Connie's right, 100%; hiking Tiger-Leaping Gorge is, by far, the coolest thing we've done yet in China. I have to exlpain a bit about the guesthouses. One of the cool things about hiking Tiger-Leaping Gorge is that the entire path is essentially run by the villagers who live in the four hard-to-reach farming villages tucked away up in the cliffs. The guesthouse we stayed in the first night, the Halfway House, was the house of a traditional medicine man who always had his evenings interrupted by desperate Western backpackers as it started to get dark. He eventually opened up one room, and then built an entire guest house. Lots of the lower paths are built and maintained by various families in the villages. And they're all really, really friendly and happy to see backpackers (since we're a good source of income, I imagine).
So Connie and I slept in at the Halfway House, until about 10:30; we were really tired after the first day of hiking. The rain had stopped, which was good, since I had no intention of getting soaking wet and freezing cold as it started to get dark. Now, we had thought the first day of hiking was amazing; how could it get any better? But the second blew the first out of the water; there's no comparison. We reached the first, uh, adventure probably about half-an-hour after we left the Halfway House. It had rained a lot apparently, and the waterfalls that run down the cliffs were fuller than usual, I suppose. And since the path runs along the cliffs, well, they ran over the paths. Four of them, I believe. Normally, crosing waterfalls is kind of fun. But not when your two-foot path on the edge of a cliff plumetting hundreds of meters into the river becomes a two-foot WATERFALL, full of slippery rocks and boulders and, well, falling water stretching for 30-or-more feet on the edge of a cliff plumetting hundreds of meters into the river. More, please-don't-sleep exhilirating, I'd say. On the first waterfall, which was the biggest, we tried to cross without getting our feet wet, by stepping on slippery, but somewhat-dry rocks. Well, that worked, but not so well -- I was a little worried I'd fall to my death, no kidding. So the subsequent ones, we just walked right through the water on the sturdiest (and closest to the rock face) part of the path. This is where waterproof shoes turn out to be not that useful -- when the water comes through the top. Then it just stays there, because, you know, it's waterproof. So I had mini-swimming pools in my shoes for the next two hours.
The next "exciting" part was more a thrill for Connie. We were descending down the mountain section, to the hill section (after which comes the verticle cliff section) when we ran into a herd of goats, standing on and around the path, just munching on all the grass. You can imagine how excited Connie was ... (very). It was the exact opposite of yesterday. The goats were afraid of us, so when we'd get near, they'd all pack up and move 50 feet or so down the path. And then we'd walk up. And then they'd move again. We repeated this several times (included once when Connie and I backed up against the wall as two or three galloping goats who had missed the others' migration ran by). This probably happened for 15 minutes, and then to Connie's chagrin, we had to say bye bye to the goats.
We reached Tina's Guesthouse about two and a half hours out from the Halfway House. Tina's is located on the road that runs through the gorge, right at the beginning of the cliff section. Coming down the hills, we were slipping around for about 45 minutes, since the path was pretty much just mud. At least there was no danger of falling to our deaths. We had NO idea what was to come. So we ate some yummy food at Tina's, I wrang out my socks and shoe inserts (insane how much water came out), and we relaxed a bit. Then we began our trek down the the river itself.
The paths from the road down the gorge are all created and maintained by village families, so they charge extra admission (just 10 kuai a person) to use their paths. We started at Teacher Zhang's guesthouse, where the lady at the front tried to scare us away ("it's really wet and dangerous! pay us 60 kuai to take you back!). Matt the Englishman, who will be mentioned later, said they told him that two foreigners had gone back yesterday, AND THEY HADN'T SEEN THEM SINCE. Spooky ... So we were about to pay when a woman ran up to us and asked Connie if she could write English, then told her if she translated something for them we wouldn't have to pay. So we went back into their little hut, and their her son (and mother) were both very, uh, hospitable. Like, the mother told the son to get me a chair, so he picked up a little stool and shoved it at my chest. Cute kid. But Connie ended up translating something to the extent of "The Middle Tiger-Leaping Rapids maintainance fee is 5 yuan". AND we got two free bottles of coke; we tried to turn them down, but nope.
So the path itself. You gotta understand that we were essentitally scaling a 300 meter-high cliff. Not actually, mind you; there were very steep paths that managed to weave their way down, sometimes going down huge rocks (wet, of course) about five feet steep. We had chains sometimes to help us. But we were more or less going straight down, the Yangzi river middle rapids beneath us. The view was amazing, not that we could look that often -- the path was wet, and I didn't much feel like taking a deadly dip. I wish we had more photos from these few hours, but stopping to take a photo could, quite literally, be deadly. We descended a bit over an hour until we came to the river and the actual rapids. An amazing place. Right in front of was the raging Yangzi river, the huge rapids, and a giant waterfall dropping hundreds of meters into the water. We could climb into a huge rock in the middle of the river, which put us just a meter or two from the rapids. We have some pictures from here -- it's really amazing (definitely look at our photos -- they're all up, but like Connie said, they can't even begin to show what it's really like here).
And then we had to go up, by way of the aptly named Sky Ladder. First we had to cross the waterfall, over a rickety wooden bridge, though I'm not sure we can call it a bridge since it didn't have sides. You can look at the picture of Connie very slowly crossing it. Then we had to pay 20 kuai to ascend the ladder (the only fee we had to pay -- I'll explain later how we accidentally missed the 100 kuai entry fee). Now, I talked about going down a straight cliff. That was an exaggeration. This is not. As we were walking towards it, Connie was like, "Er, how are we getting up that?" The Sky Ladder was tiny steps carved right into the cliff face. Fortunately, they had chains to hold on to, and the lady at the bottom had given us bamboo poles. But the rocks were wet, and we were always feet from the edge of a very verticle cliff. But we made it up, after an hour of climbing straight up.
It was late in the day at this point, and we realized there was no way we would make it back to Lijiang (we didn't realize it at the time, but even if we had wanted to, we couldn't -- landslides had covered the roads during the rain). So we walked to the last village in the gorge, Walnut Garden. It was just on the road, so it was pretty easy, but with truly amazing scenery. We checked into the first guest house, Sean's, which was highly reccomended by Lonely Planet. We soon realized they had no electricity -- all of it was out because of landslides. The night before, we had heard quite a few rumbles with no lightning flashes; landslides, turns out. And we heard more huge bangs intermittently throughout the day -- explosion from dyanmite, to clear the slides. About a dozen other foreigners showed up at Sean's. We chatted with Matt (the Englishman, who I could barely understand, especially when he was drinking), and Niemh, the Irishwoman (pronounced Nieve). We played some cards as it got dark and drank some beer after our adventure. Sean eventually started up a very noisy generator, which certainly killed some of the charm, but at about 10, they restored power, so that was good. Oh, and all the dorm rooms had teddy bears. That was probably Connie's highlight ...
The next morning, we left pretty early to Qiaotou, by catching a ride from a random guy at Sean's. Now we truly saw how strong those landslides were. There were over a dozen, some of them pretty huge. On scary mometn was when there was a giant landslide covering the road (right beside a cliff, of course), and our driver went right around it -- on the cliff side ... But we made it back to Qiaotou safely, after about an hour. Oh, and to my parents, we passed the touristy part where we had gone on Tiger-Leaping Gorge on the road. Remember the tunnel we walked through? Keep going that direction and you get to Walnut Garden. We also realized we accidentally avoided the 100 kuai fee into the Gorge. There's a ticket booth at the very beginning. When we walked in two days ago, there must have been a bus in front of it or something, and since we didn't look confused (since we thought the booth was far ahead), they didn't suspect us. So with that and our translation, we saved a bit of money. Trip to Lijiang was uneventful, but really, really bumpy. And that leaves us where we are now; new clothes, and going to do some souvenier shopping.
We've both had a great time in China, and we're sad to leave, but hey, we had a hell of a last few days. Tiger-Leaping Gorge is the coolest thing we've done so far, and yeah. I'm done.