Yangtze River Cruise OU CAN’T GO TO CHINA WITHOUT SPENDING time on its longest, most famous river. And our upcoming China Tour (May 2016) includes a fiveday chance to do just that – with Victoria Cruises, safe, experienced, American-managed, the perfect choice for Mad Kiwi Midlifers. Here’s another excerpt from John’s China travel-diary: THE YANGTZE – ALSO CALLED CHANG JIANG (Long River) – leaves mountains in the southwest and drifts eastward for 6000 kilometres, before emptying out into the Yellow Sea. Untold Chinese are born, live, work and die along its muddy banks. And construction on the world’s largest hydro dam was completed here in 2012, swallowing up homes and farms and ancient sites, and requiring countless people to move into modern towns and apartments above the new highwater mark. The famous Three Gorges (after which the dam is named) lure visitors from all over. And as our cruise-ship manoeuvred through surging currents and swirling eddies and narrow canyons, sheer cliffs soaring above and the sky almost shut out … I could easily understand why. We glided past a hive-ofactivity port, cranes crowding the skyline … then a village with a pagoda … then a rural stretch, with lonely figures wielding hoes, and green crops clinging to steep slopes … then a cluster of huts, a sampan pulled up on the beach, a man plucking ducks at the water’s edge, giggling kids using a water-buffalo as a diving -platform, and a tiny woman pounding her laundry against rocks. ONE OF OUR DAILY SHORE-EXCURSIONS SAW us bouncing up twisty mountain roads in a minibus … clambering down 400 steps to the gushing Shennong Stream … donning orange life-jackets … sitting in rows aboard long wooden ‘pea-pod’ boats … and enjoying two hours of traditional Chinese river-rafting: sparkling rapids, deep green pools, breath-taking scenery, plus the odd monkey in the trees, while a pretty young Chinese girl serenaded us with a haunting melody. When we finally climbed out to return to our floating hotel, the stripped-down-and-barefoot oarsmen slung ropes over their shoulders and, chanting some ancient song, began hauling their ‘pea-pods’ back upstream. For us, it was all-aboard our cruise-ship. The gangplank was raised. The crew cast-off. The captain gave a shattering blast on the ship’s foghorn. And as we pushed out into the current, the children of the Yangtze ran along the embankment, waving their little arms off and calling, “Zaijian!” Goodbye …
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