Two hours southwest of metropolitan Chengdu lies this gorgeously dilapidating town, hidden among bamboo groves in the foothills at the eastern edge of the Tibetan Plateau.
For centuries this served as a caravan stop along the ancient Tea Horse Road between China and India, somewhat analogous to a modern truck stop on an E-Road in Europe. Here porters bearing back-breaking loads of tea bricks would begin their treacherous journey into Tibet on foot. Many didn't make it back, but that's all part of its legend and romance.
And like modern truck stops, the medieval town of Shangli remained unheralded almost to the degree of anonymity throughout its history. It was simply known as one of the last Han Chinese outposts before a lawless wilderness of exotic tongues and horse bandits began.
Back in the Qing Dynasty this was the last frontier of civilization according to the Chinese. A 20-day trek to the west would take you to the Khampa Tibetan city of Dartsedo, beyond which thousands of miles of cold, barren plateau awaited. Here inexhaustible Tibetan stallions would enter the Chinese empire to be integrated into the Imperial cavalry, and in exchange precious black tea would flow west, past the Himalayas and eventually reach the Bay of Bengal.
Only two generations ago you would still see the last legions of porters on this millennium-old international trade route, crossing Shangli's stone bridges en route to the Land of Snows. 60 years later we arrived in town, crossing these same bridges with our backpacks.
It was by pure chance that we stumbled upon this hidden gem of an intact Qing Dynasty town. The old porter destination of Dartsedo, now better known by its Chinese name of Kangding, was exactly where we were heading. It made perfect sense to stay in Shangli for the night prior to the long bus ride, now taking several hours by the G318 Highway instead of a 20-day trek.
Getting here by public transportation wasn't as straight forward as we hoped (see the TRANSPORTATION section below), but it's the same disadvantage that has preserved the town's tranquility and authenticity. We half expected a Wuzhen-like commotion of pedicab drivers and dozens of guesthouse touts, but awaiting our arrival was only this ornately carved Paifang gate.
There were no tour buses, no local guides and their amplified megaphones, and simply no other foreigner in sight. For various reasons Shangli seemed to have remained largely undiscovered by the tourism industry, which was a welcomed breather from our visit of Leshan's Giant Buddha earlier that day.
It wasn't until fairly recently that remote Shangli was rediscovered by independent travelers, and so far it has managed to avoid the cash-grab and redevelopment that plagues similar "ancient towns" in 21st century China. Your entrance into town won't be blocked by a ticketing booth -- you just wait for your turn to cross one of the numerous bridges after the local school children.
If you're sick of brand-new-looking "Ancient Streets" (think Beijing's Qianmen area, Shanghai's Chenghuangmiao or Chengdu's Jinli street) and their corny trinkets and cafes, Shangli will restore your faith in the authenticity of the Old China you may come across. Make no mistake -- this is not a remodeled and manicured medieval town in the mode of nearby Huanglongxi or Jiezi. Shangli still looks and feels real.
Much of the old town dates from Shangli's heyday in the Qing Dynasty when the Empire's insatiable appetite for warhorses fueled commercial traffic along the millennium-old trade route. Five influential clans once controlled the town's economic and political lifelines, though today only two dilapidated Family Courtyards, both still inhabited by descendents of the Han Clan, stand to testify the town's former glory.
Gone are the days when one single authoritative patriarch owned the family courtyard. Nowadays a dozen male descendants and their families lay claim to fragments of the rambling complex, operating Mahjong teahouses or renting out rooms to travelers for about RMB 60 a night.
There's a certain similarity between Shangli and towns like Tsumago-juku on the Ancient Nakasendo Highway of Central Japan -- both being historic towns on ancient trade routes in their respective countries, relegated to provincial backwaters by the advent of modern transportation. And then there are uncanny aesthetic similarities in their traditional two-storey architecture, both having ornate latticed windows and lanterns hanging above the wooden veranda.
The decline of Shangli was scripted from the start by its dependency on the Ancient Tea Horse Road. When the guerillas of the fledgling Communist Party passed through in the 1930's, the town had already shrunk to an impoverished community of farming peasants, receptive to novel Socialists ideas. To this date slogans carved into stones by the Red Army remain visible on the town's main bridges and monuments.
Failing to escape from the socialist "graffiti" was the town's main landmark, a Chastity Paifang erected by the Emperor's order in the 1800's to commemorate two widows. On the morning of my visit a team of quasi-government officials gathered there to discuss plans to repair damages caused by the 7.0 magnitude Lushan Earthquake from more than a year back. But most of the intricate relief sculptures escaped the earthquake unharmed, as did the Red Army slogans.
We spent a leisurely afternoon and the next morning in this idyllic little town, sharing the scenery with a small class of fine arts students with their paint brushes. It was to be a relaxing day before venturing onto the high altitudes of Tibetan Sichuan, except my wife finally fell ill to a flu she picked up while still in Canada. There was no other clinic in town ...
... except this old pharmacy with a medicine cabinet likely from the Qing Dynasty! This was our first ever experience in China to see a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, who happened to speak nothing but a near unintelligible (to me!) Sichuanese dialect. After a pulse diagnosis the doctor did understand my wife's flu symptoms and prescribed about 5 different medicines, some being western pills and some being traditional herbal remedies. I failed to even understand when the doctor told us the price and simply handed him a RMB 100 bill in good faith. I hoped it was enough.
The doctor returned from his money drawer and gave RMB 80.4 back. Needless to say it was the cheapest trip to the doctor ever -- RMB 19.6 (CAD$3.4) for the consultation plus two days of prescription medicine.
RESTAURANT REVIEWS
While choices for food were few in this remote town, the main clientele of poor backpackers and fine arts student on week-long field trips kept prices quite affordable. Five-Spiced Duck Legs went for the standard RMB 10 (CAD$1.8) a piece, and sit-down restaurants seemed to charge lower prices compared with Chengdu.
The curiously named Red Army Restaurant (Hongjun Fandian) seemed to be the prominent restaurant in town, judging by the photos of visiting celebrities and TV interviews on its walls. We half expected to pay a premium for its popularity among Chinese visitors, but prices actually turned out cheaper than reasonable.
We started off with a signature dish that every table ordered -- a heaping plate of Free-Range Chicken Tossed in Marinade (Liangban Tuji). But I should have known better -- asking for "mild" did nothing to tone down the heat as the spiciness of the chili oil was simply off the charts. The chicken itself wasn't bad; it was just painfully spicy to the point that the hostess gave us a bowl of water to wash off the red oil. And even then we still couldn't finish.
Thankfully there was the Soft Tofu to quench the heat. Unlike the gypsum-based Tofu commonly seen in China's coastal south, Sichuan's tofu was the brine-based variety that accentuates the flavor of the soy beans. This was a steal at 5 RMB (CAD$1) for a soupbowl-ful.
The best dish of the night went to the local specialty of Scrambled Eggs with Nettle Leaves (Huoma Jiandan). Yes -- it's the same stinging nettle that gives you rashes. I've only previously had it in herbal teas as a European allergy remedy, and didn't realize how good it tastes when stir-fried like spinach. But the best part was the deep after-taste of the free-range eggs on the palate ... you simply can't buy such freshness in Chengdu or Shanghai.
Even after 5 dishes our total bill came to RMB 87 (CAD$15.3), quite a bargain for the most popular eatery in a tourism town. I'd recommend this place to anyone visiting Shangli ... just stay clear of anything Liangban, unless you really like it hot.
Bill for Two Persons
| Free-Range Chicken Tossed in Marinade | RMB 35 |
| Soft Tofu | RMB 5 |
| Seasonal Vegetable Broth | RMB 10 |
| Stir-Fried Pork with Bamboo Shoots | RMB 20 |
| Scrambled Eggs with Nettle Leaves | RMB 15 |
| Rice x 2 | RMB 2 |
| TOTAL before tips | RMB 87 (CAD$15.3) |
The next morning we visited yet another eatery boasting even more national TV interviews. This was the purported originator or a local variant of noodles known as Dadamian, and the shop was simply named after the Noodle Master -- Guo Shifu.
It was one of Shifu's apprentices who made our noodles this morning, the master himself hanging out in the background. The noodles were freshly hand-formed out of a slab of dough in front of the diner ... pulling and cutting, blanching and seasoning, and finally smothered with a ladle of the client's choice of toppings.
The shop's signature Chunky Pork Noodles (Darou Mian) for me, and Mountain Veggies (Shancai Mian) for my wife. The toppings and the soup base were somewhat anticlimactic to be honest, but the noodles were perfectly al dente as expected.
Bill for Two Persons
| Noodles with Chunky Pork | RMB 12 |
| Noodles with Mountain Vegetables | RMB 10 |
| TOTAL before tips | RMB 22 (CAD$3.9) |
HOTEL REVIEW
We came across a great little family-run hotel humorously named Haiyue Jiudian, which sounds the same in Chinese as the Hyatt Hotels. We splurged on a new and spacious double room with private bathroom at the bargain price of RMB 120 (CAD$21), which was actually the cheapest of our entire 18-day trip.
Our room was more comfy and spacious than some of the more expensive hotels we stayed in, with a king-sized bed, good WiFi connections and the room's own water tank for a steaming hot shower. I was aware of private guesthouses charging about RMB 60 for rooms without private bathrooms, but this room was just much better value. This hotel was bookable via CTrip.com.
TRANSPORTATION
Shangli is on the outskirts of the city of Ya'an, just 2 hours southwest of Chengdu. We combined our visit of Shangli with the Giant Buddha of Leshan, and it's quite possible to also include the Buddhist enclave of Emeishan into a 3- to 4-day side-trip from Chengdu.
Our itinerary involved taking a bus from Chengdu's Xinnanmen Bus Station to Leshan and see the Giant Buddha, then taking a bus from Leshan's main bus station (Leshan Keyunzhongxin) to Ya'an. Our original plan was to take the minivan from Ya'an to Shangli, but we arrived in the off-season and minivans were infrequent. At the end we shelled out RMB 100 for a private taxi for 30km of winding rural roads. Luckily the minivan was available (and departing every 15 minutes in the late morning!) on our way back to Ya'an for a cheap RMB 6.5 per person. So overall the two of us paid RMB 113 (CAD$20) for the roundtrip from Ya'an.
That afternoon we bid farewell to Han Chinese settlements and boarded a highway bus towards Dartsedo and the Tibetan territories of Western Sichuan. For much of the remaining trip we would be in an unfamiliar land with unfamiliar customs. That's the excitement of heading into the unknown, and I think many travelers would agree ... it's why we travel.
