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[35-Days Trip 2010] HuangShan, a trip late for nine years [continued]

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Huangshan has been famous in Chinese literature and art works for hundreds of years, while a Hollywood movie "Avatar" somehow brought it to the 21st century's global screen.
When the cable tram crossed hills above peaks and valleys, the mysterial lands beyond cloud easily blended the boundary between reality and "the other world". What's interesting was, unlike hiking in the wild mountains in US, which makes me feel exploring the unmanned deep nature, here the same kind of isolation led to the sense of some unknown poet or scholar walking along where I just passed by, only long long long time ago .




























Chinese ink painting with ultra real angle of view makes much more sense here to represent even raise the spirit of nature, which can hardly be reached by classical western 3-point perspective.  
Are you wondering what kind of world behind in the bright light?
Thanks the guide and her wise advice (see previous blog)! At least she left us the opportunity to enjoy the moutain itself, instead of as a "world class tourist spot".
By the time we were up to 1650 meter above sea, the mountain had almost got back to peace after waves of tourist groups. What's left were the fresh air after later summer rain and mystery wrapped within fog.

After a long walk up and down and up... between the hills. It was a real surprise to see bunks of 3~4 stories hotels hidden deeply inside, complex after complex, while thousands of tourists were actually going to spend the night here, which made me have to believe that "tomorrow will be another day..."



(Yes, the rest of pictures were all taken among dozens to hundreds of tourists along the entire scenic path. I tried my best to focus on the breathtaking view, instead of choking crowds )



So, this day began as - 






I didn't leave a picture with me and that most famous "welcome" pine. I don't want to hold the memory of squeezing through long line and crazy crowd to make an awkward pose in nearly chaos.
Instead, this is indeed the kind of memory I would like to keep after nine years waiting.

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