Lanzhou
Lanzhou, the capital of Gansu province, probably doesn’t rank high on most tourist itineraries, but I have to say it turned out to be a delightful city. After sampling the famous food street, we – my daughters and I – strolled across the Zhongshan Bridge, proudly known as the “First Bridge of the Yellow River”, the very first permanent crossing ever built over China’s mother river. From there we wandered into the riverside park, which was bursting with life.
The whole place was alive with music and movement. Elderly people waltzed under the trees, groups of women lined up for the familiar square dance, while another circle swayed and spun to Uygur melodies. Some had even gone the extra mile, dressing in brightly colored Uygur outfits, sequined vests and embroidered headscarves flashing in the sun.
I am no dancer, but the sheer joy of it was infectious. Before long I found myself muddling along, arms waving vaguely in time with the music. No one minded my clumsy steps. Everyone was too busy laughing, clapping, and spinning. What fun it was to be swept up in such unselfconscious happiness, right on the banks of the Yellow River.