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Published: July 28th 2005
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I thought this shot was quite clever..
Here's the beginning of that 500sq metre plot that Cao Cao is probably buried in. Approximately. lol. In an utterly random turn of events, my dad completely randomly suggested on the phone that I take a detour to Chengdu, in Sichuan, 561 miles away!
The original plan was to head north to Shaolin, and then east to Xi'an, (look it up on a map if you want) but this kind of turbelence is typical of my dad, as any member of my family will know.
Hence, here I am in Sichuan, dubbed as being host to the best food in China, and really very hot.
There's a saying that goes:
Visit Sichuan when you're old, because when you get there you'll never want to leave
Some friends of the family were extrememly kind in letting me stay with them there, and I toured most of the sights with their daughter, Anna.
Chengdu is strange; you know how Shanzhen was all towering skyscrapers and lights, while Xiangtan hadn't changed for a few hundred years? Chengdu seems to have randomly plonked towering buildings and malls on top of an ancient city, resulting in no 'modern' and 'slum' quarter, but instead 400yr old buildings next to 40 storey flats....?
First stop was the Wuhou Temple, and anyone who has played Dynasty Warriors will recognise the names Cao Cao, Zhuge Liang, and
Liu Bei
He seems umm fatter than his character in Dynasty Warriors... ok I felt really dumb here, my only knowledege of this epic part of chinese history derived from a Playstation game. Liu Bei, all opf which have shrines in the temple. It's also Cao Cao's final resting place, but being a paranoid little tyrant, he had about 70 fake graves made all over the place, so nobody knows which one is the real one anymore.
Instead, we all just circle the approximate area of about 500sq metres which I found quite amusing.
Later the same day, Anna took me to Dufu's Thatched Cottage, and for those ignorant few (like me) who don't know about this guy, he existed about 3000 yrs ago, and wrote hundreds of poems in his little thatched cottage, and in terms of fame and popularity, he's a bit of a chinese Shakespeare.
Wandering around the (reconstructed) cottage, I tried to understand how he managed to capture the essence of nature in his works and stuff. Unfortunately hardly anyone can even understand the poems in their original format without a few years of study, thanks to how the language has changed.
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