China: By Journalists Eyes XII: To See The Yellow River
Our bus goes on the perfectly smooth highway, where we ones a time meet some man in a hat, with a scarf over his face and a broom in his hand - he is alone, far from him you can´t see anything of civilization, the high mountains on both sides, and he sweeps the shoulder.
So far Chinese unemployment can touch...We're heading into the foothills of the Kun Lun visit "sample" local elementary school. Before that, but the mountainous valley reveals a breathtaking view of the "Mother of Rivers" - the Yellow River.
I try to remember a geography lesson and an exotic name of Chuang Che, where we broke the language. Now I'm standing on the rest place and with the humility watching the stream surrounded by mist that for local people has always been sacred, but also cursed. I do not know exactly how many miles to the Yellow River that rolls slowly in front of us on the map, which I took with me, but I read it covers nearly 5 and a half thousand kilometres.
We are in the province of Qinghai, where Chuang Che starts - spring under a mountain of Jagr Dagze but we can´t see - it is at an altitude of 4800 meters, where we froze its equipment and probably would have won us the local winds. It does not matter. Sure I enjoy the view of the yellow-brown water, take off my sandals and go in to the river. It's June and the water is pleasantly cool. Fingers taps into small stones and clay mud, which give its colour to the river. In the amount of silt that come with abducting Chuang Che, clearly holds the world's primate. It is a mean of 36 pounds of material per cubic meter. For the year the river is incredible moves and a half billion tons of various materials.
With reverence feeling and devotion I am standing in the waters of the river, which boasts the nickname "Cradle of Chinese civilization". After Qinghai flowing through nine other Chinese provinces, is the source of livelihood for hundreds of millions people. It can give generously, but also cruelly takes. Life at the shores of the Yellow River carries a guarantee of drinking water, fertile soil, fish and energy resources. Just but a slight rain and in places where the silt piled begins disaster. The floods of the Mother of Rivers are historically extremely bloodthirsty. The peaceful flow often turns into a killer. The Chinese even used her force during the Second World War, when broke the dam and flooded the Japanese enemy camp. The water took 900 thousand lives.
How powerful element we have the honour to see other numbers show: over the past 3000 years has changed the direction of its Yellow River flow twenty-six. Dikes, that the inhabitants have always been built of its basin ruptured 1500 times. Catastrophic floods with many millions lost live river have showed seven times. Chinese but continued to cultivate their rice and wheat fields in the fertile banks of the Huang He, his cattle graze on green meadows, mountain slopes, feeding on fishing in the river deltas, the new building and new, higher and higher dikes and pray to their gods to protect them before the disaster. Although in the local part of the flow is not clear, the Yellow River and its basin is one of the most densely populated regions in the world.
To memory I get few yellow stones from the river - I will give it to my closest friends to happiness - and are emerging into the bus. Timeout expired and our tour guides are uncompromising. Schoolchildren wait, the delay is unacceptable. Up to the next adventure.
Text/foto: Andrea Fantová
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The third day we devoured spell of western China and the knowledge that we have somewhere "behind" Tibet is our "ugly," said attractive. There, under the auspices of the Chinese Foreign Ministry, certainly can´t go, but Tibetan culture we meet at every step.
Our bus finally stops at the end of a long, dirt track, in which about an hour ago has changed as if by magic a modern six-lane highway. My worries we will finish up on the roof, fortunately not materialized, we drove past woods and gouged out before us, football pitch right and green has left. Everything was dominated by ground shabby, battered gray building - school.
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China's hard work and discipline accompanied us at every step and a visit of Beijing Foreign Studies University just confirmed it. Here we had a chance to appreciate even more characteristic of Chinese - adaptability.
Finally Beijing. Our journalistic team has battled a series of security checks and we find ourselves in an endless airport lounge. The feeling that the local crowd have to absorb us was not correct. Then we see a smiling Chinese lady and in minutes everyone sit in a luxury air-conditioned bus.
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This country, for Europeans enormous exotic land, developed in strong isolation from the outside world, therefore the experienced "touristic boom" in last years was expected.
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We "elect" could see the Chinese megalopolis through largely a luxury air-conditioned bus with a smiling dude behind the wheel. It is also part of local standard, certainly not just for a small group of natives and of course for wealthy tourists.
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Visit of Beijing food market and edibles of all kinds, shapes, smells, often of unknown origin and a long life even more dangerously we were really stunned for a moment and quietly wandering Chinese traders staring at the blonde, which move at a rate of marathon runners. Phew. We are off and miraculously in front of us pleasantly familiar signs shucks "Starbucks Coffee".
Photo: Amy Challen a Jan Lidmaňský