Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan province, means pandas and we did get to spend the most amazing time with these adorable animals in one of their sanctuaries, placed in the lush bamboo forests which surround this city of over ten million inhabitants.
Chengdu, however, is an interesting place in its own right. Set in the heart of tea plantations the city has some of the most typical teahouses in the whole of China. They are great social centres where people meet up and chat and play mah-jong or draughts. There are still some streets left of the old town where the atmosphere of former times can still be felt although there is also a lot of tourist tack too!
The People’s Park is certainly where it’s at for Chengdu’s relaxed inhabitants and it gives one a fascinating insight into life in these regions.
First, there’s the history and the railway protection monument dating back to 1915 and commemorating the local resistance movement against selling nationalised railways to foreign banks, a movement starting the 1911 Chinese revolution which finished off the country’s last imperial Qing dynasty. (Perhaps a similar movement should arise in the UK where several railway companies are foreign-owned and subsidise continental railways……).
Around the monument young people were energetically playing shuttle-cock using their hands instead of bats, with one virtuouso girl managing amazing back-flips with her legs.

There was also a memorial wall commemorating the victims of the Japanese bombardments in the last war. Although the latest Jap fighter planes were used, enemy land forces never reached Chengdu and it was China’s last capital before Mao’s forces arrived and forced the Kuomintang government to flee to Taiwan where it remains to this day.
I was particularly fascinated by the ‘blind date’ corner with notices from both young men and women asking for meetings with prospective spouses and listing their own talents (good job, apartment, looks, car, faithfulness). If one isn’t paired off by the age of thirty in China then prospects become increasingly gloomy.

The opposite of frenetic shuttlecock playing was this old man writing classic Tang poems with brush pen and water (and a little help from his cellphone.) Truly, I have never seen better demonstrated those immortal words uttered by Keats, close to death, to his friend Severn ‘here lies one whose name was writ in water.’
The area is well-known for its chrysanthemums which, apart from their ornamental value, are also used in cooking rice and for making tea.
The people’s park was also enlivened by various singing and instrumental groups. (The only pity was that I was developing a tedious cold which, fortunately, was the only health mishap I got in China).
Regarding music, Chengdu is a major centre of Chinese opera and especially of the art of face changing (known as Bian Lian) where, apparently instantaneously, an actor changes his/her whole facial appearance sometimes ten times in less than twenty seconds! I won’t go into the four main techniques used for doing this or how this astonishing art originated (some say it was used to scare off dangerous animals while in a forest) but will just add some photos of the show we saw at Chengdu’s opera house.
Incidentally, if opera conjures up images of Pavarotti and Callas for you then Chinese opera is nothing like this. It’s a sort of classical pantomime, and includes singing, a lot of action and specacular effects. You either like it or you don’t!




















