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Yunnan Travel Guide

Earlier this year we toured Yunnan Provine for CNY and I just found my notes. Without a doubt it’s a must see part of China and, like many places, it’s important that you’re well-read on the area before you go and avoid being shoehorned by the locals in to the main tourist traps.

Here’s my top 10 tips for getting the best out of Yunnan:

1. The ‘deluxe’ in deluxe bus from Dali to Lijiang, for which you’ll pay 65rmb (15 extra), just means it has a toilet on board and is supposedly half an hour quicker. Otherwise it is massively cramped and the driver uses two controls – accelerate and horn. My advice; buy two seats and spread out.

Urban Transport

2. There is normally a charge to get into Shihe, a very worthwhile town outside Lijiang. Circumnavigate it by coming in from the north of town. Head towards the entrance to the Banyan Tree Hotel and there’s a gate – the guards are indifferent.

Shihi

3. In lijiang rent bikes from Chairman Mao square just outside of the old town. Price is the same and quality much better… and they give you a hand drawn map which is only good for taking you from the rental station to their countryside cafe.

TianShengYing

4. If you get sick of everything coming knee deep in oil (seemingly the Yunnanese way) there’s nothing better than an order of steamed Baozi. Look for the metal baskets stacked on steamers outside. The muslim Bai people have some phenomenal ones with peanut and honey inside.

Shihi

5. Have a flashlight or candle ready if you’re wandering around the Lijiang old town at night during high season. Then you can nonchalantly carry on with dinner like a local when the electricity gets overloaded and cuts out the whole neighbourhood.

Lijiang Black Out

6. Wear a football shirt that says Rooney on the back, get your signature hand ready and lap up the attention. Be prepared to be photographed all night – don’t forget that most of the people you’ll see will be tourists from deeper China.

Rubberneck

7. Most people speal Mandarin and plenty speak English. It’s actually easier to communicate as the locals are not insistent on using Shanghainese.

Rustled Up

8. Cyling around Erhai lake next to Dali is a gruelling 120km affair. The West half is a main road where vehicles will constantly be on their horns. The East half is a bumpy monotonous gravel road under construction (2010). The best section runs across the north side from XiZhouZhen to TianShengYing (an interesting, bustling local town) -[map route] then get the ferry back across.

TianShengYing

9. The mountain trail above Dali has some breathtaking scenery. Its fully paved, barely goes beyond a gradual slope and isn’t as cold as they say. Ignore the other tourists who are dressed for Siberia. Save your film for the last section of the path when you’ll be more directly about the town.

Dali Range

10. The BaiShan white Mountains to the North of Lijiang are very picturesque but nothing special if you’ve seen the Alps, Rockies, Patagonia or the Pennines. It’s also feels a rip-off to go there, you’ll pay around 200RMB (each) through the nose at a tollbooth to get into the area and another 200RMB to go up one of the cable cars. You’ll also feel like a yak by the time you finish being herded through the ticket office, onto a bus and up the mountain (once you’ve bought a ticket it takes about 90 mins of ballache to get to the top).

Yak Meadow

Where we stayed:

Dali: The Jade Emu
It’s a stone’s throw outside the walls of the city to the West… so cheaper than inside and a safe retreat from the bustle. Nice courtyard and a backpacker vibe.

Lijiang: The Tea
Up on the top of the hill with a breathtaking view over the old town. Pay extra for a balcony room – it’s worth it. They have two or three locations so make sure you stay in the Lion’s Hill venue… the others are nowhere near as good.

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Yunnan through a Lomo

Market Haze

We finally got the Lomo LC-A fixed and working again. This ugly Russian ex-spy-camera with the leaky lens can take some phenomenal shots.

More photos here.

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Lijiang, Yunnan

Baishan Temple

Okay so the Chinese New Year holiday finally got the better of us and in the absence of a sleeper bus to Shangri-la we turned down the 8 hour daytime coach and instead headed to Lijiang early.

Two accidents, two hours of standing traffic and two hundred thousand beeps of the horn later and all the associated stress fizzled away as we were led by the energetic bell boy through the twisting winding cobbled back alleyways of Lijiang’s old town. Red lantern’s everywhere, around every corner a new smell and a curious courtyard.

Of course the tourists made it here too (as if we aren’t) and during the day the lanes are rammed full of people trying out the local delicacies: fried round rice pancakes (oil), autonomous machine made walnut balls (delicious), instruments made from gourd, lumps of slightly preserved pork (avoided) and anything you can possibly make with yak milk.
We cycled up to Baisan, a less developed (but heading that way) village full of cows and dogs and the traditionally dressed Naxi people all who got about their day whilst we tried to understand a really badly drawn map. In fact, we may not have even been in Baisan at all but the “backpacker joe’s” style coffee bars in amongst the hay and piles of trash kind of indicated we had made it.

Up and over the hills to the east we hit cowboy country… or at least a collection of ramshackle hamlets around a huge lake, full to the hilt with tourists on horses. We managed to find an empty, peaceful spot (where a particular ramshackle hut had seen it’s end) and sat surrounded by some rare birds whilst an old man in a canoe punted over to offer us some pretty dodgy looking dried fish. We politely refused.

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Dali, Yunnan

Dali
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More photos here.

In the river basin of the Erhai lake (5th largest in China), Dali dates back to the beginning of UNESCO status… when everything got swapped out for factory-made handicraft huts and the Han people moved in to sell barbeque food on sticks.

Not that I like to cut places apart – but Dali is essentially an historical town, stripped back to quaint streams and aligned pagodas and then filled with sticky tourist traps. The flip side is that the tourists themselves offer enough of a sight – herding around the old guy dressed in a samurai outfit and the aerial view of the city from one of the gate’s parapets… and lining up to take their photo with the white people.

At night Dali really comes alive. The cobbled streets are lined with venues to cater for all tastes: here a late night stool-&-table restaurant for MahJong; there a live music spot for the foreigners and over there – a sticky-floor boozer for the English. It really works in a bohemian way and it’s worth the trip to wander around and soak it all in.

Above Dali is the Cangshan mountain where an 11km paved path links a gondola (German made – phew) and a chairlift (hold your breath as it plays communist anthems). The views are superb looking down on Dali and the lake as it wraps around the mountainside. We didn’t soak the vista in as we were running the path in training gear – counting instead the number of shocked tourists scrambling for their cameras.

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Baishan Temple

CNY in Kunming

This Yunnan hub could be one of many middle size Chinese cities: a couple of odd looking skyscrapers; a couple hundred malls and a modernized old town (which means they swapped absolutely everything for grey concrete blocks and stuck a few traditional doors on here and there). It feels a world apart from Harbin - less endangered, more relaxed with, dare I say it, easy going taxi drivers.

We stayed in the Seagull Hotel on Seagull Lake, Kunming’s main tourist attraction: here you can wander the handful of islands, flail around on the water until you suffocate in an inflated plastic bubble and buy a dozen stale hot-dog rolls to feed to the few thousand seagulls bobbing around on the water. Every so often they flock to critical mass and swoop past the terrified tourists standing on the bridges – perhaps hoping that one of them will fall in. We were hoping too.

This being Chinese New Year we wandered the streets after dinner (which had been thankfully pre-arranged by a friend) watching the fireworks… ending up in the main square where locals launched military grade rockets out of empty beer bottles and tried to get hot air balloon style lanterns into the air without getting them caught in the square’s only tree.

Of course we all know China goes crazy for fireworks during the new year but at 5am when the booms were getting bigger I did wonder if Japan had made a move.

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