It’s hard to know where to begin the story when I’m thinking about these 30 days spent in China… A real Buddha path for my heart. A country that I’ve deeply wait, which completely disconcert me, which intensely surprised me, but which finally entirely conquer me. A country all in contradiction, all in opposition, but that don’t even leave one in my soul. A country in which the life is a little bit magical.
From the Great Wall to the Terracotta Warriors, from the Bund to the Muslim Quarter, from the Hua Shan peaks to the Yangtze meanders, China has so much to show. Amazing landscapes, huge cities, heritage treasures, breathtaking natural parks… one month is for sure not enough to discover all the marvelous that the Pretty Lady has to offer. One month is for sure not enough to enjoy all the delicious tastes of the food. Spicy hot pot, blanket noodles, fried rice, soups, lotus dumplings… Asian meals make travel your buds and your mind. And the less we understand, the better is it.
So, China is small cities with millions of habitants, a beautiful nature next to ultra-modern towns, adorable people with incredible comportment in society, futurist equipments and tradionnal ideas, cleaner streets than insides… Chinese people are deeply nice, excessively helpful, extremely generous. They will take public transportation for 40 minutes to bring you to your destination, they will look for you all day long to give you back a tea forgotten on a table, they will offer you food for three days, and drinks for six, they will pick you up anywhere in the city if you are lost…
Finally, Chinese people are the antithesis of occidental people. We live in an sanitized world, they grow up dust sheeps. We remain silent while chewing, they let ear their enthusiasm while savoring. We affirm our individuality, they love the group. We honor Google God, they forbid his religion. Visiting China is visiting an unknown world, far from our habits, far from our standards. Visiting China is travelling really really far. Visiting China, is falling in love, again and again.
So, yes, I felt in love with China. I loved its old stones, its infinite steps, its incense odors, it’s Muslim songs, its spices flavors, its sacred fog, its sumptuous Gorges, its noisy trains, its free cocktails, its white nights, its touristic pictures, its BMX contest, its legendary bridges, its welcoming smiles…
Yes, I’m so happy for having visiting China. Because China is a door open to the dreams, over the clouds, in the midst of the stars.