By Evan
For the last month or so, especially during the particularly biting cold portions of this unseemly winter (yes, climate change really is a vast conspiracy), all we could think of was how great it would be to finally arrive in Hainan Island, the PRC’s largest island and southernmost territory. Granted, the island isn’t the most LBX place in the world, but the majority population is Han Chinese. Really though, we just wanted to ride our bikes around a big tropical island for a few weeks, camping on beaches and eating coconuts/bananas/seafood/whatever else the lovely minorities here have about.
So, with the intention of coming to Hainan as fast as possible, we lit out of Guangzhou like bats out of hell (the “out of hell” portion to be taken literally), intending to make the 450 km push to Zhanjiang (湛江) in four days, where the internet reported there would be ferry service direct to Haikou (海口), the capital of Hainan. Do I need to mention the maxim about mice and men and their foolish plans anymore? First, the only cultural activity we had intended on the roll toward Zhanjiang, the watchtower buildings built by returning overseas Chinese in Taishan and Kaiping (台山與開平僑鄉的碉樓) turned out to already be touristified to hell, with 50 yuan tickets just to see the old ones. Well, *&#@ that! We won’t pay! Other than the historical implications of passing through the area that produced 70+% of all early Chinese immigration to China, a few ragged watchtowers on the side of the road, and a higher preponderance of Western Unions (西聯匯款), it was a bust. Then a one-two combo of rain and creaky knees slowed our progress yet another day. (more…)