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Three Province Ride


I was invited by one of the local bike clubs to go riding on a “Three Province” route. Considering that the local clubs are nowhere as large or as organized as they were back in our old city, I take every chance I can get to ride with them. When I showed up that morning, a few of the rider asked where my bags were. It turns out the club was going on an overnight trip to a local mountain (160km round trip). I had things to do the next day, so I just committed to riding part way with them, then returning myself the same day.

Our route took us over the famous Yangtze River bridge. It was cloudy and quite polluted that day. I wore my pollution mask, which got no end of strange looks.

It is one of the first bridges over the Yangtze to serve two forms or transportation.

The bottom level is a train track. This bridge is one of the main links from Jiangxi province to northern China.

The main “pillars” at each end look quite immense, especially when up close.

The other side of the bridge is Hubei province. We made a quick loop around and under the bridge onto a long dike, made to alleviate the huge floods that have come down the Yangtze from the Himalayas. The road was nice and smooth due to only small vehicle having access (I’ll show you why in a second). I mostly saw motorcycles and three-wheel cars while riding.

I passed scores old farmhouses, left by their owners when they could afford better housing.

Buddhist tempes were in abundance as well. This was was newly built (or remodeled).

On one ride of the dike I mostly saw farmland. Lots and lots of farm land. Farm houses. Villages.

On the other side I could see the Yangtze through densely planted trees.

New farmhouses (two story), adjoining the old.

After half an hour I came to the Anhui border, marked by this rather unusual gate.

It is built of reinforced concrete and steel.

And only smaller vehicles can squeeze through…this one only by folding in the mirrors and inching along. So no cargo trucks can circumvent road tolls.

After the border I rode for another hour with the club before turning back.

Upon return to the Anhui/Hubei border I turned off the road to see if I could find where the three provinces met. More than likely it’s right out there in the middle of the chilly river, so no two-feet-one-hand-cross-border photos will be forthcoming.

As I rode back across the bridge, I pondered who decided the borders and why they placed them there? Having no answers, I continued home to enjoy a feast of mexican leftovers.

Three Province Ride

1 comment to Three Province Ride

  • I always enjoy “going along” with you on your bike tours. Thanks for sharing. The border gate made me laugh…pretty sure I wouldn’t have been able to pass through!

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