Les grottes de Guyaju, ĂŠgalement connues sous le nom de Yanqing Ancient Cliff House, sont un complexe taillĂŠ dans la roche de grottes en nid dâabeille creusĂŠes dans les pentes de la montagne Tianhuang en Chine.
Le site des grottes de Guyaju a ĂŠtĂŠ dĂŠcouvert en 1984 près du village de Dongmenying lors dâune enquĂŞte menĂŠe par le Bureau de gestion des reliques culturelles du comtĂŠ deâŚ
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Today was one of those good, solid China days when I remember why packing up one day and moving to Beijing without a clear plan and a single word of Mandarin was, against all odds, the greatest possible idea. Â
It went well from the start. I left the house at 9 am and met with my friend AndrĂŠs. On the way to the bus station, we saw a Chihuahua wearing a medical face mask. People here wear those often as a way to protect themselves from the awful smog, but this is the first canine version Iâve seen. Please tell me this isnât just great/insane:
Since neither of us speaks Chinese, getting to our destination, which included three English and pinyin-free bus transfers, was an act of faith. We managed to find our way, mostly thanks to locals that were fascinated with the lone Westerners in those parts of outer Beijing, and took it upon themselves to find out where we were going and make sure we got off at the right station. The bus ride itself was eventful: we drove past an unfinished and abandoned knockoff Disney World that I had already read about, we saw a couple of spectacular stretches of the Great Wall, and we even saw a camel.
Shaky picture from the bus. That would have been the Cinderella castle of âWonderland,â now abandoned.Â
After over two hours of travel, we finally got off where we needed to be, which we only knew to be the right spot because the bus driver yelled at us and pointed to the door (where else could these foreigners possibly be going if not to the trogolodyte caves?). A local guy with a car harassed us until we agreed to let him drive us the 3Â km to the entrance of the caves for 10 yuan, and on the way we commented on how barren and lonely the area looked, we didnât see a single human being on the way there.
Though not one of the main tourist attractions near Beijing, the thousand-year old Guyaju caves were very interesting. Once a group of high schoolers left, we had them all to ourselves, which is an unusual and nice feeling in China.
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We had lunch and a nice nap in the sun on one of the terraces in the mountain, and then started looking in the distance at the little town by the foot of the hill. I pointed out it looked very odd and non-Chinese. The houses, with pointed triangular roofs and lots of spaces between them looked too large and Western for such a small village. We could see no people at all, and oddest of all, there was a blue church right in the middle of the town, which Andres described as âvery fake-looking.â I pulled out my glasses, and the more we stared at the village the stranger it seemed. Next to the church, a string of buildings made a very recognizable main street. They were painted in bold colors, something weâd never seen in gray, gray China before. âIt looks like one of those old cowboy villages,â I said. Cue ominous music.
A CHURCH?!! In a Chinese village? And no people? Something strange is happening here.Â
On the way back, we decided to take a little detour and check out what was going on in that strange ghost town. This was the entrance to the town, which begins to explain what exactly is going on:
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Please notice that everyone in the add is blonde, blue eyed. Not that thatâs at all unusual in Chinese advertising.Â
Yes, Jackson Hole, Hebei. Modeled after the Wyoming resort town by same name, this vacation complex for Beijingâs new elite is an unbridled display of Americana on drugs. Â The security guards, Â awkwardly wearing cowboy hats, invited us in to take a look. One of the advantages of being foreign in China is that people seem to miss all those cues that say you donât have any money, so they treat you as if you were a 24 year old millionaire and prospective vacation home buyer. Â We were promptly pushed on a golf cart and given a tour of the very large complex, which is still partially under construction.
Hundreds of massive American style houses were arranged in neighborhoods with names like âGrand Canyon,â and we saw a working four wagon red choo choo train, little log cabins straight out of a frontier mining town, statues of rodeos and Indians, and houses decorated with all sorts of American kitsch from plad curtains to cow hide upholstery.
We were taken to the visitorâs center, where nice Chinese people wearing plad shirts and red bandanas around their necks treated us to  hot tea, gorgeous, expensive-looking brochures with titles like âCowboy Livingâ, and a good dose of background country music. I really hated not speaking the language so I could ask all the questions I was dying to have answered. Is this a hotel, or are the houses for sale? How much are they? Whose idea was this? Whose money? Did they hire American cowboy-living consultants to get the look so perfectly right? What kind of people buy into the project and what are they looking for? Some googling when I got home solved some of my doubts, but I still hate not being able to get to the bottom of the story on my own.Â
After that, we were free to roam around âRoad 66â and take some pictures of what Chinese architects imagine the United States to look like (hint: exactly like a cowboy movie, but with more expensive houses). The whole project was surprisingly well done, most things were relatively tasteful (for a movie set or Disney World attraction) and with a few exceptions like the bronze Mickey Mouse statue and the Chinese street signs, most things were copied well enough that they could easily belong at an over-the-top cowboy themed resort in the United States.
From the people that brought you $10 Louis Vuitton, I present to you: The Wild, Wild East!
Alaska and Hawaii were cheated out of this tasteful home decoration. The sign above the entrance says âVacation Homeâ
Too much cognitive dissonance!
They painted a pre-faded Route 66. If thatâs not attention detail, I donât know what is.Â
I wonder what they are going to put inside of the church. A gift shop? A big statue of Buddha?
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Who knew the last stop of the Donner party was a Beijing suburb?
Itâs a bit far, but can you tell that the security guard is wearing a cowboy hat?Â
Main Street. Tumble weeds still under construction, coming soon.Â
Donât worry, there are many more US$ 900,000 houses to come in this frontier wonderland!
The knockoff Disney World might have never been finished, but that doesnât mean you wonât get your fix of Mickey Mouse around these parts.Â
Last but most definitely not least, the brochures for the complex include a picture of a white guy, presumably one of the partners of this ground breaking venture, posing with both ex Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. If he were really committed to the cowboy themed, he should have just stuck with Dubya.
Today was one of those good, solid China days when I remember why packing up one day and moving to Beijing without a clear plan and a single word of Mandarin was, against all odds, the greatest possible idea. Â
It went well from the start. I left the house at 9 am and met with my friend AndrĂŠs. On the way to the bus station, we saw a Chihuahua wearing a medical face mask. People here wear those often as a way to protect themselves from the awful smog, but this is the first canine version Iâve seen. Please tell me this isnât just great/insane:
Since neither of us speaks Chinese, getting to our destination, which included three English and pinyin-free bus transfers, was an act of faith. We managed to find our way, mostly thanks to locals that were fascinated with the lone Westerners in those parts of outer Beijing, and took it upon themselves to find out where we were going and make sure we got off at the right station. The bus ride itself was eventful: we drove past an unfinished and abandoned knockoff Disney World that I had already read about, we saw a couple of spectacular stretches of the Great Wall, and we even saw a camel.
Shaky picture from the bus. That would have been the Cinderella castle of âWonderland,â now abandoned.Â
After over two hours of travel, we finally got off where we needed to be, which we only knew to be the right spot because the bus driver yelled at us and pointed to the door (where else could these foreigners possibly be going if not to the trogolodyte caves?). A local guy with a car harassed us until we agreed to let him drive us the 3Â km to the entrance of the caves for 10 yuan, and on the way we commented on how barren and lonely the area looked, we didnât see a single human being on the way there.
Though not one of the main tourist attractions near Beijing, the thousand-year old Guyaju caves were very interesting. Once a group of high schoolers left, we had them all to ourselves, which is an unusual and nice feeling in China.
Â
We had lunch and a nice nap in the sun on one of the terraces in the mountain, and then started looking in the distance at the little town by the foot of the hill. I pointed out it looked very odd and non-Chinese. The houses, with pointed triangular roofs and lots of spaces between them looked too large and Western for such a small village. We could see no people at all, and oddest of all, there was a blue church right in the middle of the town, which Andres described as âvery fake-looking.â I pulled out my glasses, and the more we stared at the village the stranger it seemed. Next to the church, a string of buildings made a very recognizable main street. They were painted in bold colors, something weâd never seen in gray, gray China before. âIt looks like one of those old cowboy villages,â I said. Cue ominous music.
A CHURCH?!! In a Chinese village? And no people? Something strange is happening here.Â
On the way back, we decided to take a little detour and check out what was going on in that strange ghost town. This was the entrance to the town, which begins to explain what exactly is going on:
Â
Please notice that everyone in the add is blonde, blue eyed. Not that thatâs at all unusual in Chinese advertising.Â
Yes, Jackson Hole, Hebei. Modeled after the Wyoming resort town by same name, this vacation complex for Beijingâs new elite is an unbridled display of Americana on drugs. Â The security guards, Â awkwardly wearing cowboy hats, invited us in to take a look. One of the advantages of being foreign in China is that people seem to miss all those cues that say you donât have any money, so they treat you as if you were a 24 year old millionaire and prospective vacation home buyer. Â We were promptly pushed on a golf cart and given a tour of the very large complex, which is still partially under construction.
Hundreds of massive American style houses were arranged in neighborhoods with names like âGrand Canyon,â and we saw a working four wagon red choo choo train, little log cabins straight out of a frontier mining town, statues of rodeos and Indians, and houses decorated with all sorts of American kitsch from plad curtains to cow hide upholstery.
We were taken to the visitorâs center, where nice Chinese people wearing plad shirts and red bandanas around their necks treated us to  hot tea, gorgeous, expensive-looking brochures with titles like âCowboy Livingâ, and a good dose of background country music. I really hated not speaking the language so I could ask all the questions I was dying to have answered. Is this a hotel, or are the houses for sale? How much are they? Whose idea was this? Whose money? Did they hire American cowboy-living consultants to get the look so perfectly right? What kind of people buy into the project and what are they looking for? Some googling when I got home solved some of my doubts, but I still hate not being able to get to the bottom of the story on my own.Â
After that, we were free to roam around âRoad 66â and take some pictures of what Chinese architects imagine the United States to look like (hint: exactly like a cowboy movie, but with more expensive houses). The whole project was surprisingly well done, most things were relatively tasteful (for a movie set or Disney World attraction) and with a few exceptions like the bronze Mickey Mouse statue and the Chinese street signs, most things were copied well enough that they could easily belong at an over-the-top cowboy themed resort in the United States.
From the people that brought you $10 Louis Vuitton, I present to you: The Wild, Wild East!
Alaska and Hawaii were cheated out of this tasteful home decoration. The sign above the entrance says âVacation Homeâ
Too much cognitive dissonance!
They painted a pre-faded Route 66. If thatâs not attention detail, I donât know what is.Â
I wonder what they are going to put inside of the church. A gift shop? A big statue of Buddha?
Â
Who knew the last stop of the Donner party was a Beijing suburb?
Itâs a bit far, but can you tell that the security guard is wearing a cowboy hat?Â
Main Street. Tumble weeds still under construction, coming soon.Â
Donât worry, there are many more US$ 900,000 houses to come in this frontier wonderland!
The knockoff Disney World might have never been finished, but that doesnât mean you wonât get your fix of Mickey Mouse around these parts.Â
Last but most definitely not least, the brochures for the complex include a picture of a white guy, presumably one of the partners of this ground breaking venture, posing with both ex Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. If he were really committed to the cowboy themed, he should have just stuck with Dubya.
