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A sweet and sour trip

Martin Woollacott

Holidaying in the People's Republic has changed beyond recognition now that the new Chinese middle classes have learned to love it.

Seeing the sights: Chinese tourists on the Great Wall at Jinshanling, Hebei province.(Mark Ralson, AFP)

The Chinese are on the move. In search of their history, their spiritual traditions, their temples, the places of natural beauty celebrated by their poets and painters, fun, pleasure and good food, they are criss-crossing their own country as tourists in a way they have never done before.

Only 10 or 15 years ago, most Chinese would neither have expected nor perhaps even wanted an annual vacation. Now they do, and their voyages of discovery and recovery in their own country are part of a burgeoning of domestic tourism that has, among other things, changed the nature of travel in China for foreigners.

The old kind of Chinese holiday, in which a sprinkling of Westerners went on constrained tours on which they met few local people other than hotel staff and guides, is long gone — just a memory. These days you are elbow to elbow with the masses, although perhaps a little better fed and watered. You don’t go on holiday to China any more. You go on holiday with the Chinese.

This sharing of the tourist experience with a new Chinese middle class has become the essence of travel in China, fascinating and sometimes frustrating at the same time. But if the phrase “middle class” gives the impression of a relatively small elite, it would be a wrong one. Feats of organisation and a still expanding transport infrastructure funnel hundreds of thousands of people to the main destinations. In October’s Golden Week last year (one of the country’s semiannual seven-day national holidays), 302-million tourist trips were recorded. When foreigners join these flows they are mere drops in the torrent.

Take Yellow Mountain, a vertiginous peak in Anhui province, and a famous beauty spot. It looks like a Chinese painting — conifers clinging to jagged, near-vertical cliffs, jungly clefts visible from thousands of feet above as you ascend in a state-of-the-art Austrian cable car with reassurances in three languages for white-knuckled passengers. When you get to the top you find a score of hotels ingeniously inserted into the crags and a vast network of paths and steps leading to wonderfully named vantage points such as Monkey Gazing at the Sea, Cloud Dispelling Pavilion and Beginning to Believe.

You also find perhaps 20 000 other tourists, nearly all Chinese, and with them you labour up the endless steps, united in a wordless language of gasps, pants and suddenly wobbly knees. The triumph mingled with commiseration on the faces of those coming down encourages those yet to make the blessed transition from ascent to descent.

In between, there are the views. It is moving to see how the Chinese pay their respects to beauty. There is no jostling, crowded though the viewing platforms are, little litter, no yelling, no tussles between young men. Instead, an almost religious attitude prevails.

Numbers like these demand complex technical backup. The mountain has its own police and emergency force who, rather charmingly, are also allowed to sell ice lollies. Food, fuel, laundry and other necessities come up daily, carried on wooden yokes by porters. It would be too expensive, it is explained, to use the cable cars and, anyway, people need the jobs. So, as elsewhere in China, traditional and taxing physical labour exists side by side with the most modern equipment.

The dichotomy that marks tourism everywhere — that your holiday is somebody else’s hard work, and in any case has brought changes that may have damaged as well as enriched local people — is evident, too, in another Chinese phenomenon: the preserved village. The Chinese converge on these places, typically approached through miles of unprepossessing and sometimes positively ugly urban and semi-urban tracts. Then, suddenly, like gold amid all this dross, the village is revealed.

These communities, such as the Wuzhen water village on the Changjiang river, near Hangzhou in Zhejiang province, are built low in wood and stone, in a traditional grey and white Chinese style. They are astonishingly charming, but in some cases, such as Wuzhen, the original population has been moved out or, in others, carries on as slightly mutinous extras around the boutique hotels and shops. Artifice is another aspect: the difference between old and new, genuine and reconstructed, is not always that clear in China.

One village in which we stayed, Nanping in Anhui, takes things even further. It looks centuries old, and part of it is. But the hotel complex is based on a film set that director Zhang Yimou used for his 1989 film Ju Dou. Courtyards, canals and inward-facing Chinese houses linked by narrow stone alleys constitute a wonderful maze. At the centre of it is, surprisingly, an American bar complete with a neon sign and ancient Philip Morris cigarette advertisements. The beds in these village hotels are often of the old Chinese type, low wooden structures with no mattress and a couple of sheets — one sleeps like a baby.

Whether these spots are genuinely old or partly confected, the Chinese approach them with a certain reverence, as reminders of their own not too distant past. The reverence is even more pronounced at religious sites. Incense sticks are constantly renewed at Buddhist temples by men and women who, if not always worshipping in the full sense, are certainly paying homage. Many kneel to pray; some bring offerings of fruit or flowers.

The famous Temple of Soul’s Retreat (Lingyin Temple) above Hangzhou West Lake is like a conveyor belt bearing pilgrims through its avenues and grottos to the temple. A steep climb above the temple, with the crowds rapidly thinning out, is a Buddhist tea room that serves sublime tea and simple vegetarian food.

The damage that an intensively commercial tourism could cause is obvious. Tourism-related projects are getting the same high — perhaps too high — attention and investment that other parts of China’s infrastructure are receiving.

In 2009, the State Council designated tourism a “pillar industry”. Attempts are being made to get the Chinese to take their holidays evenly throughout the year, changing the pattern in which certain key dates represent huge peaks. The many Chinese who still do not have, or do not take, their holidays are to be encouraged to do so. An expanded tourism will boost consumption, giving China a more balanced economy.

Yet for many poorer regions getting the balance right between encouraging tourism and the Disneyfication of their heritage is crucial. The boost to their local economies can be vital, but serious harm can also be done. Beautiful valleys have been stripped of their farms and filled with cheap and not very cheerful resort hotels or with dismal “fishing lodges” and farmed fish in concrete tanks.

There are political frictions too: tourism is not without the confrontations common in other areas of Chinese life. Thousands of tourists threw bottles and blocked traffic recently because they thought a party of high officials was delaying their visit to a popular lake in Jilin province.

You can still get away from it all in China. If you drive north of Beijing to little-visited stretches of the Great Wall and can handle a stiff climb, you will find yourself gloriously perched on a tumbledown stone slab watching young Chinese in mountain gear and kneepads scrambling, abseiling and roping themselves up and down to the ruined guard houses that top each rollercoaster peak. They welcome you gleefully in often excellent English and then are off again like gazelles to the next one.

Technically illegal, but wonderful fun. Confucius’s dictum “Wherever you go, go with all your heart” could well have been coined with such young people in mind. — © Guardian News & Media 2012

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