2009 Asia Adventure

Shangri-la; Journey into Myth, search for Reality

The British author James Hilton published a small novel in 1933. He was no doubt shocked at the widespread repute the location of his fictional sacred Utopian kingdom would achieve, and the misuse that would subsequently occur.

Las Vegas to Shanghai, luxury hotels, and the no-tell motel in the seedy underbelly of thousands of towns, have expropriated his fiction. Shangri-la is the idea of a magical place where people live long happy lives in perfect bliss. All of these places, even the most plush, fall short of the dream.

Sun on the Tibetan Plateau

Sun on the Tibetan Plateau

Whole countries have laid claim to the title, and all but one are fabrications. James Hilton’s Shangri-La is not in Bhutan, Nepal, or Myanmar, but in China; in Yunnan province of the Tibetan cultural region of the eastern most ranges of the Himalayas. Here the great rivers of Southeast Asia begin with trickles, explode into violent torrent, gather into the mighty forces of nature to embrace one of the most dense populations on Earth, and to eventually braid out across huge fertile deltas from Shanghai to Myanmar.

Misty Morning in Shangri-la (Claire)

Misty Morning in Shangri-la (Claire)

Amazingly, Hilton was not a traveler. He got his inspiration from the National Geographic which published the explorations of the botanist, philologist, Joseph F. Rock, who spent years in northern Yunnan. The collection of plants was Rock’s primary mission, but he also documented the local Tibetan cultures. Rock’s plant collections are said to have sparked the, now ubiquitous, exotic garden craze in the United Kingdom and beyond. Hilton grazed from this material the fictional beautiful and perfect place.

Shangri-la, and surrounding mountains, hold most of the minorities of China, and are one of the last holdouts from complete domination by the Han majority.

The unique southerly curve of the Himalayan range at the east end, allows the valleys to funnel warm wet monsoon clouds to extremely high elevations. This makes for a fecundity of plant and animal life found nowhere else in the great stretch of the Himalayan range all the way to Central Asia.

Claire and I crossed the Tien Shan mountains of far western China on our Silk Road Crossing. They are the western ending of the Himalayan range in Central Asia. This trip we hope to cross the far eastern part of the Himalayan range, in our search for the real Shagri-la.

What will we find? Well, as with the Silk Road, fantasy and reality are not the same, but in Asia, reality is always fascinating and alive, always challenging and rewarding.

From Yunnan we plan to ride into Laos, then Vietnam, where Claire was born, Cambodia and end our journey in Thailand, after about four months.

We hope you will come along with us, here on our New Bohemians site as we begin in Chengdu, Sichuan, where the great earthquake devastated the region and killed thousands. From what we know of will and energy of the Chinese, the people are recovering. We hope so. We’ll visit some pandas of course, along with our Lucky, and then attempt the mountains, monsoon snows, and vagaries of Chinese Communist bureaucracy allowing us to make the trip. Wish us well and then bookmark and follow us on our unusual, and no doubt enlightening, quest documented on this site.

Lucky Gets Ready for the Road to Shangri-la

Claire Rogers and Lucky the rescued panda on Slumgullion Pass Where’s Lucky?

This is me and Claire at a place called Colorado, not many days after Bob and Claire found me in the road in Arizona. They said this is a mountain pass. I don’t know what a pass thing is, but I think it is a high place. I know people on bicycles breathe hard and sweat when they go there. I know this pass was cold and wet and Claire put me under her coat. I’m that lump in her front. See me? She was shaking. Bob said we were training for some other pass things in China that would be more high, and maybe even colder. I hope not.

Claire said we get on an airplane soon, and it will take us to China so we can pedal to Shangri-la. I’m a little nervous about an airplane. Claire tried to teach me some Chinese, but I don’t know much. Bob knows even less. Claire says he’s hopeless. I don’t know what that is, but he agrees he’s hopeless.

Claire says I should thank all of the people that are sending them good wishes and prayers. I think a lot of people are visiting Bob’s computer tonight because he’s busy doing stuff on it. I wonder how far it is to China on an airplane? Claire says she got me a window seat. Bob says it will be almost three days before we get there, because of something called the International Date Line. My fluff head is getting tired with all this thinking. It’s time for me to go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.

Zippy is on his Way!

After weeks of worrying about getting our oversize tandem on the airplane, it went without a hitch, unless you consider $175 extra, a hitch. Oh well, the price of taking your transportation with you. Now if he just gets there in time, along with his two wheels in two other bags.

It helped that Lucky was sitting on Zippy looking threatening. The agent didn’t want to deal with an angry panda!

Zippy and Lucky

Claire made the sign in Chinese characters that means, “fragile”.

Lucky Arrives Safely in Hong Kong

Lucky in HongKong The airplane thing that I was so afraid of turned out okay. It’s just a big long tube with seats filled with a village full of people all squished together, and it made a lot of noise and shook.

I don’t know how long it took, but Claire and Bob slept most of the time, except Bob watched one movie. He said it was a Bollywood and had lots of singing and dancing and had a happy ending. Claire watched a Japanese mountain climbing movie and she liked that too. I watched the people eat and sleep. That’s all they did pretty much, eat and sleep. Pretty ladies in red dressed brought food and the peopls ate it and then went to sleep. They all were looking like they were in pain from sitting. I was comfortable enough. I guess fluff doesn’t get stiff like people’s muscle stuff does.

Bob was disappointed that we landed in the dark, and he couldn’t add to his collection of photographs taken from airplanes around  the world.  This airport place is all gleaming and sparking clean and the food is expensive. Bob says that means it’s not the real China.  Claire says we’ll be in Chengdu this afternoon, and then the real China adventure begins.