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China : Guǎngdōng Shěng

6.5 km (4.0 miles) NNE of Guanshan, Guǎngdōng, China
Approx. altitude: 4 m (13 ft)
([?] maps: Google MapQuest Multimap world confnav)
Antipode: 23°S 67°W

Accuracy: 24 m (78 ft)
Click on any of the images for the full-sized picture.

#2: North View from the Confluence #3: South View from the Confluence #4: East View from the Confluence #5: GPS #6: Victory Photo with (left to right) Mr. Feng, Man, Targ and Peter #7: Mr. Pig, a confluence point resident. #8: Taxi Prisoners - Targ, Mr. Feng and Man #9: Fish Nets and Pigs in the shacks beside the Confluence Point #10: Metal Shop in an shack next to the Confluence Point

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  23°N 113°E (visit #2)  

#1: West View of the Confluence Point located approximately where the water aerator is located

(visited by Peter Snow Cao, Targ Parsons, Cuiwen Jiang and Xiangzhi Feng)

14-Dec-2003 -- This the second part of a two-confluence hunt starting at 23N 114E 23N 114E.

At 6 AM Targ's HK$4,000 alarm clock came to life while it was still pitch dark outside. The plan was to get to Foshan as quickly as possible. From the hotel, we took a quick taxi to the bus station. We missed the waiting bus, but the next one was leaving in 15 minutes.

At dawn even the dingiest places can have their beauty. So it was with Guangzhou. The bus passed under overpass, after overpass as we moved out of the city. Street sweepers were stirring up dust, cyclists ringing bells.

Foshan is about 30 km from Guangzhou, and the two cities have grown such that there is little countryside left between them. At the Foshan bus station, we exited through a long tunnel and out a stainless steel gate into a waiting crowd of motorcycle taxi drivers all holding a out a helmet as if they were looking for a handout.

There we met two locals who wanted to join us in the hunt: a woman, who made the inexplicable choice of Man for her English name, and her boyfriend, Feng Xiangzhi. Targ met Man in 2002 and did 22N 113E confluence together on March 9, 2002. This one will be her second confluence. Her boyfriend Mr. Feng works for the power company and was very interested in learning about GPS and the confluence project. We popped into a taxi and took it to the west along the inevitable road construction past building after building of ceramics factories.

The dust and exhaust was thick enough to cut with an axe, and many people seemed to have respiratory problems. Using the GPS arrow as a guide, we directed our driver to make the necessary maneuvers. As we were closing in on the confluence the road traffic suddenly cleared up and the driver put the pedal to the metal. We had a bit of difficulty in getting him to realize that we were closing in fast on the spot.

At 120 meters a break in the median appeared with a small driveway and we screeched to a stop. Popping out of the taxi we passed through a village sign gate over the road. I gave the GPS to Feng Xiangzhi and demonstrated the how we were homing in on the point.

At about 50 meters, the needle swung left and with Targ leading the way, we passed between two brick sheds with a metal works on the left and a pig pen and fishing net repair on the right. As this was Targ's second visit, he had warned us the smell was not easily forgotten. We quickly understood why as the smell of pig poop and fish was overpowering.

On the other side of the sheds was the fishpond full of water and we could see the fish jumping out of the water from time to time. The confluence lies about mid-pond, near where a water aerator is located. There was a small fishing boat nearby, and we debated as to whether or not we should try to get the "perfect reading," but time was particularly short for me, as I had another soccer game to go to at 10 AM in Guangzhou. With victory photos after the regulation NESW photos, we went back to find our driver waiting for us.

On the ride back to Foshan we encountered a bit more traffic, and Mr. Feng commented that a times the traffic queue can be three km long. Fortune was smiling on us, however, and we got back just in time for the next bus to Guangzhou. Targ wasn't feeling well, so he passed up an invitation to spend the day with Man and Mr. Feng, opting to head directly back to Hong Kong. He later wrote back to say that he spilled his guts on the train in the First Class restroom, and felt much better afterward. I had a bit of stomach trouble later in the day as well, and attributed it to the food we ate outside the Dongguan Train Station the previous day, though it could also have been the tap water we used to brush our teeth, which had a strong metal taste.

Returning to Guangzhou, I made connections with me teammates and we played our game getting thoroughly trashed by the decided better-trained Beijing team.

All in all, a great weekend doing two things I really love, confluence hunting and football. If I could have included cycling, it would have been perfect.

I have christened this the Pig and Fishfarm Confluence.


 All pictures
#1: West View of the Confluence Point located approximately where the water aerator is located
#2: North View from the Confluence
#3: South View from the Confluence
#4: East View from the Confluence
#5: GPS
#6: Victory Photo with (left to right) Mr. Feng, Man, Targ and Peter
#7: Mr. Pig, a confluence point resident.
#8: Taxi Prisoners - Targ, Mr. Feng and Man
#9: Fish Nets and Pigs in the shacks beside the Confluence Point
#10: Metal Shop in an shack next to the Confluence Point
ALL: All pictures on one page (broadband access recommended)