We left Changsha and a few family members behind to take the train back to Wuhan. It felt like coming home to me after the stressful weekend in the family’s home city: our hotel at Wuhan University was better and cleaner (the no-smoking policy was somewhat enforced), I enjoyed the student crowd and I knew the city fairly well.
We were exhausted though, and we had all gotten sick in Changsha where the weather had gotten suddenly cold.
I insisted on visiting the 1911 Revolution Museum; the local uprising in Wuhan eventually led to the end the dynasty system and the first republic under the presidency of Sun Yatsen. “Just don’t say you’re French,” Feng whispered to me, as the helpful guard was taking us through all the indignities China suffered with the foreign imperialist incursions, as Western Powers nibbled at China’s coastline, taking cities that would fall under colonial rules.
I can’t help but admiring China’s resilience through the 19th and 20th centuries. I love Chinese modern and contemporary history. A huge country who had never truly been united became a major world power, and we are seeing the changes in motion as we visit it. It’s fascinating.
After our cultural afternoon, we packed again for the next adventure: we are taking a few days off from the family!