russian.” “Yes, it’s because of Russian influence,” Gambar, the guide, replied.
At first, I automatically assumed that Mongolia was more similar to China because they were both Asian countries and had years of assimilation. Their facial features are similar though Mongolians have more slanted eyes and rounder, puffier faces. They both use chop-stick. They eat instant noodle. They are both traditional and dictated by rules and traditional beliefs.
What happens if if one billion Chinese jump at the same time? You should ask what if one billion Chinese talk at the same time.
I don’t want to find out. Everyone talked in China. That wasn’t the end of it. More than chit chat, they produced noises.
I love big cities. I can’t imagine living in the countryside, waking up and falling asleep to the sounds of roosters and crickets. I love the sounds and the fast pace of big cities. But I seriously doubted it after coming to China and listening or being forced to listen to an entire population who couldn’t stop talking.
“Life is not about eat, sleep, pee-pee/poo-poo” was the favorite wisdom my uncle passed down to his two children to warn them from having their life governed by these three basic deeds.
It seems to me that I committed all three in the last three months. Each sin is guided by the nature of my traveling in each specific country.
— Update 7 Sep, 2016 —
Thanks a blog reader who informed us about the change of the visa process. As of the end of August 2016, the embassy is not giving visas to foreigners not residents in Mongolia. There is a lof of people with interrupted travel plans wandering about Ulaanbaatar. They even canceled visas of some Swiss women who had already been granted the visas but had been out on a tour and didn’t collect them in time. No nationalities are getting visas – we’ve talked to Americans, French, Swiss, Italian, Israeli, and we’re Dutch. Be aware of that before coming and don’t plan on getting your visa here for the next little while at least. No one is quite sure why they’ve changed. Apparently, it’s also affecting other regional offices (such as Korea, Vietnam, and Hong Kong) so get very recent information before making plans.
My name is Cindy, also rhymes with travel junkie. A friend said I was probably a gipsy in my previous life. One of my many secret missions in life is to convert you to run off every once in awhile.
