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Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen. Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers. Forums New posts. What's new New posts Latest activity New showcase items New showcase comments. Strains New items New comments Latest reviews. Log in Register. What's new. New posts. Log in. Install the app. MrNice will have maintenance starting Tuesday, until Sunday. Update includes loading speed optimization, platform and plugins updates. Forum may be losed for few minutes intermittently. JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly. You should upgrade or use an alternative browser. Yunnan Chinese Cannabis. Hello folks I was rooting through my seed stash for landrace indicas and discovered I have two different strains from Yunnan, Chhina, one just labelled Yunnana the other labelled Dali which is a city in NW Yunnan province. I also have some labelled Sichuan which is another Chinese province. I have heard of the Yunnan Indica Cannnabiogen used in some breeds but I don't know a great deal about Yunnan or it's native cannabis so I decided to do a little research. Tiger Leaping Gorge: one of the deepest canyons in the worldTiger Leaping Gorge: one of the deepest canyons in the worldIt was the Christmas holiday's, I had two weeks off work and nothing better to do than hunt for heights and herbs in Yunnan province, People's Republic of China. The heights I knew were there; the peaks around Lijiang reach metres. As for the herbs, the Lonely Planet guide discreetly mentions their presence around Dali. Getting high on cannabis while in China is a relatively rare event, depending on your location. In some bigger cities the right connection can line up a score, and in some places in the countryside hemp can be found growing wild or is cultivated for seed. During my stay in China, I had planned ahead and brought a few of Marc Emery's seeds with me. Bringing a small handful of seeds across the border is basically a no-risk affair, so a few Arizona Big Bud plants unfortunately small and ill-nourished provided me with at least a bit of leaf smoke for my mental health. But I knew there was local cannabis somewhere in Yunnan, hence my mission. Dali, in north-west Yunnan, was my first stop: a popular tourist place with rumors of herb. Dali is an interesting old town above Erhai Lake and under the Cangshan mountains, with the streets offering the usual blend of markets, cafes and street hawkers. On my first day there I discovered two examples of Chinese cannabis culture. First, while wandering aimlessly along a minor street, I was confronted by an 8 foot cannabis plant growing alongside the wall of a house. Alas, it was a male. Even so, I plucked a handful of ripening top leaves and dried them on the edge of a sunny window of my guesthouse. The next day I added them to the small bag of homegrown I had with me for a new blend. Ban Wan Guest House: metres high and climbing. Later that day, while prowling through the crowds and around the stalls of the local Sunday market, I almost stumbled over a huge sack of seeds. A middle-aged peasant woman sat behind the open sack, reaching in every minute for a few to pop into her mouth. She expertly cracked them with her teeth, then spat out the husks. We all know what good stuff hemp seeds and seed oils contain, and here the locals were using them as a food source. We also know the THC content of seeds is pretty low, but the lady seemed to be a mellow, serene sort, as she sat eating her wares. But I was in search of a more combustible way to get high, so off I went. As I walked away, I did a bit of mental math. Fortunately my wiser and straighter self prevailed and I continued in search of smoke. Eight feet of male cannabis growing outside a home in Dali. Score one harsh buzz Later the same day, while sitting in a cafe nursing a big bottle of Chinese beer, my opportunity to score walked in the door. This lady had been after me on the street earlier, hassling me to purchase some of her trinkets. Finally seeing the futility of her attempts, she leaned forward and whispered in reasonable English 'You want ganja? It looked just like the Mexican I used to buy 30 years ago: leaves, stems, occasional female tops with lots of seeds. But a person didn't have the option to be choosy here! I had been expecting maybe rmb. I tried my best to barter down the price to 50 rmb. She must have smelled the money in my pocket and my desire to score. As I needed a good stash for the next part of my trip, I had to buck up, rip-off or not. A while later in the evening, a few pipefuls confirmed my suspicions: harsh and low quality, but there was THC in there, and a buzz is a buzz! From gorge to guesthouse Early the next day saw me on a local bus to Lijiang and then, the next day after, on to the small town of Daju. Spectacular mountain and valley scenes presented themselves at every turn of the bumpy and dusty road. Several passes over metres were crossed, ending with a long drop and endless hairpin turns down to the picturesque valley of Daju. Here was the eastern start of Tiger Leaping Gorge, my next adventure. A Swede and a Dutchman piled off the bus with me and into the small cafe by the station for lunch. As the Swede and I loaded up the pipe for a few hits oddly, the guy from Amsterdam didn't smoke the friendly lady proprietor walked over with a shoebox full of leaf and said, 'Try this. It was green and a bit harsh, but again, into the stash bag it went. Thus inspired, off I went to start the trek through Tiger Leaping Gorge. Recently named a World Natural Heritage Site, it has a well-deserved popularity with adventurous souls from around the world. It is one of the deepest canyons in the world, with the Yangze river cascading through a narrow slot at about metres. After crossing the gorge in a rubber boat, a short few hours brought me to the welcome site of Wan Qu's GuestHouse and the promise of cold beers and a spliff. Sure enough, a bag of the proprietor's home stash and a pipe lay on the table, free for sampling. Again, nothing spectacular, but the real trip was laying back in the sun and soaking in the atmosphere of this serene and sensational piece of Yunnan scenery. The next morning it was ganja pancakes for breakfast, a specialty of the house. After waiting for a kick-start, I was set up for a leisurely walk, pacing the sun's progress down to the rapids, metres below. A mellow afternoon evolved, camped on a boulder and pondering the simplicity and complexity of the whole scene. Only the cold beer calling me from up the trail aroused me from such contemplation. A high, careful walk Two days later, Christmas day, I was set to get higher than ever. A walk up from the Ban Wan GuestHouse at metres put me to a high pass at over metres, just below some impressive peaks. In the thin air and huddled against a cool breeze, I had my satisfying lunch of dried yak meat, beer and a spliff. There was no room for error in a situation like this; a simple sprained ankle would be serious. There was absolutely no one around and it was a vertical mile back to 'civilization' down a rough trail. When you get high? Luckily, I had trained myself in many similar trips in the high mountains of Canada, so my progress down was uneventful and I arrived safely back to beer and ganja pancakes. Score two, a bit better After five fine and eventful days in the Tiger Leaping Gorge, I eventually stumbled into the noise and jumble of Qiaotou, at the western end of gorge. The advice around was that a person could score at the Peaceful Cafe. Sure enough, on the last page of the menu was a bold and clear message: 'If you want ganja ask Xiao Hu. The seedy buds looked a bit better than my previous scores, so I grabbed a generous handful. Into my bag it went and I now had a mix of five different kinds of herb. Jade Dragon Joints Lijiang is an excellent place to waste away a few days. There is a funky old town with canals running through the streets, clean air, great views and the local Naxi culture is very well preserved. So I spent four days just hanging out and exploring the streets, alleys, cafes and markets. Now lighting up in the wilds of Yunnan is one thing, discretion was not a real concern as the Public Security Bureau were a long way off. However, to light up a pipe or spliff in more public places would definitely attract some unwanted attention, like jail and deportation. Hence the introduction of my special Jade Dragon Joints. Every area of China has local brands of cigarettes and Jade Dragon named after the imposing local peak was my choice. Since rolling papers are non-existent in most of China, you have to empty out the tobacco and reload them with your own 'blend'. Thus disguised, discretion is assured. Lighting up an innocent filter tip is a no-risk affair almost anywhere. I smoked up in the markets, cafes, parks, and buses and never had any curious glances. China's highest high The finale of the trip was now upon me: my mission to get higher than I had ever been! After years of mountaineering in the BC Rockies, my personal altitude record was only a mere metres, plus a quick dash up Mt Rainer at metres. So on New Year's Day, in the early morning light, I set off to accomplish my task. The bottom station was at metres, and the cable car climbed rapidly to The views up to the peaks and glacier and back down to the valley were phenomenal. I raced out of the top station, already higher than ever, and climbed much more slowly up the snowfields to the edge of a serac-strewn glacier at metres 15, feet. In the brilliant sunshine and thin air I pulled out a Jade Dragon Joint and fired up. I was as high as I could get in Yunnan, and just a bit higher, literally and figuratively. For further exploration For those with a spirit of adventure and a desire to venture into an easily accessed but totally wild part of China, as well as a chance to score some local herb - I 'highly' recommend NW Yunnan. While the smoke won't blow you away, the natural beauty of the area surely will! Add to that the clean air, friendly folks, a fascinating minority culture and relatively cheap food and travel. If you're travelling around East Asia and intend to dip in for a taste of China, you could and probably would do a lot worse than this herb-friendly part of Yunnan. There are also areas of wild hemp in Shandong province. Tai Shan is the most holy of the five sacred mountains in China. Millions of Buddhist and Taoist believers climb the 7, stone steps to pray and leave offerings. Over the centuries, many of the offerings were grains, including hemp, as they believed the birds would carry the seeds as their prayers to the deities. Now, the area near the top of Tai Shan is covered with a short variety of wild cannabis that has adapted to the mountain climate. After my successful Yunnan trip, it seems like Tai Shan will be an obvious choice for an Easter trip to continue my quest to explore the heights and cannabis culture of China. Ancient Chinese Cannabis Cannabis has a long history of cultivation in China, dating back as far as years. It was grown along with millet, wheat, beans and rice in the earliest Neolithic farming communities and was regarded as one of the main crops in ancient China. Until cotton was introduced to China about years ago, cannabis was the main cloth worn, a fact proven by both ancient texts and archeological discoveries. Pure cannabis textiles were found in tombs dating back to BC, and imprints of cannabis textiles and cordage on pottery fragments have been carbon dated to about BC. Paper was another cannabis product long in use in China. The oldest piece of paper in the world was recovered from a tomb in Shaanxi dating to about BC. A tomb in Xinjiang offered up white cannabis paper shoes sewn with white cannabis thread, dating to AD. The use of cannabis seed for food is also well documented as far back as BC. It was placed as one of the? Cannabis remained a staple of the diet until the 10th century when other higher quality grains became widespread. Hemp seeds have often been found in storage jars inside tombs. Modern Chinese Cannabis Cannabis has been cultivated in nearly every province and climatic zone of China. It is still used in some areas for making rope, clothes and other textiles. The seeds are pressed for oil, or eaten raw or roasted as snacks between meals especially in NW Yunnan. Tibetans also mix seeds in buttered tea. Some plants in Xinjiang and Yunnan are illicitly planted for smoking, but cannabis smoking is not popular or widespread among Chinese. Chinese hospitals rarely, if ever use cannabis as a medicine because it is falsely considered addicting, although traditional pharmacists do use cleaned hemp seeds in some herbal stomach remedies. Chinese growers realize that the female plants are used for smoking and contain more medicinal properties. In specific areas where more of the drug plants are grown Kasgar, Hetian and Asku in Xinjiang the upper inflorescences, younger leaves and resin gland secretions are used for making cigarettes. On the other side of China, in Shandong province among others, there is a small but thriving modern hemp industry cultivating for fibre. Click to expand Clarke International Hemp Association, P. Although the Han majority have largely given up hemp usage in daily life, several of Yunnan's minority ethnic groups continue to use hemp for both fiber and food. However, there is very little consumption of Cannabis products for recreational purposes by either resident Chinese or visitors. Despite these facts, the Yunnan provincial government has instigated policies that confuse drug Cannabis 'marijuana' with industrial hemp. Since the spring of , the growing of Cannabis for any reason has been prohibited, although Cannabis still flourishes in most parts of Yunnan. Confusion continues. In July through August of , and again in February through April of , I traveled to several regions of Yunnan Province to survey the occurrence of wild, agricultural and feral Cannabis populations and speak to minority groups about their traditional usage of hemp. During this time, rural peasants frequently commented on the new hemp prohibition policy. This paper reports the occurrence and use of hemp in Yunnan and will investigate the impact of hemp prohibition on its minority nationalities. I found a load of pics of wild Yunnan genes being grown outdoors in the Netherlands by mexcurandero, look interesting and exotic:. Pictures of wild Yunnan Cannabis I found with Google image search:. Last edited: Feb 6, Donald Mallard Guest. Hi bh and don. Interesting thread indeed. It was stout with indica like plant structure, but had sativa like leaves and flowers. It was indeed not a potent line, at least the one i got a hold of. But i noted other qualities, above all the anti anxity properties. It also passed on structural traits that were very favorable, especialy good to cross to long flowering sats to tame them and make the high more balanced. I did my work with it when i was younger and not as knowledgable, never kept the pure line going and i kick myself to this day, hence the reason i promote both the preservation of lines with large ne, and the hybridization and narrowing of lines, simultaniously. I would love to get back amongst it myself one day when i have more time, as i only got to play with one line from the region and i believe there is medical cannabis gold there. Loads of different lines with different qualities, i even think some very potent lines could be found in the region with some work searchng, although whether or not they would still contain certain traits i find appealing would be another story. Imho it is the origional home of cannabis i dont care if i cop flak for that call lol. Get amongst the beans bh, but dont judge them as smoking plants per sae, judge them as breeders, look for the traits you wont find in most of the modern genepool, they are there for sure Much respect moonunit. Hiya fellas, thanks for stopping by! Yeah Wally, I remember Sam posting about Yunnan cannabis, he had some discussion about it with Charlie Garcia I recall and i too remember Sam saying if you grew enough numbers of the Yunnan plants you would find everything from a indica archetype to a sativa similar to a Thai. Given how close Yunnan is to Burma and Thailand, I can see how the genepool would contain some similar genes. The Yunnan plants are truly widl so are bound to be highly variable. The Dali beans I have are huge, the largest I've ever seen, look like a small pale pea. I expect these are similar to those seeds the old woman was eating so may be from a line cultivated for seed for food? They are in towels, I'm hoping they germ. Hiya moonunit, thanks for sharing your experiences. I completely agree, these genes are of interest for what interesting traits they might have so I'm interested in them as breeding plants rather than producing anything to smoke from them. I wish I had the space and resources to do preservation with large Ne but I don't, sadly. I only have 6 Dali seeds, about 15 Yunnan and 7 or 8 Sichuan so I'm already off to a bad start in terms of numbers, hopefully most germ! I'll probably open pollinate between whatever individuals I do get just to preserve the genes in at least some measure. Fingers crossed and I can send some fresh seed down to Oz later this year for you Aussies to run the rule over and see if anything useful lurks within. One useful trait I'm expecting the Dali to have is very very large calyxes. They would have to be huge to have borne these huge seeds that are x the volume of a normal sized seed. The other useful traits I'm expecting are the favourable structural qualities you mention, I'm looking for an ultra stocky and broadleafed indica type as it might be very useful for breeding to some sativas and the taller lankier Afghans like the Mazar-i-Sharif. To find true cannabis you have to go in the muslim district. Han people traditionally do not smoke cannabis at all Last edited: Feb 15, I've heard C. Yunnan tastes very 'brassy', as in metallic You must log in or register to reply here.

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Buying ganja Lijiang

He had felt burnt out by the city, and had moved to a rural village in Dali, a far-flung corner of southwest China. Flipping through images of his new digs, I wished I had too. His farmhouse had a cobbled yard: grass poking between the cracks, foliage-fringed, with a Taoist yin-yang formed from pebbles, next to a persimmon tree and a reading bench. The house itself had old wooden beams, and a skylight boasting a view of the three ancient pagodas Dali was famous for, with towering mountains as their backdrop. From my city apartment, it looked like heaven — space to think and breathe, away from the smog and the honk and the hurry. Zhazha bought vegetables from his village market, grown in fields nearby; he spent long, lazy days hiking up to hidden waterfalls in the hillside; he focused on creative projects, without having to worry about rent or living costs. Later, I asked him why he had left Beijing. So I migrated to Dali in order to find a new way of life. Finding a new way of life was a quest I began to hear a lot. But now its citizens were stepping back to ask: What was it all for? After economic and career development, what about personal development? But bloodsucking capitalism had begun to clot. It was the rat race, the hamster wheel, and the rodents were revolting. The best jobs were taken, the pie already divided up. If everyone sat, the view would be the same — but because some were standing, everyone behind them had to as well. Not social evolution, but involution. A solution was proposed: instead of standing or sitting, lie down. If the game was rigged and social mobility impossible, why even bother? Quit the rat race; sleep in instead of working late; break the cycle. The most extreme form was to escape the city altogether — that hub we had gravitated towards in search of opportunity, only to be disenchanted. That was what Zhazha had done, fleeing to country climes. China had squeezed in the economic growth that Western countries had taken centuries to achieve. This back-to-the-land trend was a direct reversal of everything upwardly mobile Chinese people used to hold dear. For decades, those born in the countryside had wanted only to escape its poverty. Now, since , more people lived in urban than rural areas. Instead of chasing bright lights in the big city, they dreamt of open farmland and the quiet life. After forty years of urbanisation, the flow was reversing. It was still a minority who were privileged, or crazy, enough to quit their city jobs. Others were penniless urban workers who wanted to drop off the grid and reinvent themselves entirely. Either way, this inverse migration from city to country, once a trickle, was becoming a stream. While he had hoped Zhazha might work in a bank or state company, he would still brag to neighbours that his son was a photographer not a farmer. It was only a matter of time, surely, before Zhazha would marry, buy a flat, and make good on the urban dream. All he and his wife had wanted was for their son to escape that life of toil. But now his son was living in a countryside farmhouse, sending pictures of his vegetable patch as if it was something to be proud of! It had taken just two generations for a Chinese family to pass from pre-industrial agrarianism to post-material urban malaise — for the grandchild of farmers to return to the land. What now? What next? Am I happy? I wanted a quieter life where I can do what I want to do and find out who I really am. The mountain valley of Dali that he chose for his escape seemed the epitome of that new life. Antithesis of involution. Capital of lying flat. It spoke a promise of escape and change for a disillusioned generation — and in the mire of my own malaise, it held an allure that was difficult to resist. It had taken just two generations for a Chinese family to pass from pre-industrial agrarianism to post-material urban malaise. Tucked away in the highlands of Yunnan province, south-west China, Dali sits in a fold of the Hengduan mountain range, which rises westward to become the Himalayas. At an elevation of 2, metres, the terrain keeps climbing until the border of Tibet, kilometres north-west. Myanmar is half that distance away, and Laos a little further to the south-east. It is a good place to hide in. The valley itself was formed some fifty million years ago, when the Indian and Eurasian plates collided. Ripples from that tectonic kiss crumpled the earth all the way from the heights of Everest down into Yunnan. One of those ripples is the Cangshan massif, a stretch of mountainside that overlooks Dali from the west. An evergreen conifer forest of pine, fir, and spruce coats the range, giving Cangshan its name: the Verdant Mountains. Its waters bleed out into the upper Mekong, which runs south — parallel with the Salween and Yangtze from their sources in Tibet — until those three great rivers of Asia, travel companions for this stretch of their journey, part ways. The fresh water and plentiful fish of Lake Er were the lifeblood of Dali for millennia, with settlements rising by its shores and a tradition of cormorant fishing. Dali has both. Most residents of the valley live on the western bank of the lake, where the terrain slopes gently down from the foothills of the mountains to the lapping shore. Once capital of an ancient kingdom, later a Ming fortress, its thick walls once enclosed four square kilometres of cobbled lanes, with hulking arched gates at each compass point. Now all but the western and southern walls have been torn down, and more streets are paved than cobbled, though the gates remain. Yet the stone homes, curving roofs and leafy courtyards that speckle its labyrinthine ways still give the Old Town charm, while just outside the walls to its north-west the three ancient pagodas cast their long shadows, relics of a bygone age. The locals of Dali are an ethnic minority called the Bai people. Long before migrants from the outside arrived in the valley, Dali was theirs alone. No more. Once an independent kingdom, Dali fended off invasion by the Tang dynasty but fell to the Mongols in the 13th century, and was later folded into the Ming Chinese state. Han migrants settled in the valley, as well as Hui Muslims and other groups. The Bai people sinicized, incorporating Chinese customs into the fabric of their everyday life. Yet they were still far enough from the centre of the Chinese state to be left alone, hidden in the remote poverty of their otherwise idyllic valley. Over the last few decades, Dali has attracted a new kind of outsider. In the s and s, it was a rare traveller who stumbled into the valley. Back then, the Old Town and surrounding villages were undeveloped, with dirt tracks, farmland and crumbling houses. Yet this was what the travellers were looking for: a rustic escape from explosive urbanisation, and a refuge from the politics of the cities — including for dissidents who fled here after the Tiananmen crackdown, such as the poet Liao Yiwu who lived there in the early s. By the new millennium, Dali had also become a go-to destination for the in-the-know backpacker, a northern extension of the banana-pancake trail through South-East Asia. It was an easy place to get high, in both senses of the word. Some travellers who came to Dali never left. Arrivals from Chinese cities rented stone houses in the Old Town, for as little as a few thousand yuan a year. Yet discovered it was. Already the town of Lijiang to the north had touristified, rebuilt after an earthquake in Dali was back on the map. It became a trendy escape from the hubbub of the cities, for both tourists seeking a temporary break and reverse migrants looking to reinvent themselves. Are you unhappy in life? Go to Dali! Some old-time new migrants complained that Dali was changing, commercializing. And it was change that those who moved here sought above all else. A new way of life. A new home. A new perspective. And when the sea change crashes over us, we must find the readiness to be swept by its tides, lest we drown in brittle resistance. Born and educated in Oxford, England, he lived in China from , and is now based in New York. Skip to content. Alec Ash. Buy the book. We're expanding our operations, seeking an experienced editor with knowledge of China and Chinese language, based in New York. Click through for more information on how to apply. Sign up for our newsletter. This field is for validation purposes and should be left unchanged. We use cookies on our site. We hope that's OK with you. 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