Part 1
To welcome the Monkey


Around the world, 2003 slips into 2004. In China, they wait a little longer. To welcome the Monkey. For the Spring Festival. Doesn't happen in spring, as you would think, but in the coldest depths of winter. A month long holiday. Not just for me. An entire country shuts down. People flock back to their hometowns. Its national celebration on a scale I have never seen. And my first travel plans unfold. Down south. To escape the cold. To Shenzhen. To meet some Chinese friends.

And the last of the parties before the holidays. Taking in such delicacies as dog and duck blood. Not ingested but imprinted in the mind. And experiencing that which would provide memories to come for lifetimes.

KTV. The Chinese craze. The national entertainment. Favorite after-dinner pastime. A veritable industry in itself. Simply put - Karaoke.
A TV screen. Words flashing. Dark rooms. A microphone. And an audience. Ah! Life! Has a wonderful sense of humor! And knowing for the first time, that to the Chinese, Western music is still The Carpenters, Stevie Wonder, Titanic, Elton John and the Eagles! Having to sing through songs, which I have never heard of. Me, who has never sung even to myself. But learning, incredibly, the fun behind it all. So sing along. It's Yesterday Once More.

The Great holiday begins. Travelling alone. And being on the train again. A 36-hour journey this time. A journey into China. Cities. Villages. Mountains. Rivers. Valleys. Across the entire panorama of China. And humbled again by the unexpected. By strangers on the train who ceaselessly offer you little something to eat. Simply because you are alone. Little sausages, prawn crackers, little dried fish. I know I can never eat all these. But I have eaten of the hospitality of the people. It travels with me to Shenzhen before I hand it back to China. To the next person who approaches me with hands outstretched.

Note:
If you want to read about the time before the Great holiday first, then simply click here to jump back in time and reach the landing day

Part 2: Escape is possible sometimes


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