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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Xi'an's Muslim Quarter

East meets Middle-East. Modern civilization meets legendary silk road. Xi'an, one of the ancient capitals of China, is downright fascinating it can amuse even the jaded long-term traveller.


Entrance to the Great Mosque of Xi'an. Looking very Chinese.

It was difficult to leave the comforts of our Bell Tower Youth Hostel room, but we only had two days in the city so we dragged ourselves out of bed for a DIY walking tour.

When in Xi'an, the first order of business is to get a map. You can visit about five sights that are within a short walking distance from each other. Fortunately, our hostel is located less than 2 kilometers from these sights. Unfortunately, temperature that day was the usual 1°C. So cryophobic Shervin and I agreed not to explore past a 2-kilometer radius.

We first headed to the Beiyuanmen Muslim Culture Street (north side). Xi'an's inhabitants are predominantly Han Chinese, but along Beiyuanmen, the main residents are the Hui people. The Hui people are recognized as a Chinese ethnic group who practices Islam. So it is common (but still looks odd to me) to see local men wearing white skullcaps and women wearing head scarves strolling along this street, greeting each other "assalaamu 'alaykum".


Piping hot tea drink with fungi chewies for ¥5 sold along Beiyuanmen.

And as Muslims, they follow Islamic dietary laws. If you go to the Muslim Quarter to sample food at the hawker stands, do not expect to find pork dumplings. Their main protein source is mutton (and yes, tofu too) - halal certified, of course. Kebabs and Arabic bread rule the streets here!

After covering a few meters of Beiyuanmen, we turned right into a smaller alley marked with a directional sign to the Great Mosque. There we found more hole-in-the wall restos and colorful souvenir shops. The air smelt of dried fruits (dates, drool!), and spices that reminded me of Al Ain, U.A.E. where I worked a year ago.

The next sign to the mosque led us to another alley, a quiet one without stores. The pavement wet from the drizzle of snow earlier that morning. Besides us there were only two other people, both Muslims, passing by. The last sign, posted at the end of the alley, says it's just 50 more meters to the left.


Left: 50m to go. Right: An almost deserted alley to the mosque.

Admission fee to the Great Mosque is ¥12. A mini booklet regarding the Great Mosque's history is provided. The ticket checker amazingly speaks fluent Spanish (he was chatting with a tourist from Spain). A Chinese Muslim fluent in Spanish. You gotta love Xi'an and its perplexing surprises!

The mosque was built during the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. Its construction followed traditional Chinese architecture, so it has no domes nor minarets. To be honest, I was a wee bit disappointed about that. Nevertheless, it was interesting to see Chinese structures with Arabic writings engraved on them.

Within the grounds, I felt absolute solemnity. For real. It was the most peaceful worship place I have ever been. So peaceful I heard a flock of birds flap their wings as they swoosh above us. We wandered around for about fifteen minutes until the call to prayer blasted from the speakers and broke the silence.


The Wooden Memorial Archway built in the 17th century.

Groups by groups, Muslim men poured in. We were in front of The Worship Hall, where tourists are not allowed to enter. They didn't seem to mind our presence. We started to leave anyway, to pay our respects.

Lunch was the next part of the itinerary. Though a steaming bowl of noodles was very inviting, we chose to have middle-eastern food. So we walked back to the resto we passed en route to the mosque, where kebabs were grilled upon order.


Smoke from kebabs on the grill and noodles in the wok. Muslim Quarter's food stalls can entice every taste bud.

A young Hui (probably in his early teens) with brown hair and big eyes, tossed our beef kebab on the grill as he danced and sang to the Arabic tune on his player. Every waiter/cook who were working there looked more middle-eastern than Chinese. They spoke good English and were very friendly to us. We were asked to take our seats (we were being swallowed by the smoke as we stood by the grill), and they'll just serve our food.

Aside from the kebab and bread, we ordered mutton in fried rice. The rice was so greasy, it was swimming in mutton oil. I totally loved it! Shervin though, who's Persian born, was sickened. Altogether meals just cost ¥30, for us two.


Left: Beef kebab and a not-so-fresh-but-good-anyway Arabic bread. Right: Mutton with greasy-yummy fried rice.

After lunch, we checked our map once more and took a different route going back to the hostel. Although the Bell Tower and Drum Tower were on the way, we slashed them from our list because we didn't want to spend ¥40 to see the two (¥27 if you'll only check out one).

At that time we were very careful in handling our money for we didn't know yet how much we'll be paying for our visit to the Terracotta Warriors Museum which happens the day after!

Oh, speaking of which, I bought two miniature warriors before we left the Muslim Quarter. Only ¥15 for both. I was thinking they might be expensive in souvenir shops at the museum... and you'll soon find out if I was right or not.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Beijing-Xi'an: Into The Falling Snow

Shervin and I celebrated our last hurrah in Beijing at Xiabu Xiabu. Earlier that day we finally visited the Great Wall of China but did not move on to the Ming Tombs because we needed to get ready for our 12-hour train ride to Xi'an.

Drop it like it's hot into the shabu-shabu pot!

Xiabu Xiabu (shabu-shabu) is a popular bar-style hotpot place located at Henderson Centre, across our accommodation, Beijing City Central Youth Hostel. At 3-ish in the afternoon, the usually packed resto only had 3 other diners. The menu is unfortunately in Chinese characters, and nobody from the staff spoke English. Not even one word. Oh sorry, some were able to say 'hello'.

Our Lonely Planet China has a brief review of the place, and it has Mandarin translation of the usual ingredients ordered: soup base or broth - guodi, beef - feiniu, tofu - doufu, and cabbage - dabaicai. Also, it's important to mention if you want it spicy - la, or not spicy - bu la.

We ordered all of the above except cabbage, not spicy. The meal might seem ordinary, but wait until you dip each bite in their phenomenal sesame(?) sauce and you'll instantly figure out why they have so many branches within the city. It's very affordable too! Our bill was only ¥23.

After a tummy-warming mid-afternoon snack, we headed to our hostel. Our train to Xi'an (¥274) leaves Beijing West Train Station at 8:30PM, we still had time to rest a bit (Beijing City Central Youth Hostel charges ¥10-15 per hour past check-out time, no need to pay for another full day).

While packing our stuff, we watched Culture Express on CCTV (China Central Television). It was featuring Macau, and its upcoming celebrations for the 10th anniversary of its return to the motherland. We liked Culture Express so much because it's one of the few shows that's in English.

By 6:00PM we were ready to go. I had three warm layers of clothing on me plus a down jacket. We will be walking a kilometer from the Military Museum subway station to the Beijing West Train Station. That'll be the first time for me to walk outdoors at night in Beijing.

We checked out and made our way to Beijing Railway subway station, paid ¥2 each for tickets, hopped on a train to Jianguomen transfer station then another train to the Military Museum subway. Once we exited the station, we started our stroll.

Passengers of intercity trains are expected to be at the gates an hour before departure time. We decided to leave the hostel early so we could have a leisurely walk to the station. Along the way, we saw a street vendor selling fried stuff.

The fried chicken looked good, plus it was cheap (¥5 for a leg) so I bought one. We were surprised the lady popped it in the microwave for a few seconds before throwing it in a paper bag. A street vendor with a microwave?!

I decided to eat it a bit later, so we continued walking. We climbed a footbridge to the entrance of the station. Boy, that place is hectic! A signboard displays the gates for the trains. Ours was Gate 2, right at the entrance. We were still an hour and a half early so we had dinner at a restaurant just beside Gate 1 (meals are at ¥18).

After 30 minutes, we were back at Gate 2 and found the other passengers in queues already. Boarding has just been announced. We couldn't understand the commotion. Everyone's chattering and pushing even though the officers weren't letting people in yet. Another 30 minutes, the gate was finally open - and oh-my-gosh it was like a stampede! Okay it wasn't that brutal, but dang you should have seen how locals shoved each other. I felt sorry for the women and children.

Thank goodness we passed the gate alive. But that was not the end of it. We then noticed our co-passengers running to the cabins. Still wondering what was going on, I started running myself and Shervin ran after me as he shouted, "Why are we running?".

"I don't know, everyone else is.", I replied. I glanced at our ticket and checked our cabin number. I noticed that there was no bunk indicated. It dawned on me that people were trying to get the best beds, which are the bottom-most ones (to have an idea on what Chinese train are like, click here). I reached our cabin first, panting but relieved. No one was there yet so we placed our bags on the beds, marking our territory. The train was a fullhouse, unlike our Hong Kong-Beijing one.

It was just going to be a 12-hour trip anyway. Most of the time we will be sleeping. The men from the middle and upper bunks climbed up only at bed time. They never said anything to us, nor did they speak to their fellow locals. I just imagined, if only they're Filipinos, they'd already be textmates or Facebook contacts before the trip ends.

Oh wait, one of them actually asked Shervin, "Weh al yoo flom (where are you from)?". When he replied "Australia", the guy shook his head and left the room.

The next morning, I got up early to go to the restroom. I was surprised that aside from me, there was only one other passenger who was awake at 7:00AM. Everyone else started getting up at 8 including the mighty sun. As the fog thinned out, a blanket of snow can be seen covering the vast fields we passed. Not a good sign.

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Snowy view from our cabin's window.

The reason why we were moving to Xi'an's not just to see the Terracotta Warriors, but also because we thought it's going to be warmer there. It was, but just a 1°C difference.

The train halted at 9:30. For a moment I felt cowardly again towards the cold, like what happened when we first arrived in Beijing. Suddenly, I saw snow lightly showering. My fear morphed into sheer excitement. I've never experienced falling snow before. What a wonderful way to be welcomed!

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