The first day of my long weekend away went so smoothly – until about 3.30pm.
When problems struck, I was helped on my way – yet again – by a smiling soldier from the People’s Liberation Army. (see Holiday Hell) And by 7pm I was in hot-tub heaven. (not with the soldier)
The plan was to visit Detian Falls, on the border between China and Vietnam, the largest waterfall in Asia. Unlike my last manic trip out of town, this time I got a local bus to the terminal within minutes, the long distance bus was only half full and I munched on the locally-grown short, stubby, sweet bananas and stared happily out of the window over the next six hours, as the wondrous limestone “karst” peaks began to emerge from a thick, white sky.
The first sight of the falls is astonishing. Under a zig-zag of hills, several cascades of water burst out from high on the thickly wooded hillside, plunging into a shallow section of the milky-green river. That’s Vietnam.
The real glory of the falls belongs to China – a triple-layered, curved curtain of sparkling white water that pools, gushes and bounces off the mossy rocks .
A slippery walk down a steep path brings you to the river’s edge and the inevitable organised boat trip. From the other bank small bamboo rafts come alongside with women selling cheap Vietnamese cigarettes.
“Their” side is much quieter. It doesn’t look as if there’s much tourism -just a handful of people standing by a stone marker reminding them which country they’re in.
Our raft edges into the spray, the two boatmen punting so hard on the poles that they’re almost lying on the deck before we escape the swirl and float back into the calm mid-stream.
Feel the spray….breathtaking Detian Falls
The boat drops us on the China bank. There are stairs cut into the rock, alongside the falls, leading up to various viewing platforms. Each view is glorious.
Finally you emerge on the top road, which I thought might be a boring walk back to the entrance.
In fact every few yards there was another astonishing glimpse through the trees. And one “confused” tree.
Among the Oleander, Osmanthus, Cherry,Mimosa and Hibiscus that line the walk back – all labelled – there’s an Acacia tree, native to Taiwan. So this poor tree – with its roots in China – is “homesick” according to the sign – obviously yearning for that renegade territory to return to the Motherland.
I emerged back on the little square of shops and restaurants, with a huge car park in the middle full of tour coaches and private vehicles. It was about 3.30 – plenty of time to catch a local bus to Ming Shi, where I was treating myself to two nights in a luxury resort, recommended by one of my colleagues.
Except there were no buses. The square was emptying rapidly as all the Chinese visitors piled into their comfortable transport and headed home. Within minutes I was virtually the only person left standing between the deserted souvenir stalls.
A group of men in different uniforms was lounging in front of an information office – manned by no-one. My three words of Chinese have grown into more like a dozen and I can manage, “I’m going to Ming Shi, where is the bus?”
No bus, was the answer. Finished.
“How far is Ming Shi?”, I said pointing at my feet. They laughed.
“Shuolong, 15 kilometers. Then Ming Shi 25 kilometers more”
A young soldier in PLA fatigues gestured at a white van – the driver asleep, his girlfriend playing games on her phone. “Shuolong”, he said.
He walked me over to the van and discussed something with the driver. The good news was they were going to Shulong and the fare was 5 kwei – 50 pence. The bad news was they wouldn’t leave until the van was full. And no one else was in sight.
The soldier sat in the van with me.
“Where are you from?”, he asked in Chinese.
That’s another of my mastered phrases………”wo shi ying guo ren” – (I am England country person)
“Ah, perfect country”, he replied in English.
“ma ma hu hu” (so far my favourite Chinese expression – it means “so so”), I replied, “wo ai zhung guo” (I love China).
We pieced together that he was based in Shuolong, had a girlfriend, hoped to get married next year, liked American movies and pizza.
Still no other passengers arrived. So the soldier gently hassled the driver and persuaded him to set off. “In Shuolong, you get taxi”, he said, as he waved me off.
Twenty minutes later, in Shuolong, I bartered with a cab driver to take me on to Ming Shi. He wanted 150 kwei – 15 quid! We agreed on 100.
He set off up a steep mountain road then to my great concern turned off the tarmac into what appeared to be a quarry. We ploughed through the red mud heading for an enormous concrete tunnel – except it wasn’t yet a tunnel – just a massive tube sitting in an expanse of churned up ground.
Lone women. Fading light. Unknown driver. Middle of nowhere. Great!
I started breathing again when I saw a motorbike emerging out of the gloom at the far end of the tunnel. And I was even more relieved when the rider was a cop. He stopped to chat to my driver. I worked out – assumed – hoped – prayed that we were just on a very new stretch of road, by-passing the old road we’d turned off.
A few minutes later came the intensely reassuring sight of the original road rejoining us.
After 40 minutes the driver pulled into a turning, under a huge sign for my hotel. It appeared to be an entrance to a “scenic site”. There was a ticket office but no hotel. Two young tour guides came over. The driver got out and opened my door.
“Where’s the hotel?”.
“150 kwei”, he said.
After the two girls intervened it became clear he wanted his original price to take me the rest of the way. If he’d been smarter he’d have stopped half way through the dark, scary tunnel, when I’d have paid almost anything.
As it was he’d stopped only a couple of kilometers short.
“How far is the hotel?”, I asked the girls.
“30 minutes walk”
I paid the man 100 kwei, he spat on the ground, got back in his car and drove off at high speed.
After a very pleasant stroll along the road , past rice fields, a river and stunning scenery – exactly 30 minutes later I walked through the impressive gates of the Ming Shi Mountain Retreat.
It was everything my colleague had promised. Luxury. A very short time after that I was in the pool, followed by a hot tub and planning the rest of the weekend……………
(which like today would have moments of pure delight, total panic and a very muddy surprise……………..blog to follow)