Where Shanghai meets the West

China 2007, Shanghai

2007 SHANGHAI http://www.travelchinaguide.com/cityguides/shanghai.htm

Visiting the Bund http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Shanghai_Bund and Ren Ming Guang Zheng http://travel.yahoo.com/trip-view-997166-shanghaion a

sunny morning represents the highlight of any Shanghai

trip.

The breathtaking view of the Bund, with its imposing background the Dong Feng Ming Zhu http://www.greatwalltour.com/greatwall_pages/provinces/shanghai/TV.htm, the impressive silhouette of adjacent high rising buildings, Nanjing Lu http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Neon-Signs-in-Nanjing-Lu-Shanghais-Prime-Shopping-Street-Posters_i1551932_.htm with its world renowned Shopping Facilities, create impressions for a life time.

Shanghai is always worth a visit, see the changes of time come real, visit the ‘30 s and indulge in the past in the Paramount Club, enjoy the Eateries in Yunnan Lu, see the modern crowds in People’s Square.

Hengshang Lu,  http://www.cityweekend.com.cn/shanghai/listings/ Chenghuang Miao http://www.frommers.com/destinations/shanghai/A25924.html

Enjoy Shanghai and its many delights…

Lychees, Longans and Pagodas: A Journey to Southern Guangdon

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Man of steel – Hauptmann Walter Lukesch (rtrd.)

Tags: Austria, Europe, Burgenland, Trattenbach, Feistritz, Kummerbauer Stadl, Austrian Army, Uchatius, Kaisersteinbruch, Hauptmann Walter Lukesch, Glacier, Hoher Wechsel, Maneuver

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Austria, County of Burgenland, Uchatius Barracks

To be continued
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Early morning. As usual, on the dot 06.00 AM. a loud voice throws us out of our bunks.

T A G W A C H E ….

Robot like, we stumble to our feet, daily routine, our limbs sore from strenuous exercise.

Tuck your bed, grab your rations, gear, equipment, all ready for the longest march to the alpine glaciers.

Prime mountainous region of the ‘Wechsel’, training ground for the Austrian Army. 07.30 sharp our trucks begin to roll. The drive takes about 2 hours, and we reach our destination, Mariensee.

The captain, Walter Lukesch gives instructions to his junior charges and off we go, right from the start its up the mountain, through dense pine forest, firs. We continue in a sharp pace, one after another, zig – zagging along the mountaineers trail.

Within half an hour we all feel the tremendous efforts it takes to carry near 20 kg of Alpine gear, rifle, helmet, and personal supplies up a steep trail. The Hauptmann is a powerhouse and pulls the company along the trail, without the slightest hesitation.

Whilst carrying the heavy radio equipment on his shoulders, he has no back gear unlike us.

Our panting becomes unbearable, the speed of the ascent is almost barbaric. Well into 2 hours, our first victim of exhaustion collapses on the steep trail, the company for mates and takes cover like in real wartime situations, we are on maneuver after all.

Here, in the alpine wilderness, no sound can be heard except the occasional song of a cuckoo, and the mountain buzzard.

Whilst we welcome the unscheduled rest, we are concerned about our colleague who collapsed because of exhaustion. And we know the worst is still ahead of us.

The captain shoulders our colleague’s backpack onto his chest and off we move to higher grounds. Up and up and the lower parts hardly visible through the dense forest. Within minutes, Herr Lukesch has out walked us and we have problems to keep up the pace. With a double weight to carry he shows no sign of the slightest exhaustion. His stamina is unequivocal.

When we finally reach the top, and the trail goes on a less steeper slope, we are instructed to carry our chemical masks. We nearly suffocate under the rubber mask, the sweat runs down our faces.

Nobody has time to think about his own misery, we all are tired and worn out, finally the command to remove the masks is given.

We were angry, frustrated and saw a beast in our Hauptmann. But we knew, he was doing his part to turn us into real Soldiers, nothing less.

We understood the term “exercise”, and it felt good at the end. Without pushing your body to the limit you will never understand how much you can give.

Long after, well into the afternoon we reach our summit, the highest point in the massive glacier. When we pass the first masses of snow, the Captain forbids us to drink the ice cold water that emerges from under the ice bed. The risk of contracting pneumonia was not a welcome thought, and we observed, although with difficulty, his instructions.

The first stop is after the peak, we are taking a break of 30 minutes.

From here the trail now went downhill, through harsh landscape above 2000 meters altitude. Alpine meadows will harbor cattle in summer, but stand empty now in early spring.

The “Feistritz Sattel”, a pass between two mountains comes into our view, still far away. We know there are still hours till we finally reach our target.

After reaching the town of Trattenbach, the trail steepens again and we take a final onslaught to our day’s destination, unknown to us.

The mountain ranges around us, the view towards the glacier we have climbed, we notice how far we have come. All around us beautiful nature, un spoilt, untouched by humans.

Towards 18.00 PM finally we come to a standstill, the Hauptmann giving us lectures about the final days of World War II when Storm troopers of the Nazis defended this last stronghold against Russians invading from Hungary. Tracks where once rails were laid, up here in the mountains, carrying ammunitions to the heavy Artillery positioned up here. The Well built, the entire command post, did it nothing to stop the Russian Army to finally enter this last area of Nazi Germany.

We assemble to take instructions for the night camp, preparing our tents, logging fires and start the night watch. We are amidst fir trees, above a mountain stream where we fetch our water.

Finally, we take over the night watch in turns of 2 hours, and relax on the forest ground, separated only by a thin sheet of plastic from the wet undergrowth.

To be continued ..

Next : Kummerbauerstadl / Trattenbach / Lower Austria County

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Reminiscence from the past – China on the forgotten track

Tags: China, Jiangsu, Ming, lake, pavillion

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April 03 9:12 AM Visiting China, I went off the beaten track in Jiangsu region.

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.The garden was located in the outskirts of the city. Here, once

again history was alive, the old Ming Period styled houses occupied by

modern day people. The tall doors leading into the courtyards were reminiscent of times gone by.

No one could imagine 600 years had passed since the former residence of a wealthy landowner was built.

Yet, here we stood, stunned, intrigued by what we saw. A lake had

been placed in the midst, its water filled with Lotus, giving the whole scenery a colorful image.

Pavillions strewed along the lake, on long summer evenings

the Da Ren was known to walk his favorite wive and servants here, resting where we stand now, 600 years later.

The former Da Ren was a man of great social standing, judging

from the dimensions of the site.

Only persons with immense wealth could afford such luxury, or the Emperor.

During the Long March, Mao Dze Dong Chairman Mao personally visited the area.

Amazing the old courtyards, in which one can get lost, facades built

from pinewood, the finest carvings, chairs made of rosewood.

A feeling of Nostalgia overcomes one, wandering along the trails, the alleys. Our thoughts go back
hundreds of years, not being able to contemplate the wonders we encountered here.

Fountains in the middle of the courtyard, man-made open water ducts leading to kitchen and bathhouse.

We sigh upon our wandering of spirits, we are lost in a forgotten

time. It takes a full 4 hours to stroll along the lake, and when we leave,

we take our memories with us. Getting back to reality is hard, leaving such a tranquil oasis of peace even more.

It is getting late, and we have to reach back to town, few miles away from where we stand.

Another time, we’ll visit again.