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Barry from Australia is a questioning soul who looks at social issues from an alternative point of view and instead of asking, “Why?”, he asks “Why not?” He’s convinced that many of his previous incarnations were spent in China. He feels drawn to the people there; attracted by their rich culture and way of life. If given one wish from God, he’d reply, “I want everyone on Earth to be the same colour, speak the same language, and treat each other as they themselves would like to be treated.”
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My China Trip - Day 6 我的中国之行—第6天    

By Barry Pittman
6078 Views | 22 Comments | 5/31/2014 9:01:46 PM

Tina and I awoke without delay, as is the custom in China.  From early on, often a cacophony of sounds drifts up from the streets, assaulting one's ears, ranging from blaring car horns through to street vendors crying out, plus the often quite loud conversations held by people going about their day to day business.

I've noticed that many Chinese folk talk quite loudly.  This morning for example, I was gazing at a young Chinese girl who looked quite pretty until she opened her mouth  - what came out resembled a foghorn from the Queen Mary!  This shouting in public happens frequently.  The same thing happened last night. We were having dinner on one side of the street at a little sidewalk cafe, whilst being able to clearly hear the conversation going on from half a dozen or so people who were having a whale of a time on the other side of the street, talking about something in quite an animated manner. So many Chinese for some reason treat the person they're talking to as being half deaf, feeling the need to almost shout, when who they're chatting to is less than a metre away!

Today was going to be a challenging one.  We'd planned to walk down most of the mountain, back to the farmer's hotel near Qingyin Pavilion in the foothills where we'd spent the night a few days earlier.  It was located near the pristine lake that resembled something out of the Swiss Alps, with a myriad trees being reflected from its smooth, glassy surface.

It was an ambitious strategy. A big hike. But each of us had felt better from our two day stay at the Mt Emei village near the summit.  I was hoping that the really aggravating deep muscle ache in the middle of my back caused by the weight of the backpack wouldn't again rear its ugly head. This back pain was really annoying, as even with the pack off, the deep muscle ache remained.

I was quite relieved that though the muscles in my legs were a little sore, they weren't particularly bad, given I'd just climbed around ten thousand steps with a heavy pack.  Obviously the many grueling hours on the treadmill performed as training for this climb were showing clear and beneficial results.  There'd be no way that an average person who hadn't specially prepared him or her self physically for this quest would be able to do it without becoming mighty sore and sorry for himself indeed.

As noted previously, Tina's physical stamina was exceptional. I'd never seen anyone of her ability before, as far as carrying weight for hour after hour with nil whinging or whining whatsoever were concerned. Despite her admirable "stiff upper lip" attitude, I knew she was hurting a little, it was just that I was hurting worse, so unfortunately I couldn't offer much assistance.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going - that was her mantra and her ballsy actions reflected this. I was certainly no slouch as far as long distance walking was concerned but over the past two or three days, Tina had made me look like a fifty pound weakling. I shall never forget this.

For the long downward journey, Tina graciously volunteered to add extra weight to her pack, thus making mine lighter.  I now only had to carry about ten kgs and she was carrying about twenty.  A truly remarkable feat from such a slender framed lady.

The weight of Tina's backpack was now nearly forty per cent of her body weight and this needed to be transported down several thousand steps. Whereas my pack was just one eighth of my body weight.  The harsh statistics speak for themselves.

We began the descent in good spirits.  We passed many hikers going the opposite way, walking UP the mountain   Most of these were young people in their late teens or twenties. Most of them looked absolutely knackered, walking up painfully slowly. There were hardly any older people.This helped me appreciate that I'd indeed performed a creditable feat hiking up this lovely yet challenging and somewhat unknown part of China.

Tina and I bounded down the steps at a quick pace.  I reckoned that walking down took only about twenty per cent of the effort of walking up.  Because of my long legs, often I'd stride down two steps at a time, yet Tina would still keep pace with me, despite having shorter legs and carrying double the weight as I was.  This remarkable Chinese woman seemed to have the ability of a ballerina, being able to deftly position and move her feet in double quick time, like a multi-legged centipede.  I simply couldn't move my legs as rapidly as she could move hers. 

After about five hours of rapid descent, the aches and pains in my body slowly began to unwelcomely reappear. Another hour later and they began to become intrusive.  I wasn't feeling good.  We hadn't eaten all day and that didn't help matters. Tina was feeling a bit sore but reasonable.  

This time however, I had a strategy for my pain. I stopped and extracted a couple of aspirin from her backpack.  I rarely take such pills but sometimes they're necessary.  Fortunately soon they made my aching back bearable.  Not particularly good, but tolerable.

At one stage I was following an Italian couple in their twenties who looked like serious backpackers.  They were moving just as quickly as we were, pushing their way through the dawdling Chinese day tourists that were getting thicker, the more we descended.  Suddenly the Italian girl stumbled and fell flat on her face in front of me.  This is something I'd been very careful not to do over the past few days.  When tired, it's quite easy to be affected by the change in centre of gravity of one's body caused by a weighty backpack, leading to painful lessons like this. The girl looked strange, closely embracing the concrete with her face as she tumbled over. She cried out, "Aldo!  Aldo!" to her male companion, who turned and came running back to her.

But Tina and I were on a mission - we couldn't stop.  Racing in high gear, we pushed on fast and furiously through the madding crowds at the base of the mountain. We indeed had a second wind and could almost smell the inviting scent of our target hotel that was getting closer and closer to us with every purposeful stride.

Within another hour of very brisk walk, finally we reached the hotel. Thank God!  After seven hours of arduous effort, I was exhausted.  Tina was tired also yet still more sprightly than me, an amazing effort given the significant weight she'd been carrying all day.

Every day of my trip so far when eating a meal, I'd pull out my travel pack of knife, fork and spoon.  I'd never use chopsticks. Just too awkward and difficult to handle for a clumsy Westerner like me!  I can report that every day I receive some very curious looks as well as laughter from people in the eating areas who've seen me using my knife and fork.  Tonight proved not to be an exception to this, with two people walking up to our table as I was having dinner in the hotel and simply staring at me as I ate, as if I was a lab rat that needed to be studied.  My knife and fork provide plenty of entertainment for the Chinese, some of whom act as if they've never in all their lives seen such strange eating implements.

The young seventeen year old girl serving us dinner asked me how old I was.  

I replied, "How old do you think I am?"

She said, "Maybe around forty?"

I responded, "No, I'll be 60 later this year."

The girl couldn't believe it.  Her mouth dropped open. Tina also said that I don't look like most 60 year olds.  I felt a little chuffed at this, but then again, I'm not so vain as to think I look anywhere near what a forty year old does. Tina's monk friend the other day said I looked around fifty, so let's settle for this!

Tina told me that she visits Mt Emei once per week, every week. But she never comes here on a weekend. She deplores the crowds, far preferring to hike around by herself. She feels a spiritual kinship with the region and has formed bonds of friendship with some of the locals that she sees on a semi-regular basis.  On this trip, I've noticed more slightly overweight Chinese are evident than what I'd expected.  Especially some of the children. This appears to reflect one of the negative legacies adopted from the West, traditional Chinese cuisine in some quarters is being sadly replaced by junk food. Combine that with sitting all day in front of a computer playing games or watching TV and what do you get?

In any case, Tina and I had completed our mission for the day.  Hallelujah!

The manager of the hotel was happy to see us again, the only thing being that given it was a weekend, we no longer could have separate rooms, but only one with two single beds in it. Beggars can't be choosers, so we happily accepted this.  Both of us feeling pretty well stuffed, I was sure no hanky panky was to occur on this night that indeed proved to be the case.

Though we weren't at the very bottom of Mt Emei, we were close enough to it. Tomorrow we'd planned to descend right to the base hotel we'd spent night one, to collect a few items we'd left there for storage. We then were to travel to Tina's home town of Shawan by either bus or taxi.

Things were heating up between Tina and I. I'm not necessarily referring just in a physical sense, but in an overall emotional one. Both of us had been blistered by the blowtorch of adversity over the past few days and had bonded together much more intensely than if we'd merely been sitting in cafes sipping lattes or cappuchinos.  This slender lady had passed the test with flying colours in my eyes - I hoped that she felt the same way about me.  The fact that she had now invited me to her home town was a significant event, the unspoken importance of which didn't escape me.

Chinese dating in my case at least, was proving to be a fascinating experience. To anyone contemplating it, I recommend don't be in a rush to meet your partner.  Take things step by step.  Tina and I for example, had spoken nearly every day via webcam for seven odd months.  This meant that when we finally met at the airport, we weren't meeting a relative stranger, but a good friend.  If things didn't ultimately work out well between us, then it wouldn't be for lack of preparation, consideration or effort.


我注意到好多中国人说话都特别的大声。比如今天早上,我看到一个看起来非常漂亮的中国小姑娘,直到她开口讲话--- 她发出的声音就象是玛丽皇后的喇叭声。在公共场合经常有人这样大声的说话。所以,很多中国人不知出于哪些原因讲话的时候就好象对方是半个聋子一样大声。


















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#2014-06-07 12:28:08 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Barry, I suspect my asking this is going to come back to haunt me in more ways than one, but are you really not going to give us the slightest hint at what transpired in the warming up of Tina after she climbed in under your covers?

What kind of a tease was that? And I mean at more than one level! (doh)

#2014-06-07 13:10:48 by anonymous10276 @anonymous10276

I couldn't help laughing at John's question, for I guess every one read this blog series is having the same question in mind. To ask this, John is so cute ...
I can only guess, based on photo #1 here, Tina's body language ... much more intimacy developed between them...
Sincerely wish Barry and Tina love and happiness forever.

#2014-06-07 13:27:00 by woaizhongguo @woaizhongguo

Hi Barry,
Coming late to the party hear but have really enjoyed your blog of the trip. Some excellent advice and insight. As far as I know, it is the first of its kind on the site and will be of tremendous use to others. I have hiked Mt. Emei as well, so I can feel your pain. IMO, it is not the carrying the backpack that causes the major physical problems but the fact that there is nothing but concrete steps to walk on most of the way. I admire you and Tina especially because my Chinese girlfriend and I took the bus down. We also caught the suspended cable car up to the top to try to see the sunrise. Had I caught the blog earlier, I probably would have recommended both of those alternatives, although hiking up and down is damn impressive. The stuff on squat toilets is hilarious. Don't be surprised to find footmarks on the toilet seat if you get Tina back to a place with a Western toilet. Many Chinese girls I know deal withe Western toilets that way, with the risk of hurting yourself even greater I imagine. I lived in Chengdu for more than four years so if you have any questions I would be happy to help. Hope you get to see the Pandas. Thanks again for writing this and good luck. Things sound promising

#2014-06-07 22:32:34 by Barry1 @Barry1


"are you really not going to give us the slightest hint at what transpired in the warming up of Tina after she climbed in under your covers?"

Thanks for your enquiry, John.

Let me say however, that a smart man recently advised me, "true gentleman are discreet", or words to that effect.

So as much as I'd like to blurt out to the world what may - or may not - have happened in the warm bed on that cold night up in Emei village, my lips remain sealed, at least for this stage of the story.

Sorry about that, but as an undeniable gentleman yourself, I'm sure you understand my precarious position here.

#2014-06-07 22:37:23 by Barry1 @Barry1


"Tina's body language"

Ahh, we have a student of body language here - very good indeed. Obviously you're a very intelligent person who can read between the lines, or more accurately, read between the fingertips, the hands, the arms and the toes. They don't lie, the way that mere words can.

Thank you so much for your good wishes, Anon10276..... I wish the same to you also.

#2014-06-07 22:55:48 by Barry1 @Barry1


Thank you so much for your interesting words, woaizhongguo - sorry that I don't know your English name.

I'll be heading to Chengdu again in just a day or two. This coming Tuesday. Tina has planned to take me on a trip to the Jiuzhaigou Valley area. If I had some spare time, it'd be nice to catch up with you, though I'm unsure of exactly where you're located now? We'll be going on a bus or coach, stopping in Chengdu and then maybe transferring to another bus.

Judging by your name, it sounds like you have at least a working knowledge of Mandarin. If so, I commend you, because it's such a difficult language to learn.

It's interesting that you've been in China for four years, I assume you have a job here, maybe as an English teacher? I've heard the only real way to live in China semi-permanently is to be able to prove you have a job here? My current visa goes for six months with a maximum stay of 60 days on each trip.

It's great to hear you've conquered Mt Emei as well. I'll be better prepared next time, on many different levels.

Hilarious to hear about ladies squatting on Western toilets I hadn't realized that!

Cheers mate. (y)

#2014-06-08 01:35:45 by YinTingYu @YinTingYu

Hello brother Barry,
Just a reminder,...
Man, I really hope You and Tina find the good relations !!
Take that sweet caramel/cream skinned beauty to your breast.
Set your sights forward and never look back !!!!

Actually,...I sense is what Tina looks for as well.
I think she wishes for good man to lead and give her a happy life (if possible).
Oh,...You can do brother !!
Dog gonnit' !!!
You both have been searching for so long !!
Is now the time to release all previous expectations and "Go For It" !!
Really man,...what do you have to loose ???
Could turn out to be best thing ever happen for each of you.
Just gives reminder/suggestions.
Ah,...Peace and Blessings to each,...
Yin Ting Yu,...aka. Gongji

#2014-06-08 05:53:26 by anonymous10289 @anonymous10289

Some people have commented on Barry's checkered shirt. But has anyone noticed Tina's monkey shorts? Are 猴子短裤 very popular in China right now? I typed 猴子短裤 in Taobao and thousands of results came up. They are super cute!

#2014-06-08 07:58:47 by mao1970 @mao1970


#2014-06-08 09:49:06 by sky810 @sky810

Hahahaa, New Zealand guy, forget all your chatting with Tina, it seems "Action Sound Louder than words" . See Tina's body language? She is like a teenager in love with her guy 8)

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