This saturday morning I’m jetting off to china for two weeks. Pretty sweet eh? Landing in Shanghai and then catching a train south to a city called nan-ning, where my dear M-dash lives.
Maybe several years ago I would’ve got one of those souvenir t-shirt with the picture of moa on, but I was thinking about it the other morning and I am wondering if the third reich would’ve turned out much different to modern day china if it’d been allowed to carry on and stabilise. Perhaps saying that will mean that I cannot view the sunnybreaks there, BANNED. That’s okay. I am trying to travel lighter this time compared to lugging an orange suitcase right down through indochine.