Here’s the latest story I did about this trip: a profile of Shonto Pete, one of the Native American dancers on the tour. In case you’re wondering, we are indeed back state-side already at this point. But my dad’s passing slowed my production of stories a bit, so we’ve gone ahead and delayed [...]
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On a lighter note, a story did run in the Missoulian about one of the first notable events that took place in Shanghai. Endless thanks to Erica Jeffrey, one of the professional dancers along for this trip, who pretty much wrote the whole thing as I sorted through my grief. Erica, you rock. [...] Advertisement The last time I saw my father alive, I was sitting in a stuffy hotel room in Guilin, China, half a world away from where he lay in a hospital, drifting away. Dad’s face was bathed in a wash of sickly yellow light, shattered into ghosting pixels as he peered out from the screen of my laptop computer. I could not hear him speak; there was a problem with his computer’s microphone. He never moved; rather, he flickered around the screen in herky-jerky stop-motion, gazing somewhere below me as he stared at his computer screen rather than at his camera. I’ve fallen a bit behind here for reasons that I’ll try to explain in a post soon. But for all you wondering what’s going on, we’ve made it to Shanghai and had a busy day yesterday visiting Suzhou, a city famous for its traditional gardens, most notably the Humble Administrators Garden. Here are a few pics from that visit. I’ll catch up more as soon as I am able. It’s truly impossible to describe our trip on the Lijiang River. For me, it was a trip of a lifetime. Indeed, the first time I saw pictures of this region back when I was about 20 years old, I vowed I would someday see it in person. Yesterday, I did. I feel so lucky. Rather than blather on, I’ll just share some pictures here. Charlene Campbell, co-director of the Rocky Mountain Ballet Theatre, left this as a comment on a post, but I thought I would reposition it as a guest-post for those who might otherwise miss it in the comments.
I wrote about our big first full day in Guilin, but I’m not even sure how many of the photos ran in the paper. So here’s a bunch. Guilin is a magical place. Another story that ran in the paper, about a great day of cultural exchange, can be read by clicking here. Share on Facebook We arrived safe in Guilin this afternoon after an uneventful plane ride. As we landed, the flight attendant announced that it’s 30 degrees celsius here. That’s 86 degrees Fahrenheit for all y’all Montana folk. I hear it’s been warmer than that in Missoula; but as the saying goes — and it’s MOST apt here — “it’s not just the heat, it’s the humidity.” Stepping off the plane, my glasses fogged up for a moment from the humidity. It’s stifling. The drive from the airport to the hotel was about a half an hour. Our host, a charming man named Forster, narrated on a microphone the entire way, explaining the Karst topography that typifies this region, the ethnic diversity of the city, the political history of the region, and the fact that, a couple of nights from now, we’ll have the great honor of getting to watch a tiger kill and eat a water buffalo. Charlene Campbell wanted me to know that there were, in fact, several noteworthy officials at the first performance in Beijing. I think she took issue with the assertion that I made in a story published in the Missoulian that it was unclear who was in attendance at that performance. The problem that I [...] |
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