Long ago, long ago, when I was a little girl, every year I went on vacation a few days to Aunt Irka to Warsaw. It was always expected that I rank the great event and a few days before the excitement did not give me awake, because I knew, what awaits me there vastness of interest.
During one of the tours we sat in a cafe Lazienki Park and aunt ordered for me a big bowl of ice cream “Ambrozja” and absolute rarity whereupon – sok ananasowy. I remember myself crying over a glass of this juice, that I could not try, I deigned him doing nothing to deal with our odganiania namolne wasps.
In the city of Jinghong, stolicy autonomicznej prefektury Xishuangbannana południu chińskiej prowincji Yunnan odbiłam sobie ten sok z nawiązką. Pineapples attacked me from every corner of the, each block, stands stationary and mobile, pouring out of the shops, lying side by side on the heap, in baskets, or would be arranged in equal rows. To eat this heavenly fruit should only stand in front of a rule przysypiającym of boredom dealer and ask for the language of gestures, that one copy for us on the spot oporządził. For the whole 2 I have the fresh gold, sweet, delicious pineapple for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A chaser juice from freshly crushed dolomite which I love coconut then dig white coconut flesh.. Well, and on fruit snack breadfruit and sometimes also a bit of it is true stinky old onion, but taste absolutely delicious nut-cream-arakowego durian.
This is at least the Chinese region of China, lying on the border of Burma-laotańsko-Vietnamese-Chinese, where over half the population are ethnic minorities. Subtropical climate and rolling hills favor crops - ananasowce, bananas with kiśćmi immediately in blue packaging, Pola arbuzów i herbata, tea, and yet more tea. Everything planted in rows równiutkich on the terraced slopes of the mountains. You know the shop shelves red Pu'er tea? Well just in the city of that name today spend the night. And until recently I did not know of its existence and I did not know where it came from this name. Travel broadens!
Tutejsze miasta po przekroczeniu obrzydliwie brudnych przedmieść bywają przyjemne, avenues lined with palm – and there is also no absolute bike Hicior – avenues for bicycles!
After crossing the border has changed little and a lot at the same time. Te same góry, People also look the same, but. wide road, equal to i. are finally! Tunnels. Are carved on mountainsides, pull on the one hand, that you spit on the other reducing the amount of cycling climbing. Boards along the roads inform me about local attractions and remind, I was not asleep at the wheel, do not spit at his feet and threw trash out the window (that is, it, What does any average Chinese). The initial enthusiasm after a few hours is weakened. Where are the villages and bamboo hut on the road, where I could always stock up on food and drinks? Where pleasant shelters and alleys, where I could rest and shelter from the scorching sun? Where the children crying "hello!"?
I'm going to the bank to change money. The lady at the window even speaks some English.
-„Excuse me, no exchange of money because we are today nieczynni"Says.
I look around the facility. It's after 9 o'clock in the morning. People write down blanks, standing in the checkout line, or would be buried in the cells gouge in the noses.
-„But are factors, after all, is open?" – reply.
-„..Well yes, but we nieczynni because it is a festival and New Year"Corresponds to the nice lady.
It reminds me of a joke:
– Stasi, I am not proud of you, 17-this and going from work!"
-„.. because you know, Today I'm on vacation " corresponds flustered Stas.
I think to myself, that in this case is the same and the lady at the bank window came to work only a few hours because generally it is free.
Fortunately, one of the gracious turn, ATM seems to me cash.
Just as in Thailand and Laos and the region as the culmination of celebrations of the Songkran Xishuanbanna or New Year's Water Splash Festival. Spóźniłam się o jeden dzień do najhuczniej obchodzącej to święto stolicy regionu Jinghong, but in a small town, to which I joined, to watch the supposedly very interesting tropical botanical garden became drenched. I found out that , the pond at the garden is all around for well for scooping water, So the tour unfortunately “nor”. This was no water for children watering pots, oh no. Circulated through the streets of the van filled with mostly young people, and of course, buckets of water, these teams poured opponent on the road crew, passing people with probably a better purpose as each other.
Pouring water symbolizes the cleansing of the worries and troubles the past year, Now, therefore, I feel in this regard crystal clear. In contrast to the hated my Polish “cast Monday” in this climate (the temperature is still about 40 degrees) buckets of water landing on my head makes me much fun, Therefore, I invite all comers every day, preferably between 11-th and 16-th.