Yangtze mementoes: Part 2

Zhangjiajie. May 28th.

We arrived via a midnight bus. In the darkness, the sharp craggy karst mountains seem to stand an eerie and silent sentinel. The bus rattled over a portion of a stony untarred road. The next morning we were gliding smoothly in a boat over green water mirroring the sharp karst rock formations overhead. Lake Baofeng – a conglomeration of natural and human forces in the highlands. A Tujia young woman sang to us out of her limpid existence in a boat-hut. A Tujia young man was talking on his cellphone, almost oblivious to us as we slid past his raft moored near a wall of rock. The Tujia – a minority that makes up the majority of the population of Zhangjiajie. Our bus wound downhill on the ribbon-road that wraps itself about the mountain. Some Tujia who work uphill hitched the bus to return home downhill. They did not take any seat. A tanned young girl stood clutching to a pole, her thighs glued to my knees where I sat. Her jewellery shone a pale rainbow as she deftly fingered the Mandarin text on her cellphone. When she stared listlessly into the road ahead, my eyes wandered to the green waters tumbling over rocks in the rivulet that runs beneath the ribbon-road, and the mud houses dotting the mountainside.

Lake Baofeng

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~ by musafiremes on June 9, 2007.

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