Monday, August 28, 2006


Holy cow, is that a big snake or what???

If you are faithful blog readers, you would have read the blog I posted a few weeks back regarding the Burmese Python that killed a Husky dog while out hiking with it's owner (the dog was hiking, not the snake.)

Troy and I were hiking last weekend with our friends when we walked around a corner and came upon a Chinese man who had stopped and was taking pictures of something next to the path. He immediately motioned for us to stop and to be quiet. He then pointed to what he was taking pictures of. At first we couldn't tell what he was showing us but then we saw it... it was a 8' python snake with the head as big as a a man's hand!!!!! No one was actually willing to put their hand next to the snake to get a size comparison, but it was huge! I can't imagine it was the same snake that killed the dog because we were at least 20 miles from where that happened (remember we said it had never been scientifically proven that snakes can actually move). So it makes me wonder how many of these pythons are in HK.

After half of us peed our pants we then calmed down enough to get a closer look. His head was right next to the path and the front part of him was coiled up so we didn't dare walk past him. I don't know if pythons strike like rattlesnakes but none of us were willing to find out.

The Chinese man in his broken English then told us he wanted a phone to call the police.
"You, have phone, I call police. They come. Help us. They take snake." (Don't you love my Chinese accent?)
He then called the police and had a long, extensive conversation with them. When he was done, he gave the phone back and said:
"Police come, you wait here, you no pass. Other hikers come, busy Saturday. You stop them, very dangerous. Wait here, 10, 20 minute. I come, police. Here take, protect you, very dangerous!" as he hands us a rusted, dull machete that he had found somewhere along the path. He then ran off to the village we had just walked through to meet the police.

So we're standing there trying to figure out why the snake is not moving. Is it sick? Did it fall from a tree and is hurt? Did it just eat a small child and is now digesting it? Why is his body shaped so funny? Is that a head protruding from his stomach? A few of us got braver and moved in closer. Believe it or not, I was one of the brave ones until it started to move causing me scream like the girl I am. We just couldn't figure out why it wasn't moving with 8 of us hovering around it. One of the guys with us finally lifted the bush covering the back part of his body to see how big he was. That was when the snake decided he had enough of us and moved off.

I can imagine the Chinese man was very disappointed when he came back and the snake was gone. Hopefully the police wouldn't arrest him and throw him in jail on charges that he made up the story (they've done crazier things).

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


Karst Mountains in Yangshuo, China

Troy and I have traveled to many places in China while living in HK. Whereas most cities are interesting in their own unique way, I would never say they are beautiful. Yangshuo, China is one of the most beautiful places we have ever seen. It actually compares on the same scale as New Zealand and the Rocky Mountains in Canada and Colorado. This was also the only place in China that you could honestly stay for a full week with things to see and do everyday. Shanghai and Beijing... you're bored after three days unless you’re a shopper. What make’s Yangshuo so exceptional is the limestone karst mountains and all the caves and underground rivers within the mountains. If you have ever seen Chinese paintings showing ranges of pointed mountains, they were painted in Yangshuo.

Our first day was spent on a ferry down the Li River. We thought there would be four or five ferries. Oh no... there was like 30 or 40 of them. They would float down the river in a line while every once in a while a ferry would overtake another one to give their passengers better photo opportunities. I know it sounds like it was crowded, but it wasn't. The only time when you had any idea how many ferries there were was after the passengers were dropped off at the end and the ferries turned around to head back up the river. That was when we could see how many ferries there were as they all passed us.

The Chinese have definitely learned how to cash in on the uniqueness of their land. Not only are there dozens and dozens of tour operators offering everything from bike tours to raft rides down the river to mud baths in limestone caves, but they have the souvenir thing down. The drop off point from the ferries for the tourists is inundated by stand after stand selling every type of Chinese trinket you can think of. The worst part is you can't even pick up something to look at it. If you don't buy it they yell and cuss at you in Chinese.

That evening we watched a Chinese traditional way of fishing with Cormorant birds. As soon as it was dark, we headed out on the river in a small motor boat where we met up with an old man on a long bamboo raft. Tied to his raft were about 7 or 8 Cormorant birds with a string tied around their neck and another string tied around one of their feet. The string tied around the neck kept the bird from swallowing the fish it was catching. After bright lights were turned on to attract the fish the old man would push the birds into the river where they proceeded to dive down and catch the fish. When a bird was looking "full", using a long bamboo pole, the man would grab the string attached to the bird’s leg and pull it in. The fisherman would make the bird regurgitate it's caught fish then throw it back in the water to keep fishing. They obviously no longer fish like this, it is a novelty now for the tourists. At the end of it the man would take the strings off the birds neck and allow them to eat the fish they had caught. It was a very interesting thing to see. And to think the Chinese actually used to fish like this.

The next day Troy and I hired a guide to take us on a bike ride. The previous day we had tried to find our own bike route but ended up in old villages or on busy streets. Hiring the guide was well worth it because she took us to view some of the most amazing scenery there is. First we had to get past a group of 50 Chinese tourists on bikes. They were following a guide on a small motor bike with a huge flag attached to the back so the bikers knew who to follow. I swear, if the Chinese didn't have a flag to follow they would ride straight into the river. On our bike ride we came across farmers plowing their rice fields using oxen, saw how peanuts are grown (did you know they are a root) and got charged twice as much for an .18 cent bottle of water (the cashier girl thought she was sly for ripping us off).

There was one thing about Yangshuo that we were not sure if we liked or not: There were a lot of westerners.
We didn't like it because:
1) There were a lot of westerners (duh)
2) There was not much of a Chinese feel to the place
But we liked that there were a lot of westerners because:
1) Most everyone spoke English in the hotels and restaurants
2) There were a lot of western restaurants, coffee shops, bars and cafes to choose from.

Some smart foreigner at one point must have told a restaurant owner to serve Mexican food because everywhere we turned were burritos, enchiladas and fajitas (mmm… fajitas). This may not sound like a weird thing but trust me when I say Mexican food and China does not go together. We did make the mistake of eating at a restaurant that served steamed rat, grilled snake and fried dog. I kept telling myself "This is beef in my burrito, this is beef in my burrito!"

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