After three years living here, I finally ventured to the Minority Village. It’s Kunming’s
Disney-like park that contains reproductions of homes of the various ethnic groups scattered around Yunnan
Province, with one big difference:
Minority Village had western style toilets.
The the most popular minority at Minority village was me. Stop staring, already!
This lady had to call and tell her friends that she
saw a Meiguoren (an American)
This guy would call his friends if he could get up.
I learned about all of the minority groups in Yunnan, like the Mongolians. They are the people group that they ran away with the circus.
But instead of performing tricks, they put on a cooking show.
The chickens weren’t so happy about the concessions.
The Miao people go to church.Their communion wine is a bit stronger than grape juice.
You can also take in some of the unique ethnic apparel of
China at Minority Village, including this plaid squirt, striped sock combo, a common look for the young fashion-challenged school girl.
Or the bootleg designer bag with the traditional ethnic outfit. Fashion no-no.
This reminded me of Halsted Street in Chicago.
This reminded me of the Detroit Tigers. Now I’m hungry for hot dogs.
The admission to Minority Village during Chinese New Year’s week was 65
RMB, or about $10.
The best part is, you can walk for hours without fear of getting hit by a
taxi.
However, you could get trampled by an elephant.
Or a rickshaw.
Or another rickshaw.
February 12th, 2013 at 6:12 am Happy New Year, little China girl!