From Beijing to Kunming, it takes « only » 3h40 by plane. In China, everything is bigger, larger, wider etc. !
Kunming, with nearly 6 millions inhabitants, is the capital city of Yunnan, a region located at the south-ouest of China which has common borders with Vietnam, Laos, Burma and Tibet. Average altitude : more than 2000 meters for 393,734 km2 and a population of 46 millions.
The highest Yunnan peak is Kawagebo, which rises to 6,740 meters.
Populated with 25 « minorities », it is a colorful region offering a lot of spectacular touristical sites.
Having already toured Vietnam, Laos and Burma, Yunnan seemed to us a logical introduction to Chinese « province ».
Joy, assistant at « Wonders of Yunnan », a tour-operator based in Kunming, prepared us a 15 days tour of Yunnan. It began in Kunming and its surroundings with the help of Tina as private guide and Xu Dong as skilled driver. A good choice.
Thank you to all of them and let us enjoy the pictures.
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Kunming airport
Kunming : Yunnan Provincial Museum
Yunnan Provincial Museum
Yunnan Provincial Museum : young kids chatting in English with us
Green Lake Park in Kunming down-town
A rare black swan on Green Lake Park
Bianchi Lake : Who dances ?
Marimar, of course…
Bianchi Lake : Ready to be married
Young beauty ready for the marriage
Tina, our guide at Dragon Gate
Bianchi Lake from Dragon Gate
Bianchi Lake
Bambou Temple
Bambou Temple
Bambou Temple
Ex-votos ?
Bouddha with (reversed) svastika
Yuantong Temple entrance gate
Yuantong Temple
Yuantong Temple
Yuantong Temple
Yuantong Temple
Good luck for you if you throw a coin into the frog month !
Night train from Kunming to Dali
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A propos Bernard Boutin
A 7 ans, mon père me trainait au tour du pic du Midi d’Ossau, en Béarn.
A 17 ans, je faisais du stop avec mes skis de randonnée. Je me souviens qu’à la nuit tombée, à la sortie de Tarbes, un paysan me chargeait. Arrivé en rase campagne, en sortant les skis de la bétaillère, ceux-ci étaient plein de purin ! La passion était plus forte que ces petits désagréments.
A 27 ans, je quittais un bon « job » à la Défense, pour « descendre » aux Pyrénées.
A 37 ans, avec quelques copains, nous grimpions, en ski de randonnée, le Vignemale, le Balaitous et quelques autres…
A 47 ans, 57 ans, les Pyrénées toujours. On l’aura compris, pour moi, sans les Pyrénées, point de respiration.
