These boots are made for walking...
October 22nd 2005 What can one say about spending three days on a Chinese train? By the time we reached Beijing, Gerry and I had grown accustomed to the constant guttural hacking, noodle slurping, toilet stench and crying babies accompanying perhaps every train in this vast country. The train was hardly full, and yet it seemed like we were all crawling over each other every time we got out of our tine beds. Beside
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