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This is a blog about my experiences abroad, both living and traveling. It doesn't include all of my travels and experiences. I update the blog irregularly, when I feel like it, have some time and want to reflect on some things.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Sandy dunes, snowy mountains and labyrinth city: one week in Morocco

Hi again,

Knowing that this would be my last chance to travel for a while (I’m starting my new job next week!), I had quite a few things planned over Christmas. First, Jannes and I travelled to Morocco for a week. After Christmas, I visited Berlin for a couple of days with friends from university and I ended my long vacation in Switzerland with my brothers and Jannes, skiing. In this blog post, I’d like to tell you about the amazing and adventurous week that Jannes and I had in Morocco.

The trip was actually quite spontaneous, since we only bought the plane tickets two weeks before. We decided to start our travels in Marrakech and fly out from Fez, leaving all the places to visit in between undecided.

Once we arrived at the busy city center of Marrakesh around 8 pm, we found out that navigating around the medina (old city), where our riad was located, wasn’t as easy as google maps had made it seem at home. Somehow we managed to find our way with the suitcases through the busy medina to the street where the hostel was located in. However, it turned out that the ‘street’ was actually a narrow labyrinth of small paths, each leading to different group of houses. Getting kind of desperate, we decided to ask the employee of a nearby street stall for help. He then led us happily through the deserted labyrinth paths to a abgelegene metal door. That’s when one of his friends joined us and our ‘guide’ demanded to be paid his 10 euro fee for leading us to the hostel. Unfortunately, no one in the supposed guesthouse (that didn’t have a sign or any indication that the door was in fact leading us to a guesthouse) seemed to hear our insistent, slightly scared banging on the door. Finally, somebody opened up and we managed to get rid of our ‘guides’ by giving them 2 euro and rushing through the door before they could protest and get handsy. Knowing that we’d immediately stepped into a tourist trap, we decided to be a bit more careful from then on. Then we had our very first tajine, the most famous dish in Moroccan cuisine, which was truly very good, but not the best tajine I had on the entire trip.

The next day, we started out pretty late, since over night and all throughout the morning it had been raining constantly. Not the kind of weather we were hoping to get on our vacation… Around noon, we decided to face the rain and started our day of sightseeing. First, we exited the medina and walked through the newer parts of Marrakesh, searching for a tourist info. While we had to find out that the tourist info was closed once we arrived, our walk was quite interesting and therefore no waste of time. While the new parts of town were bustling with nice restaurants and regal hotels, we noticed that it was quite deserted and a lot of the pompous hotels seemed like ghost towns to us.


Then we returned to the medina. Unfortunately, due to the ever present rain, the medina and its souks, that supposedly bustle with life and colors on other days, were pretty empty that day.


It was probably because there weren’t as many tourists as on other days that the vendors from the small shops and street stalls got very pushy and, honestly, annoying after a while.

That’s when we decided to have a late lunch and get away from the souks for a while. We found a small cafĂ© advertising with the beautiful view from its roof top terrace and they weren’t lying: the view from there was by far the nicest thing we saw all day! Even the sun came out for a bit:


After having some delicious harira soup for lunch, we visited the oldest Koran school in Marrakesh. The building is from the 16th century and the amount of small chambers inside and its courtyard were quite impressive.


The Koran school museum was located in an old palace and its most impressive feature was by far the enormous candelabra in the middle of the hall. They even built a steel structure reaching across the roof to hold it!

Then we walked back to our riad and I must say, in the twilight, with the rain gone, the souks somehow seemed much nicer:


In the evening, we visited the Place el Fna which was, probably due to the rain, not as busy and interesting as the guidebook had suggested. Still, there were some food stalls, street vendors and even street performers, though I must say, I bet on other days it would have been much more fun to hang out there. Then we had dinner at a Senegalese restaurant, which was very nice. The dishes had names that I’d never heard before (though they actually just turned out to be chicken with rice and sauce) and I discover a new drink called Bissap, which is made from hibiscus flowers and tasted amazing!

The next morning, we got up early to take a bus to the town of Essaouira from the train station. While waiting for the bus to leave, we saw a tourist stall that was offering four day desert trips, which was what we had planned to do during our Morocco travels, so we took the opportunity and reserved two spots in the group leaving the next day. We were surprised, since we got a much better price than expected and had sorted out what to do the next few days, all while waiting for the bus. The bus ride to Essaouira took about two hours and held one major shock, when we passed a couple of Argan trees that had very special kinds of fruit: a couple of goats were actually sitting on top of the tree’s branches! As we had read before, it is a rather common occurrence to see goats on top of trees in this area, since they like the argan fruit so much they are willing to climb up the trees. Unfortunately the bus passed by too quickly for us to take pictures, so here’s one from wikipedia:


Arriving in Essaouria, a cute seaside town that is known for its colonial history and arts community, we realized we might not have picked the right day to visit the seaside: a rain shower and cold wind greeted us when we stepped out of the bus. However, after walking through the busy medina and arriving at the seaside, the showers stopped and the sun came out for the rest of the day.



We enjoyed the rest of the day immensely, finally being able to take off our winter jackets.


A Portuguese watchtower from colonial times.

Local artwork exhibited at the old docks.


We found a coffee place on top of a roof and enjoyed the views of the vast, roaring sea.


And of course we spent some time at the beach!

In the evening, we took the bus back to Marrakech and had a quick dinner and a quiet evening in the riad, chatting with the other guests.

The next day started with another early morning. The travel agency had told us that we would be picked up by the van driver directly at our hotel, so we waited there, After half an hour of waiting, the van driver finally showed up. Turns out that even for locals our riad was very difficult to find! The other group members were already waiting for us and we took the last two spaces in the back of the crowded van. What followed was a silent three-hour bus ride in the cold, since the windows of the van wouldn’t close. Then we arrived at the Atlas mountains and started our ascend. We saw some stunning mountains, valleys and vegetation changing from lush green forests to brown shrubbery, with little clay houses nestles between the mountains.



Despite the beautiful views, I quickly found myself wishing that our mountain crossing would be over soon, since our van driver had a suicidal driving style on the very narrow and curvy mountain road…

Finally we arrived at the very top of the mountains and were surprise by some snow. The last thing we expected to see in Morocco!


After another few hours of driving down the mountain, we arrived at a village. In order to get to Kasbah Ait Benhaddou, a traditional oasis, we had to cross a river that had flooded during the torrential rains of the past few days. At least now the sun was getting stronger and I was even starting to sweat a bit.


Not having heard much about where our desert trip would take us, we were positively surprised by the picturesque oasis taken out of an Arabian nights picture book. No wonder this beautiful kasbah built entirely from loam was the backdrop for lots of movies and series, such as Gladiator and Game of Thrones.


When we arrived on top of a hill in the middle of the Kasbah, we had an amazing view on the lush green gardens and the stony desert landscape:


In the distance we could even see the Atlas mountains we had just crossed:


After we had lunch in the village, we drove another few hours through the mountainous area until nightfall. Then we stopped at a hotel in the middle of nowhere.


Other than our group, there were lots of other travelers heading for the desert in the hotel. Though the place was a bit dirty and freezing cold, since it was in the mountains, we had a good time, chatting with fellow travelers.

However, since it was around 10 degrees in our room and no heater to use, I could barely sleep that night and was a bit tired for the second day. Our first stop was nothing special though, so I got some time to relax, while we were shown a bunch of authentic (and expensive) Moroccan carpets in a town somewhere on the way to Erg Chebbi desert. Then we passed through Dades valley and saw some more cute kasbahs and lush green gardens along the road.


Then, around midday, we stopped at Todra Gorge and walked along the more touristic beginning of the gorge. While it was nice and empty when we were there, we could imagine the masses of tourists passing there during high season, since the path was lined with souvenir booths. To be honest, that ruined the whole experience a bit, because rather than being able to focus on the beautiful nature, we had to ward off sales people.



Then we spent some more hours in the bus, and finally we saw the rocky surroundings turn into beautifully shaped orange dunes. We had arrived at the highlight of our trip: Erg Chebbi, Morocco’s largest sand dune desert. After dropping our non-essential baggage in a camp, we met the camp inhabitants: camels. After everyone was introduced to their transportation for the afternoon, we were helped on the camel’s backs.


I expected the camel ride to be similar to a horseback ride, but it was more like a boat-ride: gently and slowly up and down.

The next hour, I took way too many photos and couldn't take my eyes from the scenery. This was the perfect alien experience I had been hoping for, almost like taken out of a scene from Star Wars: a few space-travelers riding through a vast orange sand field on a deserted planet. Only a bit of garbage here and there made me realize that this fascinating landscape was not as deserted as it seemed.


After an good hour of riding through the desert, we arrived at a desert camp that consisted of a few large nomad tents arranged in a circle. Next to the tent was an extremely high sand dune and our camel guide challenged us to climb up the dune and catch a last view of the disappearing sun. Unfortunately, in my haste to get up the dune, I forgot to bring my camera with me. After a challenging twenty-minute climb up, we arrived on top and were rewarded with a great view. While the sunset above the dunes was truly an amazing sight, I remember this as a rather sobering moment. When riding through the dunes in the afternoon, the landscape had seemed vast, infinite. Now I could see the road and the small city where we had started our trip. Even to the other side, I could see some small mountains not too far marking the end of the sand dunes. The romantic desert that I had seen before, now seemed a bit like an oversized sand box. 

After we descended the hill, we had an amazing evening of tajin-eating, sitting around the fire, star-counting, drumming and telling of adventure stories in a circle with the fellow travelers. 


It was not as cold as the previous night, so I could even get some sleep before we woke up at 6 am to watch the sun rise above the dunes.


After a more quiet camel-ride back, we arrived at the city and our trip was declared finished by our travel guide. This meant, that we would drive straight back to Marrakesh, without stopping anywhere along the way. However, we had planned to travel to the city Fez to spend the last few vacation days there and going back to Marrakesh would have been a major detour for us. So, we asked around and found four travelers that were planning to travel straight to Fez, just like us. Our travel guide suggested to drop us off in the next biggest town and call someone he knew to take us to Fez from there. We took his offer and promptly found ourselves dropped off in the middle of nowhere, next to an old, shabby Mercedes cab. Though the cab only had four seats, it turned out that this was in fact the car that the travel guide had arranged for the six of us. After some back and forth, we decided not to take the tiny taxi and instead travel with a medium-sized cheap, that conveniently was also waiting at the empty parking lot. Lucky us! The driver hadn't expected travelers that wanted to drive as far as Fez, but he was very flexible. We found that flexibility is a necessary virtue when travelling in Morocco.

So, we set out on our travels to Fez, passing amazing and differing landscapes, from beautiful kasbahs and empty stone fields to snowy forest with a traditional nomad camp (we chatted to them a bit during a toilet break) and the famous region Ifrane, the "Switzerland of Morocco". Once we stopped at a farm to buy some dried dades and later in the afternoon, we bought some delicious cakes somewhere next to the roa. Otherwise, we didn't have a lot of stops during our trip and since some of the landscapes we passed were really impressive, that was a bit of a shame.

After arriving in bustling Fez in the evening, we immediately went to our riad and had a small dinner.

The next morning, we had some energy again to walk around and discover this new town. We enjoyed our first few steps through the medina, getting a bit lost in the labyrinth streets. Unlike Marrakesh, in the narrow streets of Fez that were surrounded by streets stalls selling everything to tourists, we didn't get bothered as much by persistent sales people. Also, through the narrower net of streets, that truly were a labyrinth, the city seemed a bit more mysterious than Marrakesh.


After arriving at the blue gate, the most famous entry passage to the medina, we decided to leave the more touristic old town for a trip through the "normal" streets of Fez. Soon, we found ourselves climbing up a steep hill next. Before we knew it, we were standing on a platform overlooking the city. Next to us was a giant pile of rubbish and right in front of us was a breathtaking view: a shepherd was guiding his sheep over a very thin ridge, with the city as a backdrop. What a sight!



Then we walked along the edge of the park some more and all of a sudden found ourselves on a beautiful cliff with the most amazing view of the city. It was almost empty, only some locals were having lunch there. So, we sat down and completely forgot about time while viewing the spectacle of the busy city below, listening to the muezzin's midday prayer and the distant noises of people talking, cooking, living. It was so interesting, entertaining and relaxing at the same time, that we spend at least an hour just sitting there.



Then we walked a bit further, to a small castle above one of the city gates, where the numerous leather tanneries of Fez were drying their smelly products in the sun.



Then we explored the narrow labyrinth streets of the city some more, sat down at the Rcif square, the busiest square of Fez, and enjoyed an afternoon coffee. In the evening, we met up with one of the guys who had joined us on our trip from the desert to Fez and had camel burgers for dinner.

The next day, we enjoyed a long breakfast on our balcony, again with an amazing view.


Then we met up with our fellow travelers from the desert again. They had the idea of joining a city tour with a professional tour guide, to get in-depth insights about the history and stories lying behind the medieval walls of Fez el Bali (the old town), so we joined them.

The guidebook told us we would find an official guide at the blue gate (the most famous city gate in Fez), so we went there and asked around. Someone quickly appeared and told us he was an official tour guide, so we accepted his offer, but we soon began to question the guide's qualifications. While he could of course guide us around the labyrinth of the city and tell us a bit about the mosques and gates we were passing, he didn't offer a lot of explanations and even hit on the girls in the group (including me, unfortunately). As he was quite old and was calling us his "sons" and "daughters" and inappropriately tried to touch us (but didn't succeed), it was a bit creepy.

Still, we did get to see some interesting things on the tour. The guide took us to a lot of handcrafting shops, obviously knowing the people who worked there. While the objective there was clearly trying to sell us souvenirs, rather than explaining how everything was created, we didn't enjoy all of these stops. However, in a carpet shop, we got to see how fascinatingly fast the women were weaving the hand-crafted carpet and we even got to try ourselves.


Then we visited the famous leather tanneries of Fez. The view from the tanneries' rooftops was quite unique, but we didn't get what all the fuzz was about. After all, this was supposed to be Fez' most famous tourist attraction. We thought we saw a lot more exciting things than the tanneries during our time in Fez though.


After our strange guided tour was over in the afternoon, we decided to walk to another city gate and had an extremely local and simple dinner at Rcif square, consisting only of boiled potatoes and harrissa sauce.

Since the three Americans and the Australian guy that we had been meeting up with since our trip to the desert had a similar pace of sightseeing, we arranged a tour to Volubilis, the famous Roman ruins near Fez, for the next day together. Thankfully, we still had the phone number of our driver, Tata, who took us from the desert to Fez, so the next morning, he met us at the city gate and took us to the ruins.

After a scenic drive through olive groves and grassy hills, we arrived at Volubilis. We hadn't expected the area to be as huge as it was. The ruins of temples, bathhouses and palasts were stretching out for at least 10 square km. So, it took us a few hours to explore the ruins and discover the hidden and still surprisingly well preserved mosaics.





On our way back, Tata (our driver) suggested to stop in Meknes to visit the palace's horse stables and the old city. Not knowing what to expect, we agreed and soon found out what was so special about the royal stables in Meknes: they were gigantic. We found out that at some point, around twelve thousand horses were housed there!


After having lunch in the old town of Meknes, which was nice enough, but not as picturesque and unique as Fez, we headed back. Then we had to say goodbye to our fellow travelers over these last few days and our driver. Having spent quite a lot of time together and experienced so many great things in the group, it was a bit sad to part ways. But that's the traveling life and at least I still had my most important travel companion by my side for the rest of the vacation :).


In the evening, Jannes and I managed to get back to our favorite spot in Fez to watch our last Moroccan sunset. We could even catch some glimpses of the mountains on the horizon...


All in all, this vacation was so much more than I expected. I found out that there is more to see in Morocco than just a pretty desert and the souks of Marrakesh. The incredible nature and mountains that we could only see briefly, from out of a car window, made me want to come back one day and do some hiking. And Fez really was such an incredibly interesting city!

After this eventful, adventurous trip, I am ready to start working life.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

From super-typhoon to scorching heat: my summer vacation to Japan, Hong Kong and Xian

Again, a looong time has passed since my vacation in July. Before the vacation, I finished my Master's degree :)! After I came back, I spent a couple of rather frustrating months searching for a job. In the end of October I finally got a nice offer, so now I've got lots of free time to update my blog and travel :).

My two week vacation started off in Hong Kong, where I acclimated to the time difference for a day. Together with Jonas, my younger brother, I took a plane to Tokyo the following day. In the evening, my brother and I checked out the busy nightlife of Shinjuku, including a visit to a rather boring and slightly creepy cat cafe. The next day, I met up with my friend Paola, who was coincidentally visiting Japan the same week I was there, so we had planned to travel together. We met up at a popular meeting place, the Shibuya crossing. We caught up over a cup of coffee at the Starbucks overlooking the famous crossing. Watching hundreds of people walk across the street with their open umbrellas was a colorful sight:


Paola was accompanied by a friend, who had been staying in Tokyo for a couple of weeks already, so he was our tour guide for the day. Our first stop: the Meiji shrine, one of the few leftovers of Tokyo's short imperial history.

Here's a huge offering of sake barrels placed in the park around the shrine:


The shrine itself was typically Japanese in its simplicity and the well balanced composition it created with the nature surrounding it:



After our brief historical excursion, we walked around Ginza, an exclusive shopping district in Tokyo. However, we only found one store of interest, which was an electronics chain that exhibited an interactive robot to be used for home care. After a short and fruitless conversation with it we moved on.


Next, we went to Akihabara, a nice area with lots of arcades and small shops. Here, we had our first Japanese curry, which looked... well, it looked brown and disgusting (which is why I'm not including a picture), but it tasted amazing! Then we explored a couple of arcades and some small shops. One of them even had one of those used-panty vending machines upfront:


After stocking up on some delicious green tea Kitkat and other snack curiosities at a 5-story convenience store, we freshened up at the hotel and met in Ueno for dinner. There were a couple of cute streets with snack stalls, small restaurants and bars lined up next to each other. Paola's two friends who we met up with recommended a ramen restaurant and after some waiting, we lined up on seats facing the counter and had some very delicious ramen:



The next day we spent the morning in Tokyo and left for Kyoto in the afternoon. My brother and I started the day at the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, which was right next to our hotel. We took the elevator to the highest level and had a nice view of Tokyo. It was not the most impressive view, but we didn't want to spend crazy amounts of money on the Skytree entrance.


Then I met Paola at Ueno park and we had a nice walk and tried out some food and drinks. We got a drink at one of the countless soda machines you see in Tokyo at every corner and tried a bento box for lunch.


We also stumbled across a festively decorated street where some sort of temple celebration was happening:



Then we got our luggage at the hotel and met up at the train station. Our original plan was that Paola, my brother and I would travel to Kyoto by bullet train together, but my brother had lost his ticket, so he decided to stay in Tokyo alone for the next few days and Paola and I headed for Kyoto. After a fast but eventless ride on the bullet train, we arrived in Kyoto and had dinner at a sushi restaurant (good but nothing exceptional). The hostel had a very nice common room (typically Japanese), so we decided to hang out and meet some other travelers.

It turned into a rather long evening in the end and we even went to a nearby Karaoke. On our way there, some locals joined us and we had a weird and fun Karaoke experience, including lots of very drunk people singing awfully to the Mickey Mouse song.

As you can imagine, the next day started a bit later, with a convenience store-breakfast and a shopping trip for comfortable shoes, since I had only packed sandals (smart!) and had a huge blister on each foot. After the shoe situation was sorted out, Paola, two guys from the hostel and I started our tour of Kyoto's sights at the thousand buddha temple (Sanjusangen-do). It was quite impressive seeing a thousand buddha statues lined up inside the temple. Since we were not allowed to take pictures inside, here's one of the outside:


Then we visited the Inari mountain on the outskirts of Kyoto. What's so special about the way up the mountain are the peculiar red archways and the many small shrines bordering every path.




Though the sight of these red arches and the way that they wind up the mountain was extremely pretty, our experience there was rather short-lived, because halfway up the mountain the sky suddenly open up and we were drenched to the bone before we could find a place to take cover from the rain. This meant that our sightseeing trip ended sooner than expected. On our way back to the hostel, we still got to enjoy some views of Kyoto's small, idyllic streets.


In the evening, when the rain had cleared a bit, we grabbed a quick meal at an Udon restaurant.


Then we headed out to Gion, the center of Kyoto's nightlife, in old as well as in modern times. This district is very well known, among tourists for its typically Japanese street corners where Geishas can still be caught walking to a client from time to time and to locals for its expensive restaurants and questionable evening entertainment. We had a great walk through the festively lit streets that evening. There were so many things happening in the small side streets, it was lively and entertaining. We saw fancy restaurants behind long archways, that exhaled an air of exclusivity right next to seedy strip clubs. Two guys with make-up even handed us a promotional fan for a host club, where women can go to be served and pampered by young-looking guys. The two guys that we asked to take a picture of us looked and behaved exactly the way that yakuza, the Japanese mafia, would in the movies. So, even though we didn't even visit any places and just walked around, the Gion district left a lasting impression on us.





After we got back from our walk, we planed what to do the next day. Our plans actually had been changing back and forth, mostly because of the weather. As you might have seen on the pictures, most of the time it had been raining and it had been getting worse after we arrived in Kyoto. The previous night, the weather lady had told us the reason for this: there was a super-typhoon (emphasis on super) coming to Japan and it would hit Kyoto the following day, meaning heavy wind and endless rain for a day. But we were still determined to visit Nara, one of the old capitals, the next day. However, we decided to head back to Kyoto in the evening, rather than staying in Osaka over night. People told us stories about trains not running in bad typhoons, so we were cautious about leaving early in the morning and not staying in Nara too long.

The next morning it was surprisingly calm out and we had no trouble on our 1.5 hour travel to Nara. What's so special about this rather small city is the huge park that takes up half of the old city center. There are several old temples spread over this park and the most special thing about it: deer are roaming around the grounds freely, mingling with tourists.




As you can imagine, the deer were used to the tourists and getting their daily snack-fix from them. So, at some point, a deer suddenly jilted forward to me holding up my map of the park and took a big bite out of it!


We walked through the park, watched the deer and enjoyed the sights of the old temples, but we didn't visit any, since most entrances were quite steep and it was enough to see the nice park. Since Nara isn't that big, we managed to catch an early train back to Kyoto, still a bit afraid of the upcoming typhoon.

In Kyoto, we walked back from the station to the hostel and decided to get some more views of Kyoto on our way. We took our time when we got to the Higashiyama District, taking in the refined and polished (though very touristic) sights of lined-up temples, shrines and cute houses.



In the evening we decided to walk through Gion again, this time with some other travelers from the hostel. We had some curry, which was not as good as the one we had in Tokyo and went to a very nice bar to have some fruit-sake. The Yuzu sake was delicious (don't have a picture unfortunately..)! Afterwards we relaxed at the hostel common room, which had grown a lot on us over the past three days.


Well and unfortunately the next day my short Japan trip was already over... We took the train back to Tokyo in the afternoon. First it all went smoothly, but when I arrived in Tokyo, I stepped into the wrong train to the airport and until I figured that out, we were already at the next station. So I had to walk back to central station, wait for another train. This train, as luck would have it, also had a half an hour delay when we arrived at the airport, so I effectively arrived at the airport 20 minutes before take-off. Don't ask me how, but somehow I managed to make it on time and was on my way back to Hong Kong.

Since this was my last trip to our apartment in Hong Kong, I'll take the time to talk a bit about it. The next few days were spent shopping, roaming around different neighborhoods, relaxing and, of course, we watched the World Cup final.


My mum invited me for lunch at a Thai restaurant (yummy), for dim sum at the City Hall (I miss dim sum in Europe so much!) and she had the nicest (late) birthday surprise for me: we took a one hour tour on a junk, lying on a comfortable seat, sipping on a glas of wine enjoying the amazing skyline.




One last 'jog' on the peak road:


On one of my last days in Hong Kong, we planned a day trip to Lantau, first Mui Wo, then to the fishing village Tai O. Though I've been to Mui Wo before, I've never walked around much and for the first time I noticed how laid-back and provincial this town, close to the airport and Hong Kong Island, is.



Tai O had a similar vibe and was, surprisingly, pretty empty. The few tourists that had come with us didn't disturb the peaceful, quiet atmosphere, only the rain was a bit annoying.



To end my two week vacation, my parents and I had planned to spend a weekend in Xi'an, a city which I never managed to visit during my time in Shanghai. After arriving at night, we got a taste of the crowded Muslim quarter with its lively, but also rather dirty, market. After coming from Japan and Hong Kong, I had to get used to the dirt again!

On our first day, we started early to see the most popular attraction in Xi'an: the terracotta warriors. As expected, it was terribly crowded and inside the dark hall the heat from the strong sun collected and made us all sweat through our clothes. Nevertheless, I was glad to have seen the hundreds of century-old statues lined up:


Visiting the terracotta warriors museum took all of the early afternoon. In the late afternoon, we still managed to visit one more sight in Xi'an, so we decided to check out the Big Goose Pagoda.


For our last day in Xi'an, we had something special planned: a bike-ride on the City Wall. What's so special about it is that the City Wall is very wide and surrounds the entire core of the city without interruption. It only took us around one hours, despite the heat, to circle the city atop the wall.




On our way to the airport, we stopped at the Mausoleum site of the first Qin emperor, which also had an impressive, though not quite as huge, number of terracotta afterlife dolls as the terracotta warriors museum. Then, our trip to Xi'an was over and so was my summer vacation...

Hopefully I'll go on another nice trip at some point, so I can hopefully update this blog again soon!