day 215: 六坝 (liuba) - 永昌 (yongchang) = 21,8km

I started walking at six in the morning today. After 5km, I sat down and slept for 20 minutes.

Then I walked another 5km and sat down again. This time for 30 minutes.

The third time I slept for almost an hour.

All the while, there was a construction team fixing the road around me:

This pretty much made sure that I was walking on the freshest and cleanest stretch of the Silk Road that anyone could imagine:

…or rather I was walking next to it, otherwise I would have probably gotten my feet stuck in fresh tar.

I bumped into 陈平 (Chen Ping) right after my third nap:

陈平 is a psychiatrist from China’s most northern city (黑河 - heihe, situated on the northeastern border with Russia). He is currently on a one-month trip, riding his motorcycle around the western part of the country just for the fun of it. I wish we could have had more time to talk; what an interesting guy!

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There were some rather old industrial areas I passed by before I got into the township of 永昌 (yongchang):

永昌 itself turned out to be a lovely place just bustling with activity:

I came across two historical sights on my way into the city:

This one is 东会宫 (donghui palace), a reconstruction of what seemed like old administrative buildings, centered around a group of historical headstones, some of which were apparently older than 400 years:

The other attraction is the 钟鼓楼 (bell and drum tower):

People told me this structure was from the Ming-dynasty (明 1368-1644), though I couldn’t find out how much of it had been remodeled later:

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The reason I had started so damn early today was because I had promised to have lunch with 刘先生 (Mr. Liu), a friend I had made on the road the day before, when he had stopped his car to see if I needed anything (obviously because I looked so miserable).

So we had an awesome long session of Chongqing-style 火锅 (hot pot) today, and then we decided to climb up a mountain called 武当山 (Mount wudang) in the afternoon:

Overlooking this beautiful green valley, it felt so unbelievable to me that I had really walked here all the way from Beijing:

I get that feeling sometimes. Weird.

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The mountain was basically plastered with temples that had all been recently rebuilt:

One site we chose to visit was dedicated to Confucianism (儒家), but interestingly enough there was a Buddhist monk working as the temple keeper.

He asked us inside, and so we sat in his room for a while, having fruits and talking about this and that:

When we had made the descent from the mountain, there was still time enough to go look at 北海子公园 (beihaizi park):

A very beautiful place as well, and - much to my surprise - it had a pagoda that was apparently an original from the Tang-dynasty (唐 618-907):

Old stuff is just nice.

…when I got back to my room later that evening, I noticed that there had apparently been a wedding here a few days ago:

The Chinese character on the wall is non-existent in my computer’s character dictionary, but it can be explained as a double-喜.

喜 means happiness.

Soundtrack: R. Kelly - “Thoia Thoing”

—total: 2692,2km