Yibin Bamboo Sea, Sichuan Province
Location: 330km from Chengdu, a six hour bus journey.
Famed For: Being one of the locations for the filming of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
'On
Bonfire Night we should remember not to set fire to people'
-Student
quote of the week
Remember,
remember, the fifth of November. Gunpowder, treason and teaching.
Bonfire night is a complicated lesson to give and makes me homesick
for funfair food and muddy fields, cold feet clad in wellies, the
flash of fireworks, and the smell of bonfires. It's always been a
festival I've particularly enjoyed- a gory history lesson and an
opportunity to set stuff on fire in the name of tradition. To be so far away from home is a little galling, but
instead I channel all of my enthusiasm for this most British of
celebrations into my lesson.I retell the story and show my students a clip of an
experiment demonstrating what would have
happened had Guy Fawkes been successful
in blowing up the
Houses of Parliament.
Cue impressive explosion. I
also show
them a gory firework safety video, inducing
shock, disgust
and a lot of wincing from the students.
I get them to list as many firework
safety tips as possible, leading to some rather brilliant
quotes from my students:
Student a:
Don't light bonfires indoors.
Student b:
Don't light bonfires near gas stations.
Student c:
Don't set fire to your clothes or other people's clothes.
Student d: Don't put fireworks in people. This may cause a mess.
Student d: Don't put fireworks in people. This may cause a mess.
As
an experiment I also get them to be defence lawyers for Guy Fawkes. I
list points on the board for them to use in their speech if they wish
to but encourage them to come up with their own ideas. Of course,
most of them then slavishly follow my bullet notes until my last
student, Sue, who stands up and declares:
'I
am the defence lawyer for Guy Fawkes. He is innocent. He was not
trying to blow up King James, he just wanted to show him a new kind
of firework.'
I spend my weekend as far from fireworks and the heat of bonfires as
possible- being mostly damp at Yibin Bamboo sea.
It's something out of a half forgotten fairytale. The bamboo forest is dark and dense, mist filled and endless. We pass rock with deep grooves slashed into the stone as though carved by the claws of a giant bear. Statues emerge from amongst the foliage, stone figures frozen in time, toads in the river waiting for a kiss. There are great waterfalls that pour over cliffs and disappear into the bamboo below, temple fortresses cut into the sides of cliffs, labyrinthine tunnels, steep, winding paths clinging to the face of the mountain, and the occasional group of monks, clustered around an altar, praying, their thin maroon robes fluttering in the wind.
It's something out of a half forgotten fairytale. The bamboo forest is dark and dense, mist filled and endless. We pass rock with deep grooves slashed into the stone as though carved by the claws of a giant bear. Statues emerge from amongst the foliage, stone figures frozen in time, toads in the river waiting for a kiss. There are great waterfalls that pour over cliffs and disappear into the bamboo below, temple fortresses cut into the sides of cliffs, labyrinthine tunnels, steep, winding paths clinging to the face of the mountain, and the occasional group of monks, clustered around an altar, praying, their thin maroon robes fluttering in the wind.
The
Bamboo Sea is also a rather humid place, giving me Monica in Barbados
hair, and the guest house we stop at unpleasantly wet beds. K,
however, discovers electric blankets and instead of being cold and
damp at night we are now warm and damp, as though we are sleeping in
a slightly moist armpit. The guest house also has a bathroom that
clearly took it's design construct from the corridor in Willy Wonka's
Chocolate Factory that gets narrower and lower the further in you go.
As a consequence we have to become bent double to get to the toilet
at the far end of the room. On the upside, the food is good and we
feast on a meal of rice, shredded potato and ginger, beef strips and,
unsurprisingly, bamboo.
It
isn't until midday that the mist eventually clears enough for us to
see what all the fuss is about. The view is spectacular. An endless
stretch of undulating green as far as the eye can see, a mountain
rising up to the north, terraced paddy fields to the west, a valley
of waving trees to the south. Water criss-crossing the landscape in
silvery veins. The air is crisp and fresh and cold.
And
when my students ask me what I did at the weekend, I tell them I went
out for some fresh air.
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