TaiShan't Be Forgetting This Sacred Mountain
August 3rd 2010 The coach driver was insistent that this was our stop. I was less convinced. For starters it didn’t look like a bus stop. Bus stops normally have rickety shelters and old ladies discussing the price of vegetables. At the very least there should be a disaffected teenager dragging on a fag. This had nothing. In fact, casting a gaze up and down the road it appeared we weren’t in a town at all; ou
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