Travel is something we consider ourselves quite good at by now. We’ve learned how to pack efficiently, how to budget (cough cough), the places to eat and the places to not bother with and, on the whole, how to not accumulate crap as we travel. Note, this does not apply when we are actually LIVING in a foreign country, where we gather beautiful, impractical and heavy books like we were starting a library, eventually shipping them back to NZ at great cost to await our eventual return…but that’s another story.
The moral is that when we are on holiday, we take very little and sometimes leave a wee bit of extra space for a small souvenir or gift for someone. Yes, we factor that into our packing by this stage of our adventuring. How organised is that?!
In our absolute GLEE to be out of Hong Kong for a few days (HK we love you but sometimes we need some time apart) and to actually even make it to Xi’an something went a bit fuzzy in our brains…
Day one (and every other day!) saw us trawling the Muslim food quarter and BANG before you knew it, we had bought something to shame/delight our future offspring with…after all, what baby doesn’t need to be dressed up like an undignified *but oh so cute* panda bear?!
Not a great start.
Anyway, the driving force behind our idea to even travel to Xi’an was to see the famous terracotta warriors. Considered the unofficial “8th wonder of the world”, these 2200 year old fellas were initially uncovered 1974 by a farmer, who must have been surprised as heck when a clay head rolled onto his toes…
Of course now the highlight of his days is meeting people like us. Oh and Bill Clinton. You know. Just the usual.
The terracotta warriors are pretty spectacular. In vary degrees of fixed-up-ed-ness, these dudes stand proud and, to be honest, a lot taller than we were expecting! 700,00 workers were employed to make an estimated 8,000 soldiers, 130 chariots with 520 horses and 150 calvary horses, all in the aid of protecting the first Emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang, in the afterlife. What’s really cool about these guys, is that their faces are all different and their heights, hairstyles and clothing all vary in accordance with rank. Imagine being the project manager of this epic task!
Out of nowhere, Dan decides that the absolute best way to commemorate this day and have it live on in memory forever is, naturally, to take a warrior home. After sneaking off from our ‘non-shopping’ tour, he pursued a vigorous inspection of the various sizes, shapes and prices of the terracotta. FYI, these things are NOT cheap. Prices come in two brackets, the first being inclusive of shipping, the second without but most normal, sane tourists opt for the first option so their expensive purchase can be appropriately wrapped, insured and shipped carefully to the international destination of choice. Logistically, it also saves you the hassle of walking out with a heavy terracotta man under your arm.
But not our Dan, oh no. For the particularly man he wanted, the price with shipping was prohibitive, confirmed by a direct NO from the relative piece of plastic. When he reswiped with the non-shipping price, the resounding yes, meant he was now the proud owner of his very own piece of artificial history. Which he would have to carry back to Hong Kong and eventually New Zealand.
Of course, the laughs don’t stop there. H-J couldn’t help but point out that he hadn’t even in fact purchased a warrior but the Emperor himself, who isn’t even depicted in the pits. Still, Dan was chuffed and even now regularly high-fives the little stone guy who presides over the corner of our lounge.
The budget was fairly well annihilated by this point but we do have a few other weird purchases to share with you. Remember these from the food street?
Vibrant, gorgeously-green, dried kiwifruit, look lovely in big, abundant displays lining the streets of the crowded markets. Why we thought we needed to bring a large bag of them back to Hong Kong with us, we’ll never quite figure out. For the record, they taste way less like kiwifruit and more just like sweet, chewy discs. Chances are we’ll just rehydrate them and put them in a cake or something which potentially defeats the entire purpose of the exercise.
Last but not least was the equally weird purchase of a matching set of Mr. Bean themed demi-tasse.
There is nothing remotely Chinese about these or any way can really justify this buy, other than to say the behaviour can be somewhat explained by the nature of the day on which we bought them…but that’s story for another blog!
In the meantime, we should probably have our cash removed and be sent to the corner.