The Tourist

Recently, Guizhou has been heavily promoted in Chinese media. Of course, that was also how I came across these beautiful places and decided to spend this year’s Mid-Autumn break here.

The 1,000 households Miao Village is much more commercialized than I had imagined. According to one inn-keeper, the GDP for this village has grown 10 times since it was marked for tourism in 2007, from an annual per capita GDP of RMB1,000+ to the current RMB10,000+. Very remarkable!

Most people I’ve spoken to are in favor of this – why not, standard of living has improved, family members who used to leave home for the factory cities on the eastern shores of China are now returning home to start their own small businesses and reuniting with parents, spouses and children. What’s not to like about this, yet the long-term damage is gradually unfolding as well.

Golden fields have had to give way to buildings and highways – that means, farmers are not self-sustaining anymore and will have to rely on income from their tourist businesses. Schools have to be torn down so 5-star hotels can be erected – that means, children have to go to school in the nearest town that is 2 hours away; that means, increased expenses for lodging and travel. Trade-offs have to be made, and I wish there are more positive gains than damage.

The Guiyang railway station, like any other railway station in China, is in constant chaos.

The Guiyang railway station, like any other railway station in China, is in constant chaos.

The first time I'm taking a slow train such as this.

The first time I’m taking a slow train such as this.

Hahaha. On board of this train whose final destination would be Shanghai some 26 hours later ... I'd be getting off at Kaili some 2 hours later. Phew.

Hahaha. On board of this train whose final destination would be Shanghai some 26 hours later … I’d be getting off at Kaili some 2 hours later. Phew.

The entrance to the Miao Village. Oh oh ... this is really beginning to look just like any commercialized "ancient towns" in China.

The entrance to the Miao Village. Oh oh … this is really beginning to look just like any commercialized “ancient towns” in China.

The commercial part of this village, looking golden and pretty in the afternoon sun.

The commercial part of this village, looking golden and pretty in the afternoon sun.

This secondary school would be demolished come Oct 28 to make way for a 5-star hotel.

This secondary school would be demolished come Oct 28 to make way for a 5-star hotel.

Like most old folks here, they are tending to one child or another.

Like most old folks here, they are tending to one child or another.

 This little lady boss here making her sale while tending to her baby brother at the same time. She managed to sell some of her silverware as I watched!


This little lady boss here making her sale while tending to her baby brother at the same time. She managed to sell some of her silverware as I watched!

 The grand/long feast that the taxi driver who took us to the village recommend that we participate just for the experience ... hmm ... I think I got more out of Miao hospitality dining with Dong Hui's family up in the hills.


The grand/long feast that the taxi driver who took us to the village recommend that we participate just for the experience … hmm … I think I got more out of Miao hospitality dining with Dong Hui’s family up in the hills.

This fried rice cake thingy -- delicious.

This fried rice cake thingy — delicious.

The one river that meanders through the village.

The one river that meanders through the village.

Local kids playing on the river bank.

Local kids playing on the river bank.

One with attitude that I kept stalking. Lol.

One with attitude that I kept stalking. Lol.

Local kids, tourist kids.

Local kids, tourist kids.

The little one in costume is the cutest.

The little one in costume is the cutest.

This was where I stayed, high above ... there.

This was where I stayed, high above … there.

Everywhere I go, there are always dogs watching over me. Feeling blessed, thank you!

Everywhere I go, there are always dogs watching over me. Feeling blessed, thank you!

View from my inn's balcony.

View from my inn’s balcony.

Me against the village.

Me against the village.

Take an evening breather while waiting for the sun to set.

Take an evening breather while waiting for the sun to set.

Farmers coming home after a hard day out in the fields.

Farmers coming home after a hard day out in the fields.

Here's what the village looks like at night. Like Hotaru ... Fireflies.

Here’s what the village looks like at night. Like Hotaru … Fireflies.

Charlotte spinning her web just outside my room window.

Charlotte spinning her web just outside my room window.

Blind date field??? Hunks maybe? Gotta go take a look.

Blind date field??? Hunks maybe? Gotta go take a look.

Didn't find no hunks, just chunks of maize.

Didn’t find no hunks, just chunks of maize … are they hunks with corn rows?? Lol

Keep going, maybe they're hidden somewhere in these houses?

Keep going, maybe they’re hidden somewhere in these houses?

Why do I keep thinking the dogs here look like pigs?

Why do I keep thinking the dogs here look like pigs?

This is the date maybe? The Rooster and the Hen. Dating 101: no chicken out.

This is the date maybe? The Rooster and the Hen. Dating 101: no chicken out.

Horsey!!!

Horsey!!!

Miao cultural dance. Pretty costume!

Miao cultural dance. Pretty costume!

Cool steps and sounds.

Cool steps and sounds.

Macho men.

Grand peacock.

Macho men.

Macho men.

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