Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Pingyao: Ancient walled city

Pingyao: Ancient walled city

MUCH has been said about Shanxi’s ancient walled city of Pingyao, home of China’s earliest bank, the Rishengchang founded on the premises of a dye shop in 1823 to service the province’s Jinshang (Shanxi merchants). Jin was, of course, the name of the state that flourished in the area nearly three millennia ago during the Zhou dynasty and remains the short name for Shanxi.

Before Rishengchang, transactions were paid for in silver, coins or other valuables which had to be escorted by armed guards. This time-honoured practice ended when the bank began taking silver deposits and replacing currency with bank drafts, a move which consigned the armed “security services” to the martial arts novels, TV serials and movies that immortalise the extinct trade.

The draft bank’s success owed much to the then-revolutionary business practice of separation of ownership and management which led to greater professionalism, as well as to a strict emphasis on integrity supported by a system of rewards and penalties.

Senior citizens gather at the City God Temple.

Looking at Rishengchang’s modest premises in Pingyao, one would never have guessed the scope of its business. At its peak, the bank had deposits totalling 20 million liang (tael) of silver and handled remittances amounting to 38 million liang. With branches in key cities and trade centres, it flourished for 108 years until it ceased draft banking in 1932 to focus on savings and loans, and eventually collapsed in the face of competition from western-style banks.

A plaque at the establishment’s courtyard says there were altogether 22 such draft banks in Pingyao, making the city the undisputed financial centre of China during the last century of the Qing dynasty.

Pingyao is a living museum of Ming and Qing dynasty architecture and like the province’s Yungang grottoes near Datong, is a Unesco World Heritage site. Our group arrived in the early evening and given the walled city’s historic importance, it came as a surprise that the portion of highway near Pingyao was dark and in poor condition.

Peasants with cartloads of hay and produce paid scant attention to safety as we bumped and jolted along for what seemed like ages until we arrived at the city’s famed battlements. From there we transferred to open buggies, winding our way around the massive Ming dynasty walls to our hotel on a street of refurbished two-storey linked courtyard residences near the Chenghuangmiao (Temple of the City God).

The rooms around the deep courtyard had been converted into guestrooms of different sizes with custom furnishings and modern attached bathrooms.

A Pingyao street in the early morning.

Some accommodations looked quite cosy, but I passed an uncomfortable night in a tiny bare room lit by a single fluorescent tube. Like the other rooms, a traditional woven bamboo mat hung outside the door provided added privacy.

Attached to a closet-like bathroom, my “cell” might have been the watchman’s or maid’s quarters. The only furniture included two narrow brick kang beds and a small wooden table with a TV. Lined with a thin cotton quilt, the kang had been decommissioned and was no longer heated from underneath like an oven.

The old architecture and lanes within Pingyao’s city walls have been preserved and some areas were in fact cordoned off for on-going restoration work. The city folk are seemingly used to strangers poking around their homes and when I meandered into a residential quarter, a friendly woman welcomed me into her courtyard and proudly pointed out her neighbour’s house whose windows had been beautifully refurbished.

In the streets and shops around Rishengchang, craftsmen continue to ply their trade for the benefit of tourists, most of whom are from other provinces. Shanxi has a rich tradition of crafts such as colourful shoe linings hand-embroidered with motifs like fish, frogs and flowers, and hand-made cloth shoes and wooden combs. Traditional melt-in-your-mouth pounded peanut candy and crispy stone-baked crackers flavoured with sesame, spring onions or spices are also hot favourites.

The Jinshang played such an important role in the province’s commercial history that a whole section of the new Shanxi Museum in Taiyuan is devoted to them. In one of the very smart galleries, there is an interesting specimen of a Rishengchang deposit book and bank licences from the Qing dynasty. Reconstruction of several of these Pingyao banks’ premises show that for all their wealth, the bankers operated in rather spare surroundings.

A magnificent Ming dynasty wall surrounds Pingyao.

The museum also has a section on that Jinshang favourite – Shanxi’s vernacular Jin opera. Acts from two different operas are projected onto a black screen the size of a large television, providing visitors a mesmerizing glimpse of this exotic art form.

Pingyao and the surrounding counties formed the heartland of the Jinshang clans whose intrepid, enterprising members were quick to spot new opportunities and boldly ventured wherever there were business prospects. The clans may be gone, but it is said the Jinshang’s innate talent for business still runs in the blood of many Shanxi people today.

Heavenly Fiji

Heavenly Fiji

The beautiful islands and wonderful hospitality of the Fijians make visitors want to return year after year.

It’s like our other home – a dream home,” croons Mary Stephens, a Canadian who has been bringing her family to Outrigger Resort for seven years.

“We have everything here – sensational food, heaps of action and really friendly people. We never want to leave.”

At Malolo Island, Mike Graveley, an electronic engineer from California, has just shouted drinks at the bar.

“It’s our second honeymoon,” he tells me with a twinkle. “Carla and I just love it – we’ll be back next year, for sure. Who’d want to go anywhere else?”

Idyllic life: Market day.

“Friends back home told us to come here,” says Laura, a backpacker from Germany. Karl, her travelling companion, chimes in: “Yes, they all said this was the best. So here we are.”

And 20 minutes later there’s Laura soaring 100m high above the beach, harnessed to a parasail.
What a way to swing into the holiday of your life!

This, of course, is Fiji, with its celebrated paradise-in-the-sun resorts that gleam like pearls strung along the west coast of the country’s biggest island – Viti Levu. Offshore are the too-idyllic-to-be-true Mamanuca Islands, many of which are entirely given over to holiday resorts. It is these getaway dream worlds that are the country’s major draw card.

Everyone knows why.

Fijian resorts are tops. Visually, their locations are simply stunning, especially the Mamanucas with their gleaming turquoise waters, dazzlingly white sandy beaches and tall slim palms bowing deference to the sea.

They look exactly like the glossy brochure photographs you’ve seen. There are no disappointments. And everyone is catered for – singles, families, couples and honeymooners, first time, second time and maybe third time around.

Hospitality is the key.

That’s something that the Fijians are famous for. Little wonder. Hospitality comes easy to these people. It’s intrinsic to their culture. Tribal custom has it that a visitor to a village is heartily welcomed with ceremony and song, and then lavished with attention.

Take a stroll in the shade of the coconut palms.

This happens for the visitor on holiday as well. You arrive to a swirl of delicious island harmonies and are made to feel special from that moment to the sad day you depart. Sad? Yes, I’ve seen some folk actually cry.

“The Fijians are great!” “I love the people here – they make the place.” “These people are fantastic – so friendly.” “It wouldn’t be the same without the Fijians.”

The guests you talk to are quick to let you know who has given them the best time of their lives. The attention you receive is not just confined to the services. Hospitality in these parts means entertainment too, and plenty of it.

You’ll be assured of heaps to do; or not to do, just as you please. A veritable army of staff are on hand to cater for your every whim. Expect to be offered scuba diving with PADI-certified instructors, snorkelling, fishing trips, water skiing and wind surfing.

At a number of places you can charter a yacht or a deep-sea fishing boat. Parasailing, tobogganing and volleyball are among the most popular pastimes among the Mamanucas. To slow things down apace, there’s coral viewing in glass-bottomed boats, picnic trips to Robinson Crusoe-like islets, mini golf, and simply lazing in, or out of, the sun.

The larger coastal properties offer golf, horse riding and tennis. Located on the mainland, they also have ready access to the towns. Urban centres such as Lautoka, Nadi and the capital, Suva, offer duty-free shopping – jewellery being a specialty – some wonderful old colonial buildings to peruse, and best of all, the markets.

These are fabulously vibrant and colourful places, with stalls for tropical vegetables and fruits, spices and local handicraft. They also offer a ready entrée into Fijian village culture and daily life.
You might also wish to rent a car. The Queens Road runs all the way from Rakiraki in the far northeast to Suva in the south. It’s a fantastic drive. You pass through the aforementioned towns, as well as the vibrant Sigatoka, which sits astride the wide Sigatoka River. Tours can be arranged to farms and villages upstream.

Back “home” in your resort, the cool balmy evenings bring a whole new bunch of tropical treats. These come courtesy of the nearby local village. The meke is the traditional Fijian dance, accompanied by a chorus of song.

Most resorts put on a lovo feast at least twice a week. Lovo is cooking the traditional Fijian way. It’s done in underground stone ovens. The food takes on a deliciously exotic smoky flavour, which is enhanced by the vegetables – sweet potato, casava and dalo leaves.

There is bound to be some kind of show, maybe fire-walking, fire-eating, dancing, or a good, old-fashioned sing-a-long.


A fisherman with the catch of the day.

You will also be introduced to kava. Locally known as “grog”, and officially as yangona, it’s a mildly narcotic drink made from the pepper root (kava). It is taken ceremonially – at official welcomes or chiefly events, and these days more and more simply as a means to get relaxed.

Just remember to clap once on acceptance and three times after drinking – that’s if you still can!
Of course there’s lots of eating to be done. Expect roasts on the spit and truly sumptuous seafood, most often the catch of the day. Chances are you will be served kokoda. It’s a local specialty – freshly caught Spanish mackerel or rockling marinated in lemon and served with coconut cream, capsicum and Indian spice.

You’ll want to get the recipe.

And later in the night when the kava’s passed around, and the silken island harmonies even further soothe your soul, we celebrate the fact that we are here in this island paradise, and have got to know a few Fijian ways.

Addresses are exchanged among the guests – hospitality extended to friends newly made. This, after all, is the true Fijian way. It’s what brings people back here every year.

As Graveley said to me on my departure: “I won’t say good-bye, Tom. I’m sure I’ll see you here again some time.”

“That’s right, Mike, you will.”

Getting there

Malaysia Airlines flies from Kuala Lumpur to Sydney daily. Pacific Blue flies from Sydney to Nadi daily. See: http://www.virginblue.com.au/
ACCOMMODATION
3) Mamanucas: Beachcomber Island: http://www.beachcomberfiji.com/
BRING ALONG Repellent, sunhat, sun-block, light cottons, swimwear and reliable sandals.
WHEN TO VISIT Best to avoid the rainy season from December to March.
HELPLINE Fiji Visitors Bureau, Nadi; Tel: +679 672 2433
REFERENCE Lonely Planet has a current edition on Fiji with good maps and extensive resort listings and appraisals.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Back to the Stone Age

Back to the Stone Age

Ever wondered what it’d be like to live like the Flintstones? Well, there are no adult-sized pedal cars in Turkey’s Cappadocia region but you can check into a cave for the night!

FOR years, Istanbul businessman Mustafa Cankaya used to gaze in wonder at a cluster of 150 abandoned cave houses from his hotel balcony in Uchisar, in Turkey’s Cappadocia region, to which he was a frequent visitor.

Fascination turned into inspiration in 2004, prompting Cankaya to sink US$10mil (RM3.2mil) into his own cave hotel.

Halim Oz was a pioneer when he turned his cave home into the seven-room Village Cave Inn in sleepy little Cavusin village.

A hundred workers and stone artisans turned several rubble-strewn holes in the ground into the region’s latest upscale hotel, Cappadocia Cave Resort and Spa (CCR), which opened last October.

Its 47 rooms are luxurious cocoons hewn from the rock or with extensions built with local stone. They are perched on the side of a cliff, giving commanding views of the glorious rose- and toffee-coloured valleys and honeycombed cliffs.

“Cappadocia has many hotels. But I realised we need luxurious hotels to cater to the many high end guests who are accustomed to this sort of lifestyle,” Cankaya explained during a tour of his property.

Picturesque view from the terraces of Anatolian Houses.

Animal skin loincloths or hunting for food with clubs are not prerequisites for cave life in today’s Cappadocia! Troglodyte living is far from primitive when rates start from ?550 (RM2,794) a night in one of the several chic boutique hotels here. That’s the starting rate at CCR; its King Suite costs ?850 (RM4,317).

The sort of lifestyle Cankaya speaks about translates into spacious caverns with vaulted ceilings and elegant, baroque-styled furnishings of gold jacquard and scarlet velvet, marbled bathrooms, plasma TV and every modern gizmo that well-heeled travellers might require. CCR also boasts of the first cave spa.

“We could have had 120 standard rooms but we combined the spaces to create ensuite bathrooms,” explains CCR assistant general manager Didem Z. Bulgurlu.
The 19-room Anatolian Houses hotel set new standards for luxury when it opened in 2006 in the village of Goreme.
“We employed Cappadocia’s best stone artisans. We were very sensitive to regulations on maintaining authentic cave house façades.

For example, we can’t extend the balconies for rooms but can only put up wooden pergolas to shade the terraces. The stones are fitted by hand and no concrete or heavy machinery was used.”

Another popular luxury cave hotel that has set new standards for Cappadocia is the Anatolian Houses overlooking Goreme village.

Owned by carpet seller Hasan Kalci, the hotel smartly incorporates lots of glass to balance the caves’ claustrophobic effect.

Ismail Kutlugun and his son Emira ( right) run the Typical Turkish House Inn.

With an aqua swimming pool, hip poolside bar, cave restaurant and 19 rooms decorated with antiques that Kalci collects; it’s easy to see why the hotel is building an extension across the road.

The demand for cave hotels has risen in tandem with the steady increase in the number of visitors coming here; some two million are expected this year. The Hilton will be starting a property soon, the first development by one of the big hotel chains.

Traditional homes

Caves in Cappadocia have been natural homes for thousands of years. Ancient volcanic eruptions over millions of years covered the land with soft volcanic ash which hardened into a type of stone called tufa, which can be dug easily but remains hard as rock on the outside.

Since 4,000 years ago, people have dug out homes, sanctuaries and monasteries in the tall conical rocks they call fairy chimneys, and subterranean cities 10 storeys deep.

Above ground, caves were continually inhabited until the 1960s, when the risk of caves crumbling became a risk and the government built new apartments in the cities for the people.

Today, cave dwellings are permitted provided that they are also used for cultural or commercial purposes.

Terracotta lamps made by local potters cast a rustic light on the Village Cave Inn.

But some Cappadocians were reluctant to move to the cities. One of them is Halim Oz, 47, who was inspired 10 years ago after seeing a 1919 National Geographic magazine featuring pictures of cave homes.

Oz pooled together his savings and income from his souvenir shops, and sold his car and apartment, to turn his family cave house into The Village Cave inn. It’s in Cavusin, a sleepy community tucked between the more frequented Goreme and Avanos villages.

“People called me crazy,” Oz says with a laugh, as he shows us the cavern he was born in.

“I was the first to start a hotel here. I must say it was scary when I started. There wasn’t a single light anywhere, only from the stars! It didn’t help that some of the villagers believed fairies haunted the caves.

“But I didn’t want to leave my home. Caves are good for solitude and I believe travellers want to experience the local lifestyle.”

A single cave complex can house several families. There was no electricity, heating or piped water. These had to be added for the comfort of tourists.

Oz’s request for stones from the cave complex opposite his home was rejected as it was part of a protected labyrinth of caves that includes one of Cappadocia’s oldest churches, which is dedicated to St John the Baptist.

Cappadocia Cave Resort and Spa boasts of the first cave spa in the region.

Stones from nearby quarries were hauled back on donkeys. Caverns were painstakingly chiselled and smoothed by hand. Oz worked through seven long years to create his comfortable seven-room inn and hopes to open four more rooms.

“The drawback of caves is the high humidity level. I need several years to dry out a single cavern,” he explains.

Oz caters to mid-range travellers with rooms starting from ?60E to ?110 (RM304 to RM559), with breakfast. A night in a cave starts from US$25 (RM80) off-season such as in Ismail Kutlugun’s little two-room Typical Turkish House.

What’s magical here is the natural insulation, which results in complete silence in each chamber.

Like Oz, Kutlugun refused to leave his compound of cone houses in Uchisar that was home for four generations.

Kutlugun, 47, was able to reoccupy his cave home by converting two rooms for tourists and opening a souvenir shop and restaurant serving traditional Anatolian food.

As dusk covers Uchisar’s strange landscape in shadows, complete silence falls over the valley to create an incredible peace, which is reason enough to experience cave living!

Cappadocia Cave Resort and Spa, Tekelli mah. Goreme cad. No 1, Uchisar, Nevsehir. Tel no: +90 384 219 3194 or website ccr-hotels.com; Anatolian Houses, Gaferli Mah, Goreme, Nevsehir, tel: +90 384 271 2229 or visit anatolianhouses.com; The Village Cave, Cavusin, 50580 Avanos, tel: +90 384 532 7197 or website thevillagecave.com; Typical Turkish House, Uchisar 50240, Nevsehir, tel: +90 384 219 2100.