Chinese New Year celebrations, the second time around found ourselves in the traditional home festivities of the north of China. In the coal producing town of Datong in fact.
Datong is in Shanxi province, north west of Beijing and only about a 30 minute drive south of Inner Mongolia. So in the end of January it’s cold, very cold, -25 degrees Celsius or -13 Fahrenheit.
And why you ask did we decide to freeze our buns off for Chinese New Year of the Dragon? Well, our dear friend and Chinese teacher, Jane, invited us to come and spend the festivities with her family. They were more than accommodating and of course we had a blast!
With the great hospitality, we were also gifted with our amazing, dedicated friend, Tosha, paying us a visit along her journey around the globe. We loved introducing her to local life and give her a sharp contrast from the rest of Asia and some reminders of back home in the U.S.
There are no shortages of fireworks of course, in the land that invented gun powder.
What followed at midnight and for at least an hour later was the most fireworks I had every seen and heard in my life. And this is coming from someone born on the fourth of July. There is no comparison, anywhere, period. I wasn’t sure at a few points whether I should be celebrating or worried because it sounded like a war zone was going off around me.
It definitely is impossible to photograph this kind of 4d experience. I will try to upload video too!