Leaving Yuanyang

Waiting for the sleeper bus to Kunming, I met an Israeli named Tom. —Wait a sec, I can hear you … More

Last hike at Yuanyang

Yuanyang was one place on my trip that I figured I would never come back to, only because it had … More

I couldn’t be certain what the Manager was saying to me, but apparently the noon check-out time that had applied to guests … More

Come sunset I shared a taxi-van to the Bada lookout with a Panamanian art student studying in Beijing. She was … More

My roommate was a Dutch girl named Jorieke. Neither of us had purchased tickets for the observation deck; instead, we … More

When I arrived at the guesthouse, no one was there. I mean no one. No guests. No employees. I could … More

The Road to Yuanyang: Part 4 I shouldn’t be too hard on the Xinjie bus station hotel room. That it … More

The Road to Yuanyang: Part 3 You would think, judging by the expressions on their faces, the good people of … More

The Road to Yuanyang: Part 2 The woman with whom I switched bunks returned the favor in the morning. She … More

The Road to Yuanyang: Part 1 If there is a right way to get to Yuanyang, I did the exact … More