Be Prepared! This is sound advice for nearly any occasion. On a backpacking trip it usually means bringing enough food, water, and warm clothing. On a deep sea fishing trip it could mean carrying an adequate amount of sunscreen or filling the cooler with at least a week’s worth of beer, even if the trip is only for a day. But the average festival typically only requires a fully charged battery in the camera and good walking shoes. This is not the case for the Yanshui Fire Work Festival.
To experience this festival to the fullest you need to be prepared. You need to be prepared like the space shuttle is on re-entry.
The standard festival attendee is covered from head to toe; wearing a full face helmet, an ankle length raincoat, several layers of clothing underneath that coat, the thickest work gloves on the market, motorcycle boots, and something long (and hopefully nonflammable) to use as a scarf. If you happen to have catcher’s gear or a space suit, you might add that to outfit.
There is good reason for this level of protection; the purpose of the festival is to pummel the crowd, some 60,000 to 100,000 people, with rockets. The city of Yan Shui, a city in Southern Taiwan has set about setting fire to the locals…and the locals love it.
The festival, which was started in the mid 1870s, began as a way to fight off an evil spirit—a spirit that we know as Cholera.
The epidemic must have pushed them a little past their “wits end.” The plan they conjured up to fight back the disease was to “Beehive” the evil out of people.
They created mobile parade floats that we might as well call movable bombs. They are basically iron framed shelves assembled into large squares. Mounted on the thin shelves are thousands and thousands of rockets, about two or three times the size of the average bottle rocket. The whole contraption is called a “Beehive.”
It must have worked; the bad spirit left and hasn’t come back.
Now, I am pathologically unprepared most of the time. For this festival I wore a hooded pullover, blue jeans with one leg rolled up to keep out of my bike chain, and crocs. I brought swimming goggles to protect my eyes. I had no idea what I was getting into. I looked like I was about to roll into an 8:00am Freshman Philosophy class, and the rest of the crowd looked like poncho sporting Stormtroopers.
The show began near the Temple of Kuan Kung, the God of War; a warning shot was fired into the air, and the sparks fell lightly into the surrounding crowd. I wanted pictures so I tried to fight my way up, and I got pretty close. The fact that the people around me were heavily protected didn’t seem to register.
Shortly after the warning shot, a fireman grabbed my arm, and said, in English “Is that all you’re wearing? You need to get out of here right now!”
He rushed off towards the temple, dragging me by the hand. As we arrived at the temple, a safe enough distance away, the crowd where I had been standing lit up like a bomb fire as the thousands of rockets were fired straight into—INTO—the masses.
Thick smoke rose in the air as rockets whizzed through the mob, reducing those closest to the hive to mere silhouettes in a background of fire. The scene was stunning. And right at that moment, as the crescedo of fire built to the climax…my camera died–You’ve got to be prepared!
I found my friends, and we ran up the steps of the temple’s museum, up the ladder to the roof, and watched from relative safety as the parade would drive a block, shoot off a warning and then fire the place up like before. On an on through all the neighborhoods and surrounding townships until the parade eventually came back to the temple, around 3 or 5 am.
“It’s Sunday! Don’t these people have to work tomorrow?” my friend remarked to a temple worker.
The worker said that not only will they stay up all night following the parade; they’ll go to work, and come back for the next night too. “Don’t underestimate the power of the god,” he said.
I believe he might be right about that.
And so, I learned a couple of things; always be prepared, and don’t underestimate Kuan Kung, but there was one thing I didn’t learn, and still want to know. How in the hell did 19th century city dwellers protect themselves against this crazy show? It kind of makes me think that the reason Cholera disappeared was because everyone who had it was blown to smithereens. If you know, would you let me know?
Special thanks to Mia Lee, Emily Lewis, and Sharm el Shiekh Holidays. And as always—Good Journeys!Published in