I wish I'd bought the plastic bag outfit
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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Where I stayed
Old Street Youth Hostel
All four of us were sat at the back and I was next to a Chinese guy who we ended up having a really insightful conversation with all about Chinese culture and politics
Mount Huang, also known as the 'Yellow Mountain' is on the UNESCO World Cultural and Natural Heritage List and is the inspiration for many Chinese painters and poets. The well known Chinese saying is that "There is no need to see any other mountain after Huangshan". Its famous granite peaks which reach 1864m were formed 100 million years ago and are well known for having an atmosphere which facilitates the growing of green tea. It is also famous for its sea of clouds that swirl around creating an eerie atmoshere.
We paid the entrance fee of 230 Yuan each plus 80 Yuan each for the cablecar (we intended to climb down). It had started to rain a little so we donned our expensive waterproof jackets and sniggered at the Chinese people who had all bought plastic ponchos and matching trousers from the small stalls selling tat and all looked remarkably like lemmings. We took the cablecar up and the views were spectacular. We saw lots of waterfalls below us that looked tiny as we were so high up. Andrew chose to close his eyes at first and dither in the corner but after a while he seemed to acclimatise to everything and quite enjoyed it
The rain only got worse. It had become torrential. Emer and I decided enough was enough and told Andrew and Rorie that we would meet them back at the cablecar. After about half an hour it even got too much for the Goretex and even they had to admit defeat, we all paid for the return cablecar. At the bottom we decided that we couldn't bear to spend another 2 and a half hours on a bus stagnating in our sodden clothes so we went halves on a taxi the whole way back to the hostel that cost us 20 quid, well halfway we were bustled out of the official taxi in to an illegal one but we didn't care we just wanted to get home.
Back at the hostel we peeled ourselves out of our wet clothes and the hot shower was divine. We sat in our room eating our packed lunch of rice with egg and sausage and had a sleep. Later we went out for a meal at the restaurant across from the hostel and had a feast of roasted pork, noodles, rice and about 8 types of dumpling. The ice cream ones were my favorite of course. We wondered about the poor guy on his first camping expedition sat in a tent thousands of feet up that mountain, shivered and made our way back to our nice warm beds.