Return to Qiyang and Shifu's Story
July 10th 2010 Admist the pollution and traffic, the crowds and the noise, the urban monstrosities, the construction and the modernity, I had forgotten how beautiful China is. On the train leaving Qiyang, I had just woken up when the whole car became astir, and passengers rushed to the windows to fascinate over the landscape. Gigantic grey rocks, pocked and jagged by time, towered over farmfields, dwarfing the f
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