Caleb, Steven, Joost (pronounced yoast), and I had set out on what we thought was a trip to what was once the largest fresh water lake in China. It was a few weeks into our semester, and we had had it with the pollution and stagnant urban scene that surrounded our school. We had acquired the help of our RA and now close friend Wei (pronounced way) to plan a trip to the scenic Poyang Lake. We had seen pictures in a magazine and were hoping that we could finally taste somewhat fresh air and see a truly blue sky. Wei had helped us book a driver that would take us to the lake and told us that once we were there that we could rent a boat for the day and take it all over the lake. We would later come to find out that we would end up getting something completely different.
We drove about an hour and a half while at points a long the way the way the driver stopping and asking for directions. Of course we had no idea where it was, so when we arrived at this little village in the middle of nowhere we were still very optimistic that the day would end up just as planned. We arrived to find out that we would be able to rent a boat and a tour guide for 2 hours to "see the birds". I was irate. We had payed for something we weren't going to get. We weren't going to have a boat to ourselves for the day, we weren't going swimming, and we weren't going to tour the forests we had seen in the pictures.
Once we had gotten our whining out of the way we got into the boat with the tour guide, put all expectations behind us, and went with the flow.
This is a picture of our tour guide uncovering the boat that would put along in what was going to be a lake that turned out to be more of a marsh. The four of us sat in the front and let him take us around the land that he was so proud of.
We mainly floated around the marsh and got out in fields like this for him to take us around the land. He also wanted to take pictures of us with out cameras at about every point possible.
We even found what they call "small lobster" aka giant crawfish. Long story short 'I found love in a hopeless place'.
This picture is outside of a hut that is pretty much a waiting station during the peak fishing seasons. There is a small water way next to the hut that has two walls of netting to guide the fish into a trap. By the looks of the inside of the hut it seems that more beer is consumed than fish and more poker is played than actual fishing.
This was a trip that can attest to the fact that there is no need for expectations on an experience that you know you will never have again. They initially hinder your ability to absorb what opportunity is trying to give you, and until you can free yourself of the disappointment you will be blind to the beauty of the unexpected.