I frequently traveled alone while I was in Asia, and I really enjoyed it. At first I was nervous, and I was convinced I would hate spending so much time with myself. But I started to see the appeal of stopping only when I wanted, sleeping on my schedule, and never worrying about whether anyone else was enjoying the activities of the day. I spent a lot of time writing postcards, writing in my (now many) travel journals, and taking photographs.
When I would return to my house in Taigu, I almost equally enjoyed scrap-booking and methodically going through my photographs, editing them, picking my favorites, and eventually posting them to tumblr. I didn’t expect too many people to look at them, but one picture got popular. In fact, it got popular enough that someone reposted it without crediting me, and one of my friends eventually saw it and posted it without knowing it was my picture. I don’t mean to brag here*, but I took a picture worth stealing.
And though I am pleased with myself that people who have the need to post ~~tropical blog~~ to everything they see thought my picture is good enough to share with the world, that picture is a big fat lie. The idyllic river with its gentle curves, the algae floating along peacefully, all of those brilliantly green trees and shrubs… They didn’t just happen to be there and they aren’t nearly as pleasant as they would have you believe. And the day I took that picture was a miserable disappointment.
I was in Yunnan, a province on the Southern border of China. It was summer, and it rained almost every day I was there. Most of the time it was just a heavy afternoon rain, but this day it was more of a persistent gray mist that made it impossible for me to wear my glasses. I was still recovering from an illness I had picked up before leaving Taigu, and hadn’t eaten very much in the past week. Earlier that day I had tried to go elsewhere and gotten lost, returning to my hostel damp and irritated. When I was in a very bad mood while traveling, I tried to find the one thing I knew would cheer me up—flowers. It never failed while traveling that a nice garden, or street lined with flowering trees, or ancient scenic burial site full of plum blossoms would cheer me up instantly. So I looked up what the city of Kunming had to offer me and decided to head to the World Horticultural Expo Garden. It sounded promising, and boy, did it not deliver.
The entrance was sort of grand in that someone had sculpted a random assortment of objects out of flowers. Unfortunately, the entrance was seemingly the only part of the expo that anyone had cared for since it opened. The place was enormous, and I walked through all of it, determined to get my money’s worth**. There were little plots for each participating country, and in those plots they had built a representative structure and garden, but only the structures remained. Some of them used to have rides or restaurants or shops, but none of those were open. It was just country after country of no gardens.
While meandering in my disappointment, I walked down a very short path into a small forested area. The path was probably 25 meters long in total, and there was a little bridge overlooking a little creek covered in algae. The algae was actually probably a mistake– it happens from over-fertilizing. But if I faced the creek just right, I couldn’t tell I was in a miserable, run down, fake garden, and for a minute felt like I was standing in actual nature. The massive quantities of mosquitoes bearing down on me helped with the illusion. I stayed just long enough to snap a picture, reflecting that Yunnan was one of the few places in China where malaria was a risk, and walked back into the open, barren horticultural expo.
The next day I hopped a bus to Lugu Lake, where I snapped another of my favorite pictures, this time of something absolutely real and completely worth visiting. I think that picture got a total of five notes on it, but I’m okay with that.
*Oh, I totally mean to brag here.
**Money’s worth of what? Frustration? Lack of flowers? Drizzle? Sometimes my own determination confuses me.