Showing posts with label hiking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hiking. Show all posts

Friday, 15 May 2015

Hangzhou, China

When people talk about Hangzhou, the first thing they mention is the West Lake. Yeah, it's beautiful and enchanting (I devoted an entire entry to it). However, I was also surprised by the lesser-known attractions in the city that make it such an exciting place to visit. 

First, let's talk about the food. I found it to be among the best in China. The flavors were a little sweet, very delicate, and well prepared. CNN even did a recent article about my hotel's restaurant - which was rated among Asia's top 50 restaurants (#34). The most amazing dish for me was a roasted pork pyramid, which was basically a tower of bacon that you peel apart and stuff into a puffy steamed pancake. Clearly not a very healthy choice, but it was well worth the indulgence!


Jin pai kou rou (Dongpo Pork Pyramid) - truly mouthwatering!

Of course there are always some unappetizing food options in China, but the more frightening foods are also the ones that provide the best memories. One night, the local staff took me out to a restaurant that served a dish that still turns my stomach. It was a soup containing raw prawns that were flopping around in a rice wine, tomato and vinegar broth. I was instructed to eat them whole - including the shells, heads, and antennae. "Don't worry, they will die in the alcohol", I was told. The sweet, tangy flavor of the liquid, mixed with the biting crunch of the shells is something I will not soon forget. 


This is one soup I never want to try again!

Of course, China wouldn't be complete without some religious sites and swarms of tourists. The most famous is Leifeng Pagoda, which perches atop a hill next to West Lake. The pagoda was originally constructed in the year 975, but the current version is clearly not the original structure because it contains an ultra-modern glass elevator that catapults visitors up to the top level for a view of the city. I decided to take the stairs, which allowed me to see each level separately. There was some nice artwork throughout the pagoda, but I would be lying if I said spent more than 2 minutes breezing through each exhibit.


Modern elevator inside Leifeng Pagoda

They even have escalators if you don't want to climb the steps

Well-decorated interior of the pagoda

The views from the top of the pagoda were really quite nice, despite the swarms of tourists who kept getting in my way with their selfie sticks. 

Views of West Lake from the top of the Leifeng Pagoda

Another must-see destination in Hangzhou is the former residence of Xueyan Hu. Nestled in the middle of the city center, you would never guess that a city block contained anything spectacular. However, inside the high walls was far more than just a home. It was more like a neighborhood, with tiny buildings clustered around beautiful Chinese gardens and coy ponds. 

Beautiful Chinese architecture fills the residence complex

Looking out over the coy pond and some buildings making up the residence

I was truly in awe the entire time, and it almost felt like walking through a miniature (and more beautiful) version of the Forbidden City in Beijing. Visitors are allowed to walk through a majority of the buildings, and some even retain the period furniture and household items. I think part of the appeal for me is that Mr. Hu made his fortune as a merchant and banker, yet he lived like a royalty - with countless women and servants quarters. I could almost imagine the lives of everyone living there. 


I can start to imagine life in this tiny piece of Mr. Hu's residence

Nearby the home is the famous Hefang Street, which is a pedestrian-only street with various touristy items for sale, street stalls selling interesting foods (mostly grilled items on sticks), and some upscale restaurants with traditional Hangzhou specialties. 

Crabs on a stick? Just one of many delicacies on Hefang Street

I didn't buy anything because I'm not really into knickknacks, but Hefang Street should still be on anyone's itinerary because of the interesting characters, traditional architecture, and local souvenirs. 


Walking along Hefang Street

Traditional architecture lining Hefang Street

For people who need more useful items, there are also larger shopping malls and international luxury goods near my hotel. I walked through one of the malls quickly before realizing that sales clerks in China also like to hover as they awkwardly follow you around the store. It's a shame they can't learn more about the western shopping preferences because these tactics totally turn me off of the entire experience. Of course, import duties in China make all the prices higher than Hong Kong anyhow, so I had no real reason to do much shopping.

I was, however, amused when I saw a giant billboard from Gap with the slogan: "Dress Normal". It made me wonder whether this a global slogan or if was it an intentional jab at the lack of style across much of the country? 

Is this the global slogan for Gap or only in China?

The weather was perfect on Sunday, so I hiked up the hill near the edge of Hefang Street to reach City God Pavilion. I was excited to see what was up there, since the unique structure can be seen from all over the city. I didn't have any expectations, so I was pleasantly surprised to see a funny little museum inside. There were statues depicting what I can only assume is ancient traditions meeting modern technology. One statue was of an older woman carrying a bowl, while a younger child stared at a computer. Next to them was another older guy carrying a tablet. There were no other tourists around, so I put aside my pride and took advantage of the photo op. 


Skeptical of what I was seeing...
 
Taking a selfie with the statues. Yes, I have completely lost my mind.


The top levels of the pavilion also provided really beautiful panoramic views of the city, which I think are even better than the other hilltop structures in Hangzhou. 


Views from the top of the pavilion

After leaving the pagoda, I continued hiking up the hill to find several other shrines and temples that were nestled in the woods. I love being able to just wander around aimlessly, without any particular agenda or timeline. I almost felt guilty stopping for just enough time to take a few pictures before rushing off again. Maybe it's because I don't understand the religion, but all shrines just start to look the same after a while. 


Beautiful architecture hides in the trees

A statue remains comfortable in his "home"

The hiking trail was very well defined, and there were even several motivational signs on the way that lauded the fitness efforts of all who hiked up the hill. I don't really need the motivation, but the signs were amusing nonetheless. At the top, there was also a two-story gazebo-type structure that afforded beautiful views of the City God Pavilion and the other sites I had just visited on my way up. Although I had not even walked very far from the surrounding city center, it felt I was miles away.


Views from the hilltop, which felt like miles away from the city

Perhaps my most enjoyable memory from Hangzhou was when I went to a cultural museum near West Lake with a couple of my colleagues. Walking down the street, we were stopped multiple times by groups of students who were practicing English and wanted to interview a tourist. Obviously I stand out from the crowd as a potential English speaking foreigner, so I was a prime target for these interviews. 

Their language skills were wide-ranging, but I loved how their faces lit up when they could actually have a conversation with a native English speaker. They all asked to take a photo with me as "proof" of their interview, and I only wish I could be sitting in that class when they presented their photos and all realized they spoke with the same person!  

One group stood out in particular - not because of their impressive English skills, but because one girl was wearing a shirt that said: "I love weed". Did she know what she was advertising? Probably not...


A group photo with the girls who interviewed me

Before visiting Hangzhou, I had no idea the city would be so full of amazing experiences. From shopping to hiking to cultural attractions, it is a place that truly has something for anyone.

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Easter Weekend in Hong Kong

What is a traditional way to celebrate Easter? Growing up, it revolved around church and spending time with family. In Hong Kong, life is different. Rather than getting my praise on, I spent almost the entire weekend outside with new friends.

On Good Friday, I joined the OutInHK group for an eighteen kilometer hike across the Plover Cove Country trail. To get there, we met at Tai Po Market Station before splitting into groups and sharing taxis to the start of the trail. One thing I love about Hong Kong is that I can get out of the city so easily and enjoy the natural beauty. As we ascended the mountain and looked out at the panoramic views, I already felt like I was on vacation. 

My taxi group is ready for a long and fulfilling day of hiking!
   
Views of the mountain trail looked like an endless quest

The trail traversed across a string of mountain ridges - each with its own unique views and diverse terrain. As we hiked along an endless series of peaks and valleys, it gave us the chance to talk a lot. I felt really fortunate to be part of such a wonderful group. We all come from such different backgrounds, yet we are united in our common love for outdoor adventures.

Candid moment towards the end of the afternoon

Descending onto the final stages of the trail

Mid-conversation about photography, politics, or life in Mongolia

We stopped at most of the high peaks to take pictures, drink water, and reflect on the distance that had already been covered. Some of the conversations were about past hiking adventures, but we got into more engaging topics as the kilometers passed. What brought us to Hong Kong? Where do we see ourselves in the future? What is family life like when we go back home? It's amazing how much you can learn about people when there are no other distractions.

The entire group enjoys a break at one of the open spaces

Towards the end of the hike, we crossed a long dam that separated a reservoir from the main waterway. At this point, we were all excited to be back on flat land because the constant elevation changes started to become taxing. Time for a group selfie. Job well done. 


Selfie at the edge of the reservoir

The long path leading back to civilization

The official ending point was at a small village called Tai Mei Tuk, where we relaxed with some beer and Thai food. We ordered way more food than I thought we could handle, but we were ravenous from an entire day of hiking in the mountains. We even got free dessert, courtesy of some Cantonese speakers in the group. It was the perfect end to a really wonderful day. 

Enjoying Thai dinner after the hike

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The next morning, I kept up the momentum by joining my Saturday morning running buddies for a quick 8km run along Bowen Road in Mid-Levels. Back in the United States, I never used to enjoy running with people, but our small running group has become something I look forward to doing every Saturday that I am at home. It's a great excuse to get myself out of bed and I can start the weekend with some cardio.  

Selfie after an energizing Saturday morning run
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On Easter Sunday, a small group of friends suggested a day trip to go kayaking. For the second time in three days, I ventured deep into the New Territories for outdoor adventures. We met at Sai Kung Pier, which is accessible by taking a train, followed by a long ride in a minibus.

Despite the insanely long line for the minibus, they were arriving in quick succession so I managed to get on after only about 10 minutes of waiting. This was the first time I rode in one of these buses and it was quite an adventure. The drivers like to test the speed limits and I started laughing when I looked up at the monitor behind the driver to see pole dancing classes on TV. (There's nothing like some pole dancing to get your day started). 

Pole dancing lessons on the minibus TV!

When we arrived at Sai Kung, it almost felt like Thailand. I walked along the pier and noticed some ladies in tiny boats, sorting buckets of fresh fish. Along the adjacent street was a string of seafood restaurants - complete with tanks of fresh fish and lots of outdoor seating. 
 
A woman arranges seafood in a boat next to the pier


Restaurants along the waterfront

My friends arrived and we caught a taxi to an even more remote area. When the taxi finally stopped, I wondered if we were in the right place because it just looked like a dead end street in a residential neighborhood.  But, Alfredo assured me that we were in the right place, so we got out and walked down a small paved path and through what looked like someone's private driveway. Then, out of nowhere, I caught a glimpse of a small beach and endless blue water. 


Views from the area where we picked up our kayaks - beautiful!

We picked up our kayaks from a local guy, secured our gear into lockers, and set off for a day on the water. The first stop was at a small beach in front of the little mountain on the left side. When we pulled up on the shore, it felt like hundreds of miles away from civilization. We had some snacks, went in the water (which was really cold), and relaxed on our private beach. 

Staking claim to our private beach

After a little while, we got back into our kayaks and rowed out to a rock formation in the middle of the water.  When we got closer, we noticed that the rocks were covered in barnacles, so it was not possible to conquer the island like our original plan. Instead, we just floated around and chatted about nothing. It was truly the most relaxed I have felt in a long time. 

Floating around aimlessly

Woody sleeping on his kayak near the shore

Eventually, we decided to row again and we ended up at yet another beach that was just around the opposite shore from the one we had stopped at earlier. We played some card games on the sand and observed my skin gradually turn to a deeper red color. At this point, there was another small group on the beach, so we asked them to take our picture and set off to return our kayaks. 


A collage of photos taken by EJ from our day of kayaking

By this point, we were pretty far from the place where we started, so it was quite a workout getting back. We took frequent breaks and eventually pulled up on the sand. 

Our kayaks dock on the sand after a long but relaxing day

The owner of the shop said a few parting words to us in Cantonese before we got back into a taxi bound for Sai Kung Pier. I was really excited to try the seafood restaurants, but we first decided to have a "happy hour" at a shop with a huge selection of craft beer from around the world. It was truly the best selection of beer I have ever seen since arriving in Hong Kong.  

As we sat in front of the shop and watched people walk by, it felt oddly like being in Cape Cod, or some other beach town. We went to one of the restaurants and allowed our local expert to order for us. The food was really quite amazing. I even tried some salt & pepper fried prawns - including the shells and the heads. Life is a constant adventure!


On my way home, I felt a little burnt, but a lot happy. This weekend may not have been the traditional Easter that I enjoyed growing up, but it started a new tradition of enjoying outdoor adventures with amazing people. I made new friends, strengthened existing friendships, and explored new areas that I had never even heard of before. Anyone who thinks Hong Kong is just a series of skyscrapers along Victoria Harbour has a lot of exploring to do!

Happy Easter!

Monday, 28 April 2014

Hiking in the Blue Mountains

The demographics of Australia are really interesting to me.  The country is one of the most urbanized in the world (89% of the population lives in cities), but it also has the third lowest population density in the world (7.4 people per square mile).  With so much uninhabited land, it only makes sense that tourists visit the beautiful countryside. 

I learned that it is possible to hike in the Blue Mountains without even renting a car, so I woke up early and boarded a train at Central station for the 2 hour trip.  


Boarding the train to Katoomba at Central Station

I was really impressed by the trains in Sydney.  They were clean, people were quiet, and the seats can be re-configured if passengers want to face the row behind them (good for groups of 4 that want to have a conversation with each other).  

The only down-side is that it seemed to stop in each town, which lengthened the journey quite a bit.  At least I got to snicker at some of the town names, which included: Blacktown, Emu Plains, Warrimoo, and Bullaburra. 

My stop was Katoomba, which serves as the gateway to the most famous sites in the Blue Mountains.  As soon as I stepped out of the station, I was greeted by a "hop-on, hop-off" bus service (of course I didn't have any interest in that).  The walk towards the mountain ridge is only about 15 minutes and if people can't handle that, they probably shouldn't be visiting the mountains in the first place!  

To say that Katoomba is a small town would be an understatement. The main commercial street was comprised mostly of family-owned restaurants, antique shops, and sporting apparel stores. I was sad to see Aldi and Woolworth's, which serve as a reminder that global chains have invaded even the smallest towns. 


That's right - just one school for all students in Katoomba

I decided to get the touristy stuff over with first, so I walked over to the visitor center for a view of the "Three Sisters". This is a rock formation that was made famous by Aboriginal legend which describes three women who turned to stone after a tribal battle.  To be honest, I didn't see anything that resembled sisters, but maybe I just take things too literally.  After all, I do come from a country that carves faces into a mountain for tourism purposes. 


View of the 3 Sisters from the visitor observation deck

I think the most entertaining part of the Visitor's Center was watching all the Asian tourists, who just snapped a quick photo of the 3 Sisters, before returning quickly to their tour bus.  I don't think they even took the time to enjoy a panoramic view of the mountain ridge!

As my final obligation to touristy activities, I trekked down a path that actually allows people to step onto one of the "sisters".  I dutifully followed the slow queue of people just so I could take a few photos and enjoy the view.  

I was unimpressed by the crowds

Despite a sign that warned "very steep - strong walkers only", there were quite a few "weak" walkers that held up the entire process. On the bright side, the view was well worth the wait. 


View of the mountain ridge from the 3 Sisters

At this point, I was ready for a more solitary adventure, so I continued along the mountain ridge to discover the road less traveled.  It was so peaceful to walk through the trees, hearing only the sounds of running water and the calm wind. 

Path along the less-touristic area of the Blue Mountains

Every so often, I would approach a clearing where I could enjoy the gorgeous views.  It felt like there was no one for miles, even though I knew that hundreds of people were nearby, taking mindless photos from the visitor center.   


With no one around, I was forced to take a selfie...

Once the sun began to set, I started thinking about all the deadly animals in Australia and decided that it was time to head back to the road.  Without realizing it, I had hiked all the way over to the next village.  I hailed the next taxi and boarded my train back to the hotel.   

All in all, it was a wonderful day outside the city.  With such easy access from Sydney, it makes sense that the Blue Mountains would be swarming with tourists.  But, all I had to do was venture away from the biggest attraction to enjoy some peaceful solitude.  

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Thanksgiving in Italy

The day started just like any other traditional Thanksgiving:  I woke up and looked out the window at the Italian countryside.  Ok, maybe it was not so traditional - but we were certainly prepared to make the holiday as authentic as it can be in the middle of Italy.  

A few of us went to the local grocery store in the morning to search for all the items we would need for the foods that we would be eating if we were at home.  Surprisingly, most things were easy enough to find.  One surprising exception was bread, which all seemed to have a crusty exterior that doesn't quite work for stuffing.  Of course, the most important item for the day (wine) was in plentiful supply. 

Brian and his aunt were well prepared for the lack of turkeys in Italian butcher shops, so they ordered one in advance.  To my surprise, we ended up with a fresh one (so fresh, in fact, that it still had some feathers attached)!   


The centerpiece of our Thanksgiving dinner.

Nick also predicted difficulty in finding cranberries, so he brought a bag all the way from the US.  He was talking about how Massachusetts is a huge provider of the world's cranberry stock, so I did some research and  learned some interesting random facts about the cranberry:
-  It is one of only 3 commerically-grown fruits native to North America. 
- It is Massachusetts' #1 agricultural commodity crop and Massachusetts is home to 40% of all cranberry growers in North America.  (Who knew there was agriculture in Massachusetts?!)

Shortly after returning to the villa with groceries, the cooking activities had begun and the first bottle of wine was uncorked.  I am not much of a chef (I haven't even cooked a meal for myself since August), so I just took the role of prep and support.   

By mid-afternoon, Brian had suggested a hike in the hills around the villa, which was the perfect activity for me.  We hadn't done any physical activity since the marathon (4 days ago), so it felt nice to get outside and actually stretch out my leg muscles a bit.  Our task for the hike was to come back with a "table-scape" (too much influence from the Food Network), so we grabbed some leaves and twigs on the way back.    


Views from our hike

Doing some activity for the first time in 4 days.

Vineyards (post-harvest)

Throughout the afternoon, our kitchen was remarkably efficient.  Emily and Nick took the roles of head chefs and the rest of us stayed busy with various tasks and, of course, more wine drinking.  

Nick and Jason slice apples for the pie

Brian sautees leeks for something (gravy? stuffing?)

Paul prepares some sausage stuffing.

Emily prepares the brussels sprouts

Brian and Paul test the mashed potatoes. 

There was also a lot of hanging around with wine. 

Our Italian neighbors arrived just as the food was finishing and it was finally time to sit down and see if our cooking was up to standards.  It's hard to know whether Italians would enjoy traditional American dishes but I think the flavors are universal enough to appeal to almost anyone.  With a toast of champagne, it was time to dig in.  

Toasting to start the Thanksgiving Dinner

I was pleased to see the Italians not only filling their plates for one course but actually returning to the buffet for second helpings.  They obviously understand how to eat like Americans on this holiday.  

Here's a picture of the entire group at the table

After we finished eating, we even taught the Italians about breaking the wishbone.  The only tradition that seemed to be missing was an American football game, but I guess I can forgive Italian tv coverage for not offering this as an option.

2013 marked the fourth time I have been out of the country for Thanksgiving and, of all four years, it definitely felt the most like being at home.  (Last year in Istanbul, the only thing that reminded me of Thanksgiving was the fact that we were in Turkey).  This year, reminders of home were just what I needed and I'm thankful to my friends for making it happen.