Hanging Coffins [Yangtze cruise]

By some means not yet understood, very early villagers during the Ba period suspended coffins in high caves 1700 years ago. Many have been robbed over the years and many are now inundated by the rising waters, some saved in museums



























but a few remain in situ.

Riki time (Hong Kong)

While wandering about in Kowloon, I found a fabulous dance store! Riki was kind enough to model my purchases:















and then she and I went out for a most excellent dinner of tortellini


and seafood linguini.

The real monkeys

Here's the image that was supposed to go with the post on monkeys in the mini gorges:

Museum field Trip (Hong Kong)

Aaron and I successfully navigated the Hong Kong subway this afternoon, across the strait to Kowloon.







We then successfully located the Hong Kong Museum of History, which had all sorts of very cool exhibits on both the land





and the culture of Hong Kong.

The Lucky Indian

This is where he decided to stay.

This post is by JEFFREY AND NO ONE ELSE

Well, I failed at making videos, so I've decided to start actually blogging instead and let Aaron say anything he wants. SO, you've all probably heard about Lucky Indian, correct? Well, your guide was talking about how so many people wanted to retire in Guilin. So did Lucky. Before he decided to leave, he said to me this:
Surrender Speech of Chief Joseph
WebText by Mary Lou McCloskey, Ph.D.

Chief Joseph's Land, by David Manuel




I Will Fight No More Forever

Surrender Speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce

I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. Toohulhulsote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead.
It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are--perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
He was born in China, and now took a one way ticket back.

Hong Kong

Hong Kong feels much more like a western city than any of the other megatropolises we've visited in China -- all skyscrapers and rush, not as much green. So far, the prices seem to be fairly Western as well.

We are going semi-guideless; we left Gloria in Shanghai, where she will return to her husband in Beijing and sleep for a week. [There are travel restrictions for mainland citizens coming to Hong Kong.] Our local guide Pattie met us at the airport and was supposed to give us a half-day tour yesterday and a half day today; we postponed because of the rain, and today we're scheduled for a full day of the standard tour sights -- Victoria Peak, Stanley Market, Aberdeen. Then tonight and tomorrow are completely unscheduled; I'm hoping to make it to a museum or two. Then Pattie will bring us back to the airport day after tomorrow.

It's hard to blog without pictures. I'll probably report this tonight with all the pictures that are only on the laptop and in my head...