Slow Train to Xi'an
December 22nd 2008 We arrived at the station feeling a little worse for wear after a rough, loud night on the train from Beijing. My nostrils still burning from the foul encounter I'd had in the uncleaned squat toilet onboard, we stepped out onto the streets of Xi'an and into the real China that both Andrew and I had anticipated since landing. It was marvellous.
In the last 28 hours we'd gotten up stupidly early
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