The sun was down as we walked along the
side of the 40 foot wall surrounding the inner city of Xi'an. The
path, along a forested park between the wall and a deep moat, was
busy with the citizens of Xi'an enjoying the cool evening. There were
people in groups of 10 or 15 performing slow dances in unison that
were like aerobics in slow motion, many dogs – all loose, not a
leash in sight – took advantage of their daily opportunity outside
(no dogs from 7 am – 7 pm allowed), young couples strolling hand in
hand, and even a few men engaged a serious game of badminton.
This beautiful ending to our day began
what seems like a long time ago, at 4:45 am, when our wake up call
alerted us that we had reached the end of our Beijing visit. A groggy
ride to the airport and a uneventful flight on China Eastern Airlines
brought us to Xi'an (Cee-Anne). The name literally means “Western
Peace.” The origin of the Dynastic era began here with the rise in
power of the Qin Dynasty. We were in for a taste of 3,100 years of
history.
Our first stop was a short walk on the
top of the city wall. Fourteen kilometers square, the wall encloses
the old city. It was constructed during the Tang dynasty (618 -907)
to keep out invaders. There are 14 gates to the wall with archery
towers spaced throughout the perimeter. The wall is about 45 feet
wide making it very suitable for walking and bicycling.
Unfortunately, a summer storm was approaching so our walk had to be
cut a bit short.
From the wall we made our way to the
restaurant for lunch. Along the route I caught this shot of a typical
Xi'an electrical pole. Lucky they don't get ice storms here.
The highlight of our lunch was a noodle
soup where a chef hand tossed the noodles from dough in front of us –
delicious! After lunch we visited a very memorable Shaanxi History
Museum (named for the Province that Xi'an is a part of). The museum
is made up of 4 main halls covering 300,000 artifacts from
prehistoric age (>1 million years ago) to roughly 500 BC.
After the museum we made a short stop
to check into our hotel, the Grand Metropark Hotel, and then off to dinner. It was the worst meal
yet. On the way back to the hotel, Lucie, Jean, Danielle and I
decided to get dropped off so we could walk back. Making our way
along the path next to the wall turned out to be the highlight of the
day. Tomorrow, the Terracotta Army, I can't wait!
Dear Andy
ReplyDeleteI think that what you called a nuclear plant is... a coal burning power station... (or else why the big chimney?)!