Kunming-hospitality

In Kunming I met a doctor from Zhejiang Province. He shed light on many details of Chinese life for me.…

O Kunming

I shared a cab from the bus station with an American couple. The guy, whom I’ll call “M-C-K”, because that’s…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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