Reeds recollections on our ride from Kunming to Jian Shui
Post # 13 is about our ride from Kunming to Jianshui.
Post # 14 is about our rest day in Jianshui
Dateline: Tuesday, June 11, 2013.
Welcome to the "Shangri-La Here We Come" Blog.
Present location: Jianshui, Yunnan province.
Riding distance from Kunming: 220 ks.
Below is the GPS track of this ride:
GPS track of today's ride: Dali Lake, east bank to Jian Shui.
Driving (moving) time: 4:37
Moving average: 46.5 kph
Highest elevation reached: 2173 meters
Total trip cumulative distance: 3394 kms.
Complete trip GPS track below:
GPS Track entire trip: Chiang Mai to Tibet Border, return, Jian Shui
Tomorrow's destination: Yuanyang.
Riding distance: 100 kms
Approximate riding time: 2.5 hours.
Phil Gibbins is taking a ton of photos, way more than me. He is posting them online on his RideAsia.net rider forum. But this url changes daily. To see the photos from our ride to Jianshui and our rest day in Jianshui, you can view them at the following url:
http://www.rideasia.net/motorcycle-...karpo-6-740-meters-22-113-a-12.html#post30049
Hello Interested Parties,
Our trip is winding down. So much more is behind us than ahead and this makes me sad. It seems that every day on this tour so far, somehow, someway, has always been better than the day before. But when we woke up in Kunming for our ride to Jianshui, this streak appeared to be over. The whole point of a motorcycle tour is to find great riding and have fun, and rain has a way of putting a damper on this.
It was a grey, drizzly morning and the temperature was 14C. And we knew from yesterday's ride into Kunming that the ride out of the city was going to be bereft of any riding pleasure. And it was. The rain, decreased visibility drastically as well as degraded our traction, making a treacherous drive even more so. Several times I had close calls with vehicles much larger than myself doing the stupidest things in front of me. I have come to expect such moves from the Chinese drivers at all times and thus was able to avoid grievous injury. Using my horn got no one's attention so I started yelling at people. The shock value of doing this worked wonders, because whenever I yelled, the drivers stopped in mid-maneuver and instead just stared at me and forgot to drive.
When we left the city limits and climbed into the southern mountains that ring the city, the rain increased in intensity and the temperature started dropping, all the way down to 9C during one stretch. Every couple of seconds I needed to swipe my face shield with my glove, and this meant taking a much needed hand off my handlebars. The light drizzle turned into a heavy drizzle and back again many times. It never came down heavy and never stopped. The temperatures bounced with the altitude, between 9 and 14C, but at least I wasn't cold. On the verge, yes, but okay. I was only wearing a synthetic long-sleeve shirt under my body armor. Over that a sweatshirt and my outer layer was a waterproof, zip-up jacket made by Northface. The F800GS kept my body and legs remarkably dry and I am sure that was not by accident. My gloves were soaked through, though.
Couldn't see much of anything in terms of scenery as the rain decreased our visibility and our eyeballs had to be glued to that piece of roadway directly in front of us.
Phil and I were pretty miserable when we stopped for lunch but elated to still be alive. And what a lunch it was. We dined in a restaurant famous for duck and the one we ate was fantastic. The ducks are cooked in big, rotund, barrel-shaped clay ovens. The heat comes up from the bottom and the ducks hang down by their necks on metal s-hooks from the inside lip of the oven. Sumptuous, and a great price, as this full-blown feast came to under USD5 per head.
The duck brightened up an overall dismal day, and once again we hopped on our bikes for the final 40 km stretch into town. There was a highway directly to our west but this was one of the highways mcs are not allowed to use. The local road we were forced to ride was in poor condition, with big pools of water covering the road surface, lots of potholes and lots of mud. Phil and I really slowed it down and we limped into Jianshui in the late afternoon. And then it stopped raining.
We found a steakhouse in a shopping mall outside our hotel. Phil has had just about enough of Chinese food by this point and ordered a proper surf and turf which he said wasn't bad. I ate nothing as I was still stuffed from lunch. After dinner we strolled into the old quarter of Jianshui where most of the old buildings are still intact and nicely restored. The ground floors were a series of boutiques selling mostly women clothes and shoes, antique shops, silver and jewelry stores, hotels, guesthouses, and restaurants. This area is famous for a black-type of pottery and a lot of stores were selling this.
The old quarter had a nice atmosphere and feel to it, somewhat marred by frequent horn-blaring scooters and cars riding down what should be a pedestrian-only area. Chinese drivers surely have a love affair with their horns.
This old quarter was similar to, but different from all the other old quarters we visited during this tour. It is great fun strolling through them, marveling at the intricate architectural details and seeing how Chinese tourists enjoy spending their holiday time. Everyone was friendly and in upbeat moods. I would be surprised if this Old Quarter is not turned one day into a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Phil and I turned a corner and a huge, red building that looked somewhat like the facade of the Forbidden City in Beijing loomed ahead of us. It was one of the restored city gates. There was a stairway up to the pavilion level and we took a bunch of pictures on the Old Quarter side. When we wandered over to the opposite side of the gate and looked down at the square below us, it was filled with groups of people dancing to different prerecorded music blaring from portable stereos.
When we saw the activity below us, Phil and I looked at each other and smiled, because a scene like this is exactly the reason why we drove 3500 kms to find and enjoy. This was the essence of adventure travel, discovering something so far removed from our everyday experiences. You turn a corner on a tour such as ours and you have no idea what you will find. Sometimes nothing, and sometimes something awe inspiring. This was one of the latters.
We walked down to the dancers and took a bunch more photos. One group was dancing in synchronized steps in a big circle to an atonal but pleasant hilltribe folk tune. They wore little contraptions on their fingers which they snapped quite loudly on the downbeats. We watched the goings on for an hour and retired to our hotels for the night.
Last night I slept in a different hotel from everyone else, mainly because it was more expensive. It was a restored mansion and formal gardens of an extremely wealthy family that was built at the turn of the last century. This is one of two family mansions like this left in the country that used to have thousands. All the others fell victim to the cultural revolution. My room was filled with antique furniture and a four-poster bed. In my closet was a period Chinese robe, hat, and slippers that I could wear if I really wanted to get into the mood.
Today dawned just as fine and nice as all the others. We went to visit another ancient Chinese city on the outskirts of Jianshui that has been turned into a living museum. Check out Phil's photos of this village at the url above. Another great place to take a ton of photos.
Then we visited an old bridge sitting on seventeen spans, with two old gate houses; one in the middle and one at one end.
After this we called it a day and tomorrow we are off to see some famous rice fields which have to be seen to be believed, I hope it doesn't rain.
Time for me to pack and say goodnight. My laundry just arrived and it cost USD50. Ouch.
That's it for now. Bye, bye.