Yep, the water really is that blue.
A lovely little brook.
Like walking through Narnia….
Mountains in Jiuzhaigou.
A surprise critter sighting! My research hints he may be a mainland serrow.
This was just one of the nine cobalt-colored lakes dotting the park.
The tree-skimming waterfalls may have been one of my favorite Jiuzhaigou elements.
That’s the gorgeous sky I know and miss.
As autumn deepens in Sichuan, the fall weather combines with increasing pollution to make blue-sky days seem a treasure of the past. I’m left reminded of the profound difference a glimpse of pretty sky can make.
As humans, we have an amazing talent for artificially modifying our surroundings. If our weather’s too hot, we craft machines to infuse our homes with a cool breeze. When we want to work beyond the hours facilitated by the sun, we invent electricity-powered lighting. Even for non-potable water, we have a solution: buy a distiller.
Don’t get me wrong: I am a huge fan of such creature comforts. My air purifiers are all set on high. Already I’m fantasizing about my favorite winter luxury–our apartment’s in-floor heating.
Nevertheless, there are some things for which man’s best substitutes are a weak approximation. The sunshine is one of these. Continue reading “Jiuzhaigou & Jewel-Colored Lakes”
Incense censers in the temple adjacent to the buddha’s head.
A head-level view of the buddha and his hand-carved curls.
Let’s see that serene buddha smile!
A view from chest-level.
Religious grotto set into the mountainside staircase leading to the buddha’s feet.
Religious grotto #2.
That is a seriously sizable hand….
See the monk grottos across the way?
A view from the feet up.
No big deal–that’s just a mountain-sized buddha.
By far my favorite Chinese sign thus far; a nice touch in the ladies restroom!
Poetic tablets near the buddha.
Horse carving at the nearby tomb museum.
Ancient tomb-side cave carvings.
Year of the Tiger, anyone?
Hill-top temple near the buddha.
Temple incense censer.
The secret no one tells you about living adventurously is this: sometimes you get lazy.
Living in China, I have at my fingertips some incredible opportunities to explore, to experience new things. Some days I’m great at availing myself of them; when last I attended hot pot (for more on this unique eating experience, peruse here), I said, “Hey, when in Rome” and tried the cow tendon and throat our Chinese friends had ordered up. I was actually disappointed when all the duck kidney got snapped up before I could give it a go.
Other days, however, I become incredibly slothful. Just tired in that unique way only intercultural interfaces can make you. Those days, I’ve no interest in practicing my Mandarin. I don’t want try exciting new food. I cannot even face the thought of going to the dry cleaners, knowing the visit may be riddled with land-mine-style language barriers. These are the days I’m in danger of sleeping my way through our China tour, closing my eyes when I should be jumping on opportunities that may never come my way again. Continue reading “Big Buddhas & Tang Era Tales”