Tomorrow evening we will head to the train station here in Xi’ning and board a train that will take us to the roof of the world, Tibet. Having traveled for just over 3 weeks and 2400 kilometers across China to get here, perhaps a little reflection is in order.
To be honest I wasn’t actually planning on visiting China during this trip, but since I was determined to visit Tibet and trying to travel overland as much as possible it was inevitable. Even though I’ve lived in Hong Kong for ten or so years, northern and western China are very different places. I’ve been surprised by the kindness of individuals, irritated by the madness of crowds, delighted at the delicious food found by randomly pointing at menus, and disgusted by the eye-watering stench of bathrooms. It’s been both good and bad, the bad mostly consisting of the cough-inducing pollution in every city, and it’s about time to be moving on. Already here it feels a little less like the China we imagine. Most people on the street are muslims, have darker skin, stronger features and some have distinctly lighter eyes. There is still a strong Chinese Han presence but the atmosphere is different.
To get to Lhasa we decided to book a soft sleeper cabin on the train, a lockable room with 4 bunks. With some luck the other two may not be booked. This trip is 25 hours so we decided to splurge on a little luxury. The first time we took the train we rode on a hard seat for 7 hours. It was quite a tiring experience. The carriage was packed to the hilt with a lot of people standing the whole way. Those who have ‘standing tickets’ take rest when someone nearby heads to the toilet. This in itself is a mammoth task. It basically entails clambering over, under and between people and their luggage. Upon arrival at the toilet there are usually a few people inside just because there is nowhere else to stand. The next step is to somehow communicate to them you want to use the toilet, get them out of there, squeeze in, push the door shut and do your business. Then of course you have to get back to your seat.
The train to Tibet, famous for being crossing the highest altitude in the world appears to be much more comfortable. It seems all but the lowest class carriages are pressurized, and we get little masks to plug into oxygen outlets incase we feel unwell. This hopefully shouldn’t be a problem since Xi’ning is at an altitude of 2250 meters so we should have acclimatized somewhat.
At the moment in Tibet it seems you can’t even step out of the door of your hostel without a government accredited guide accompanying you. I’m not sure how strictly enforced this rule is but there is a distinct possibility of having no internet access over the next 10 days or so. Those of you eager to hear about Tibet may have to wait!
Until then,
Ben.