It’s all about the Food!

I know, I know… This is probably one post too many about Xi’an, but it’s just not fair to write  about Xi’an without a mention of the food we had and the place that we stayed in. So bear with me for one more post…

Jo and I are not what you would consider foodies. When we are hungry, we find food to fill our stomachs. It’s a bonus if the food tastes nice (or if it’s even food in the first place) (You can never be too careful here in China). So it was kind of surprising (to us) that one of the reasons we increased our period of stay in Xi’an was for the food.

Xi’an was the starting and ending point of the Silk Road for centuries. For a very long time (I love how phrases like these take away the need for research), merchants and travellers from the West made Xi’an their home upon reaching the end of their journeys. Because of the mixture of ethnicities, Xi’an has some of the most unique dishes we’ve seen so far.

The best place to soak in the unique culture mix of Xi’an is definitely the Muslim Quarters. Built around the Great Mosque, the streets are crammed door to door with trinket shops, butcheries, craft shops, and of course, tonnes and tonnes of eateries and push carts selling all kinds of food imaginable (and a lot you can’t).

Although it’s called the Muslim Quarters, the shops are as multicultural as they come. Singapore always prides itself on being a melting pot of different cultures. Now imagine combining Singapore’s China Town, Arab Street, Geylang Serai, Clarke Quay and Little India into a two kilometre by two kilometre space, add in a generous dose of livestock and spit, and you’ll have about half of what makes up the narrow streets of Xi’an’s Muslim Quarters.

Like many other Chinese cities, the streets of Xi’an are very well planned and organized. All roads run in North-South, East-West grids. Yet at the heart of it all, there is the Muslim Quarters, whose rogue streets seemed planned by a city planner who had one too many sniffs of the happy smoke. The winding cobblestone streets are laid out haphazardly, with little alleyways thrown in for good measures that run into dead ends and (I swear this is true) canals.

Yet, that is one of the appeals of the Muslim Quarters. It is easy to get lost within it, finding surprises at every turn. For us, we got greedy and couldn’t keep our grubby hands off all the food that we saw… to the point where I didn’t even have the capacity to push away spitting old men (and women) (an essential skill here in China). Don’t judge us.

Can't get enough of the street food!

One of the specialties of Xi’an was the Yang Rou Pao Mo (羊肉泡馍). It’s a dish where patrons are asked to pinch a big bun into tiny pieces that would then be soaked in a huge bowl of lamb (or beef) broth. The general idea is that the smaller the pinched pieces, the tastier the dish would be. It was hard work pinching the dough, but we were suitably motivated by the potential awesomeness of the dish, and more so by another patron sharing our table. He actually got his dough returned, and for his efforts, received a sound scolding from the waitress to get serious with the pinching.

Awesome Chinese customer service strikes again!

Evolution of the 羊肉泡馍 – featuring Jo.

The last but possibly most important reason for us extending our stay was because of the hostel we stayed in.

We had wanted to keep our expenditure low for this trip by scrimping on the cost of our accommodation, and couch surfing when we have to. We figured that since we SHOULD be out exploring during the day, we just needed a sleeping surface for the night, and (hopefully) some hot water to shower with.

So far, we’ve not really been that good at keeping with the plan. The cities we’ve visited in Gansu are not what you would consider major cities, so it was a bit harder to find hostels or people letting out their couches. Furthermore, it was off season, so there were steep discounts at most of the hotels in town. We figured we could afford to spend that extra S$2 each a night for internet access and room service.

The thing about hotels is that they are all trying so hard to achieve a certain “standard” that after a while, they all feel the same. There is nothing really unique about most of them, so much so that it seemed like they have no “character”.

All that changed when we reached Xi’an. We could not find a couch to surf on at the last minute, so we decided to search out Han Tang Inn, a highly recommended hostel in Lonely Planet. We did not manage to find Han Tang Inn, but we found Han Tang Hostel which was along the same street instead.

I know… our initial thought after checking in was “Chinese Counterfeiters strike again!” too. But eventually, we found out that Han Tang Hostel was a new sister establishment set up by the people from Han Tang Inn. (in fact, it was so new that renovation work was still being carried out while we were there)

Being new, the facilities at the hostel were awesome, and the pricing reasonable, but more importantly, the service staff at the hostel were some of the friendliest we’ve managed to come across so far.

It just feels nice to have a place to “go back to” after a day of exploring – a place where you get to meet people from all around, a place where you can exchange stories, and more importantly, a place that serves cheap alcohol just below where you sleep.

Kudos to Joyce, Sasha, Fox, Alex for going out of their way and doing their part to make our stay in Xi’an unforgettable.

Old Things…

I’ll be honest, Xi’an was never really in the picture when we were “planning” this trip of ours.

Jo and I are neither big fans of museums, nor the most ardent of students when it comes to history. Jo prefers the outdoors and natural sceneries, and I prefer the outdoors and natural sceneries that I can view from the air conditioned comfort of a coach.

In that sense, Xi’an was not on our radar because we knew it only as “the place with those old Terracotta dudes”. The only reason we were in Xi’an in the first place was because it was a transport hub and seemed like a reasonable stopover before continuing to our next destination. Before you fans of History Channel start having fits and breaking stuff with your remote controls, we know NOW that we were wrong. In fact, we changed our initial plans of staying in Xi’an from three days to five days – and one of the reasons for doing this was to look at old stuff other than the Terracotta dudes.

Beside Han Yang Lin and the Terracotta Warriors, we also went to the Forest of Steles (碑林) because Jo was convinced we would be able to pick up some kungfu writing moves by looking at more calligraphy. Whilst that did not really happen, we did pick up the ability to overcome great boredom… We spent almost three hours going through the collection of more than 2000 stone tablets (or as they say in Mandarin “Na shi a shitload of stone tablets”). Again, I am sure these tablets have great historical and cultural value (there are tablets written by Emperors and master calligraphers, and the collection even includes the famous Nestorian Stele that depicts the coming of Nestorian Christianity to China), but I’m just saying that 2000 stone tablets are probably 1999 stone tablets more than we were able to stomach for, give or take, a decade.

At least the surroundings of the Stele Forests are nice...

Beside the Stele Forest, we also spent a lot of time at the Big Goose Pagoda (大雁塔) because there was a nice Musical Fountain there (again, History Channel fans, watch that pulse rate), and more importantly, we actually spent a day wandering through the Shaanxi Museum because it was… Ermmm… Free! (limited to 1500 tickets a day)

Even to us, I have to say the collection of artefacts were pretty kickass given that

1) it was free

2) We didn’t really know what was going on most of the time. We were too cheapskate to get the audio guide. We figured we’d have a lot more fun trying to figure out what the translated tags in front of the displays mean. In the worst (best?) case scenario, we could always make up our own meanings for the display. Great fun!

Having fun at the museum - aka Clueless

We got closer to the (replica) Terracotta Warriors at the Shaanxi museum than we ever did at the Terracotta Warriors Museum. We could actually see the individual faces of the warriors

One of the oldest things on display. Jo with a replica of the Lantian Man (蓝田人). The Lantian Man's fossil was found in the Shaanxi province, and is estimated to have lived about 1.7 million years ago in modern-day China. Fun fact? Lantian Man is actually Lantian (Wo)man

Scammed at Last

I’ve mostly been writing about the amazing bits of travelling long term. Truth be told, there are some nuisances that will constantly bug you once you make travelling your lifestyle for a period of time.

One of these nuisances are Touts, or as I like to call them, no offence to anyone, lying scums.

Touts are parasitic creatures that breed in parts of cities that contain a high concentration of the tout’s natural prey – the Tourist. Most of the time, the Tourists do not stand a chance. Most Touts have honed their predatory skills over centuries of skulking in the same area, observing the behavioural patterns of the Tourists.

After long periods of observation and intense field testing, the Touts have somehow come to the conclusion that the best way to make the Tourists like them enough to buy something from them is to subtly grab them by their arms (or any outlying baggage/body parts) and gently screaming (for example) “DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE TERRACOTTA WARRIORS???”

This is usually Step One of what I call the Tout’s Masterplan. This main purpose of this step is to get your attention.  The killer move is actually Step Two where they’ll wait for you to show the slightest bit of interest in what they are hawking (by “slightest bit of interest”, I mean glancing in their general direction and/or not briskly walking away whilst violently shaking your head and frantically waving your arms), afterwhich they will hang onto you like (again, no offence to anyone in particular) the blood sucking leeches that they are.

Every traveller has a different way to deal with Touts.

Take me for example. When faced with a Tout who is screaming loudly into my ear, and raining spittle on my face, my impulse is “Wow, he sounds authoritative, let’s hear what he has to say.”

I blame my military training.

On the other hand, given the same situation, Jo (who is normally the sweetest person in the world) turns into Michael Corleone.

“I’M gonna make HIM an offer he can’t refuse”.

I’m not saying all touts are bad. I honestly believe that some of them are really out to make a decent living, and that there is a possibility we might all come to mutually beneficial agreements. I have a very good reason for this faith. My brains are made of boogers. So, that is how, after one and a half month of giving our best impressions of the “Squinting Bobble-Heads with frantically waving arms”, we got conned for the first time (we think) in China.

The Terracotta Warriors are the highlight of most travellers’ visit to Xi’an and we were trying to make our way to see them as well. According to Lonely Planet, we were supposed to make our way to the central train station to look for “Bus 306″ that would take us straight to the Terracotta Warriors.

Good news, visitors to Xi’an! All the entrepreneurial (and weasel-ly) Touts near the train station must’ve read Lonely Planet too. Almost all the buses at the train station were labelled “Bus 306″ (I couldn’t make this shit up), and their attached tout would promise to bring you to five attractions, inclusive of the Terracotta Warriors for the princely sum of 7RMB. Most of the Touts also like to emphasise that unlike their weasel-ly competitors, they state upfront that the ticket prices to all the attractions would not be included.

It sounded fair and I was even tempted to ask “Are you sure you guys are making money from this?”.

Jo, on the other hand went Tony Soprano on all the touts’ ass. “We don’t want to see any of the other shit, just bring us straight to the Terracotta Warriors!” For some odd reason, this was not possible with all the touts that approached us.

Eventually, Jo was (semi) persuaded by my argument that “We will let the other suckers on the bus go to the paid attractions. We’re badass enough to just squat in the bus until they bring us to the Terracotta Warriors”.

We were herded to a mini bus parked at the side of the road. After a 15 minute wait in the empty bus, we were told that there don’t seem to be any other travellers going on the tour today, so they’ll move us to a smaller car to save fuel.

Jo was suspicous and suggested we give up the 14RMB we’ve already paid and bolt. I am not proud to admit this, but my thought at that point in time was “Groovy, now we don’t even have to wait for the other lame ass tourists! It’s like paying a bus ticket price for our own private car!”

(I know, many of you are already thinking “What an idiot!”, and to that I have to say… ermm..  I’ll get back to you once I can think of a witty retort.)

So, the two of us got into a car and we were first driven to a Jade Emporium where we were told we would be able to buy jade at a “special price”.

(Even I could sense something was not right at this point. My exact thoughts, and I am totally not making this up, was “If we don’t buy any of the jade, we’ll be getting a free introduction to the unique local jade of Shaanxi… COOL!”) (Again, I am not proud).

After our 30 minute tour of the Jade Emporium, the driver started to drive us towards the Terracotta Warriors. Along the way, he told us how awesome the other four attractions were and strongly recommended we go to take a look at them since they were all on the way ANYWAY. Seeing that we (when I said “we”, I meant “Jo”) were firm in ONLY wanting to see the Terracotta Warriors, and “we” were slowly losing our patience, he stopped the car at the side of the expressway.

He told us (in not so many words) that he NEEDS us to go to the other attractions for him to cover his fuel fee. Apparently, he “knows” people at the ticketing offices of the attractions who will let him and his “guests” into the attractions for free. He would then take the entrance fee we were supposed to pay the attractions.as his “fuel cost”. Much as it would pain him, if we didn’t go to the attractions, he would HAVE TO let us go… at the side of the expressway.

We were being blackmailed!!

So, this is the story of how we went to Li Shan (骊山) to see… ermm…

The temple with the BEST fengshui in China, where for the small sum of 100RMB you can rub off some of this Fengshui by praying with “1800-DIRECT-LINE-TO-GOD” joss sticks (if you can’t trust your tout, who can you trust?)

Blessings and Good Fortune do not include a ward against touts

Remonstrance Pavilion (兵谏亭) where Chiang Kai-shek was caught by Zhang Xueliang and Yang Hucheng (both generals of the Republic of China) and forced to fight against the Japanese invaders during the Anti-Japanese War. Interesting factoid from our tout, the pavilion was previously called “Catching Chiang Pavilion” (捉蒋亭), but the name was changed when the Premier of Taiwan visited Xi’an a few years ago. Don’t you just love to see political hypocrisy in action? I mean between us and our tout…

Chiang Kaishek climbed up the cliff and hid in the hole behind me.... ok, I have to admit... this was actually kinda cool

We also ALMOST saw Hua Qing pool (华清池) where Emperor Xuan Zong used to spend his leisure hours with Lady Yang Gui Fei. Yang Gui Fei’s bathing pool was supposed to be made entirely of lantian jade. I wish I could upload some pictures of this amazing pool, but quote from our tout (again, I cannot make this shit up): “There’s no point going in and squeezing with the crowd, you can peer over the wall and see the pool from the top of this hill too!”

Oh yeah… the Terracotta Warriors were kind of great too… I think…

By the time we reached the pits, we only had two and a half hours left to browse the exhibits before closing time.

Silver Lining: Maybe it's good that we don't get to spend too much time with the Terracotta Warriors... there was a real possibility that we might break something...

We also didn't have time to make our faces into Terracotta ones... ok... this one is listed under "Not a bad thing" too

We saw the most impressive pit in almost total darkness.

The legends are true. The faces of the Terracotta Warrior were individually sculpted. No two Warriors share the same face... at least that's what the display signs tell us. It was kinda dark for us to see...

Real (Terracotta) Warriors don't need lights!

What Lies Beneath

Besides people, the one other thing Xi’an is not lacking in: underground objects.

Xi’an has been at the centre for so much of Chinese history that any quack archaeologist could point in a random direction and hit an ancient burial site or parts of some old city wall. We heard from a source well known for their unwavering honesty (our tout/taxi driver) that the Xi’an subway project took 4 years to complete, mainly because instead of blasting right through, they had to do most of the tunnelling work using brushes for fear of accidentally destroying some historical artefact. (True story)

Xi’an is one of the largest tourist cities in China, and a lot of Xi’an-ites rely on tourism to make their living. (90% of whom tried to convince us to join their Terracotta Warriors tours). Yet the people of Xi’an proudly declare that “there are no nice sceneries within 1000000000000 miles from Xi’an” (a very rough translation).

Tourists come to Xi’an to see the historical sights and to walk the path of the ancients. Because of this, most tourists (like us) coming to Xi’an “just to see the Terracotta Warriors” normally end up visiting an insane amount of archaeological sites and falling asleep at museums.

I’ll be the first person to admit that I am not a fan of most “archaeological finds”. Before you history buffs get your terracotta panties in a bunch, let me stress that I KNOW I AM AN UNSOPHISTICATED LOUT. I know many of these objects that have been dug up contain huge historical, artistic and cultural value, and that they retain essential information, crucial in the piecing together of the stories of our ancestors.

I’m just saying that, to me PERSONALLY, seeing huge display cases of vases, pots and pans makes me feel like I am walking through the crockery section of Giant Megastore.

Having said that, even an uncouth barbarian like me was suitably wowed by the Han Yang Ling Museum and Mausoleum (汉阳陵).

Some quick facts: Han Yang Ling was built in 126 BC for the fourth Han Emperor, Han Jing Di, Liu Qi and his Queen, Wang Shi. Like many other archaeological finds in Xi’an, the tomb was discovered in the outskirts of Xi’an when a quack archaeologist pointed in a random direction and dug in. Han Yang Ling Museum was built for exhibiting, protecting and studying the relics unearthed from the mausoleum.

I know… it sounds kind of boring and a lot less sexy than Qin Shi Huang’s Terracotta Warriors from this description, but believe me, it is one of the most awesome museums we’ve been to.

For one thing, Han Yang Ling is very much a work in progress. Excavation work is being carried out as we speak. The museum is built over the burial pits and glass floors are built over the pits so tourists can peer into the half uncovered burial items. On working days, real life archaeologists allegedly can be seen excavating the pits. Jo not so politely reminded me that Dr Henry Jones would probably not be at the excavation site as I hummed the Indiana Jones theme song while we walked through the displays.

Standing over the Emperor's tomb. Someone DEFINITELY walked over his grave

Being less of a big name draw than the Terracotta Warriors also means that there are a lot less people at the museum. It’s kind of tranquil, walking in the huge grounds and gardens around the museum without the blaring of tour guides on loud speakers in the background. It also helps that we were able to have most of the displays to ourselves instead of having to peer at them over other people’s shoulders.

A walk in the park.... with NO STAIRS!!

Most importantly, the displays themselves are not that shabby. True, the clay figurines of Han Jing Di are A LOT smaller in size than the Terracotta Warriors, but they are definitely no less impressive in scale or in detail. In fact, the meticulousness with which the sculptors made each statue is kind of awe-inspiring.

The nude bodies of the Han clay figures were first moulded (complete with genitalia) (tee hee hee), each statue would then be fitted with clothes and moveable wooden arms (Han Jing Di was a big fan of action figures), before having individual faces fitted on and painted… or so the display signs tell us. After years of being in the tombs, the wooden arms and elaborate silk clothing had mostly been corroded away and the paint oxidized off. So what we see now are these…

Weird armless, naked statues.

I hope Han Jing Di enjoys nudist soccer in the afterlife.

Rise and Fall of the Golden City

If Dunhuang was the cool exchange student in class, Xi’an (西安)would definitely be the over-achiever whose wealthy family had been alumnus of the school for generations.

Xi’an never fails to remind you that it was here that Qin Shi Huang(秦始皇)set out to be the first emperor to unite China (he was eventually spectacularly buried here too). After which, Xi’an was the capital for 13 different dynasties. This included the Han and the Tang dynasties which many consider to be the Golden Ages for trade, commerce and culture of ancient China. For ancient travellers, Xi’an was also the last stop on their Eastward journey through the Silk Road.

Monument of China's first female Emperor with her entourage of ass kissing eunuchs, or as I like to call it, "The birth of modern day politics"

In most cities, statues and monuments are erected to commemorate their favourite sons and daughters. This poses a bit of problem for Xi’an. There are simply too many of them. From warrior kings to benevolent rulers; from pilgrim monks to inspirational poets; from fastidious merchants to visionary inventors, they’ve all made their impact on the evolution of China, such that it’s hard to choose a “favourite”.

What we have now are statues of historic figures littered around every corner of Xi’an like a gallery of the “Who’s Who” of ancient China.

Or given our knowledge of ancient Chinese history, it was more of a “Who?????”

Tang Xuan Zhang with his two famous disciples - Beavis and Butthead

This epidemic of statues is not helped by the attempts to proliferate Chinese history lessons and Buddhist/Confucian principles through the use of… yes… more statues.

Like a prized cabinet of trophies, the city of Xi’an tries to enclose all the symbols of its achievements within its old city walls (circa 1370 AD).

Pilgrim monks overlooking the city of Xi'an

Are we impressed?

Absolutely.

There is no doubt that modern day Xi’an is very much a cosmopolitan and rapidly developing Chinese city with McDonald’s and Starbucks crowding much of the shop spaces. Yet, at the same time, there’s this grandeur and… pomp (?) we’ve not been able to feel from any of the other cities we’ve travelled to so far. Even in the face of modernization, the city of Xi’an seems to be able to remember the proud tradition it is a part of, and there is a feeling that it desperately wants to carry itself with a dignity and rigour befitting of its heritage.

Some of the efforts to retain part of its former glory produce mortifying results that are superficial and cringing-ly kitsch. This includes an unbelievable number of shops proclaimed, or blatantly (and wrongfully) declared as “天下第一” (Chinese for “Sky Under Number One”), and lining every other shop front with enough replica terracotta warriors to rival Qin Shi Huang’s ethereal army.

The first place we ate in in Xi'an... We REALLY thought we hit jackpot...

However, every once in a while, we get the privilege of seeing ancient Chinese traditions carried on in the most amazing ways.

The one that left the deepest impression? An unassuming old man shuffling around a park with a modified mop and a bucket of plain water. He wielded the (seemingly) heavy mop effortlessly, “Crouching Tiger, Leaping Dragon” style and left some insane calligraphy on the side walk.

Awesome calligraphy with a mop!

These water written words are spectacular, but they fade away too quickly once their time is done. It’s slightly surreal watching the beautiful words slowly disappearing from the side walk.

A better (and slightly probably more pretentious) writer would probably be able to draw a parallel between the old man’s words and the life cycle of the city of Xi’an. Even an amateur blogger like me managed to have an epiphany and learnt a valuable life lesson from the old man’s calligraphy:

Use Ink.