
I hired a driver, Xie, who brought me to Lugu Lake, and afterward, down
to
Dali. He brought his family (shown above) along, and they vacationed
independently.
Although we had no words in common, we communicated well
during the trip and had fun. Above, they are waving out the minibus
windows. But to Lugu, it was a rough mountainous ride, often on
unpaved roads. I taught "little Xie," the 11
year old some harmonica and penny whistle to the delight of his
parents. See my blog
for 22 August.
In Ninglang we had a grand lunch in a one-table restaurant in a home
(farm)
with a garden
view behind.

We
crossed past the second bend of Jinsha Jiang (River of Golden Sands,
the western Yangtze) and up a tributary into the mountains, the
Mianmian Shan,
with 4400m (13,000' peaks). There had been frequent landslides
and boulders dropped across the road from the heavy rains. Many roads
we traveled were being cleared. In the mountains, the clouds at times
made
everything but our ridge road
disappear into the mist, giving the illusion of driving up a
roadway floating through the
clouds. I chose to visit Lige village on the Lake - more tranquil than
the nearby Luoshui town.
Coming down the mountain road at the Sichuan Border, we spy Lugu
Lake and Liwubi Island.
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Looking out from the tiny town of Lige at a guest house on Lige Island.
From a book, an aerial view of Lige Island, which connects via a
peninsula to the lakeside town. The lake changes color reflecting the
sky, at altitude 2600m (8000') with depths up to 90m (270') and good
fishing.
Due to the flooding, there was no shoreline. One gets around by
jumping from stone to stone - sometimes very funny. Above center I have
walked out toward the island and am looking back at the town.
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The boats are called zhucao ("pig troughs")
a term
derived from an
ancient myth. The women sing beautiful traditional songs while
paddling. The Mosuo are the last matrilineal society
in the world, it is said. Men visit the women when given permission,
but leave in the morning for their mother's house (the so-called
walking-marriages). The women own the land, houses, businesses, and
raise the children, while the men are behind the scenes, mostly as
laborers. But running a household for the women also includes
tending animals and gathering firewood. See my blog.
This woman said to me (it was translated) "I am in my dirty work
clothes now. Why not photograph me tonight at the dance in my nice
clothes?"
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In summer it is an idyllic place with ducks swimming in the water
lilies, but the land is covered with snow all winter. On the
hill shown below is the "Coca-Cola School,"
which was paid for by the company. (However the company gave no money
for
teachers and I hear the kids run riot at the school).
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By having the good fortune of meeting Netty (Li li Lu) I was introduced
to a Mosuo
family with whom I hung out. They live in the 100 year old cabin
featured above. Here, the grandmother is stepping out of the the cabin
to
tend the pig, ducks, and beehive. She told me, that, if I stayed in
town,
I could be "married" with in a week - to a 13-year old if I liked. I
declined, but I did enjoy getting to know her family. Her home is
the bottommost brown one in the aerial view shown in the 8th photo
above. The pagoda/gazebo shown directly above, in
town, with ducks going by, is
where we docked the boat after paddling from the island. The
townspeople enjoy
lakeside barbecues under the tents.
But it came time to leave. When we piled into the bus, I noticed that
Xie was taking a bucket full of live frogs back home from their
family's boat
outing onto Liwubi Island. The family is Naxi, who revere frogs, but I
suspect they also enjoy them for a meal.
Netty joined us traveling back down to Lijiang. We stopped in some
rugged terrain to buy vegetables.
Huge version of this panorama
7 Mbytes of the mountain road over the river- Larger than screen.
We lunched on river catfish beside the River of Golden Sands.
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And for the third time I returned to Lijiang. We dropped
Netty off and proceed to Dali.