In Guilin, The Hills Are very much Alive

If you don’t believe my interpretation of Guilin’s limestone karst hills, that’s fine. One thousand years ago, poet Fan Chengda would paint the hills of Guilin and send them to his friends, but alas, he said, “Few believed what they saw.” That being said, Guilin’s scenery is indeed like a painting that comes to life. Blessed are those who believe without seeing!

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Gugusan karts yang permai, dilihat dari Moon Hill, Yangshuo.

Once arrived and still coffeeless, I planned to sleep on the bus. However, soon at the first sight of the limestone karst hills, I was fully awake. I’ve seen the beautiful karst hills of Jogjakarta and Nusa Penida, yet Guilin’s are much bigger, both in size and range. So beautiful, so captivating. At the foot of the hills, the rows of houses, vegetable gardens, stores, schools… they looked familiar: a bit of Glodok, a bit of Singkawang, a bit of Medan. But the hills, they looked completely otherworldly.

One of my only a few references about Guilin was The Joy Luck Club. In the book, author Amy Tan narrates how people fled to Guilin during the Japanese invasion in the 1940’s. They hid in the hills and the caves. That was why every time I saw a cave, I wondered was it once a hiding place? How many persons hid inside? How did they camouflage the entrance? Was it the cave where the old Muslim couple and their two “new” children lived?

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Indahnya Sungai Yulong di Yangshuo, Guilin.

Reading the book, my heart broke when it came to the part about Suyuan fleeing Guilin when the Japanese began to bomb the city. She carried her twins in both arms. At one point she grew so ill and had to give up the twins on the roadside with all jewelry, hoping someone would save and return them to her Shanghai address after the war.

Suyuan survived the war and immigrated to the US. For years, she wondered whether they were still alive—a very painful memory she had to live with.

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Baby’s day out dengan emak dan engkong!

What would become of the twins? It is one of the most thrilling parts of The Joy Luck Club. You should read it yourself. It’s a good book.

Anyway, it was estimated 4 million people fled to Guilin during the World War II. Now, there are about 4.7 millions of people live in Guilin. The number is relatively “small” for a big region in China. That is beneficial for residents and travelers alike. You can expect no traffic. Loved riding a bike and an electric motor around the towns, stopping to take pictures or buy some snacks.

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Jauh-jauh ke Yangshuo, eh jumpa kue maco yang diindonesianisasi dengan nama onde-onde!

Loved stall hopping, checking souvenirs, and tasting local food—the authentic Chinese food! I loved hiking there to the heights to see the view below. It forces you to do much legwork but the views are unbeatable. I cannot recall how many hills I hiked during the trip. Is it 5 or 6? 

Everywhere I went in Guilin, people talked to me in Mandarin Chinese, perhaps because I look a lot like them. On the other hand, I often caught myself speaking to them in Indonesian, because they look a lot like Indonesians! It is of no surprise and most Indonesians know that, according to the official textbooks, the ancestors of Indonesians were from Yunnan, China.

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Eloknya sunset di Guilin.

Tourism in China, just like in Indonesia, is thriving, thanks to the huge domestic market. When exploring the mighty Li River, for instance, we were the only foreigners in the big group. When we were clueless about directions or what the guide was explaining, three men helped us. They turned out to be off-duty policemen, hailing from Shandong. Like mine, it was their first visit to Guilin.

Hope I will return one day to explore Guilin more, knowing that the limestone karst hills will last long. Those beautiful hills—declared as world heritage site by Unesco—will unlikely be blasted and mined to make cement. It’s safe to say that in Guilin, the hills are very much alive.

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