Make sure to read this post to understand what happens in the following one. The day after our nighttime encounter with the police, we did little. I ran over to the bus station and bought tickets to get us out of town. The town had little to offer, other than the people, and we had …
Make sure you read the previous post about our ride in a Chinese paddy wagon. Otherwise, you may have trouble following this post. After we took a ride in the Chinese paddy wagon, the rest of the night’s events were tedious. The short cop with the uniform took us to the hotel that I had …
This post is both exciting and disturbing, but, to understand it, you will need some background. To understand the authority under which the police apprehended us, read this post on hotels and foreigners. To understand the day before, make sure to have read this post about how we got into this particular hotel. We were …
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Make sure to check out this earlier post explaining why many hotels do not allow foriegners to stay. As I mentioned before, we had been trying to get into the wilds of the Qinlian Mountains that ran along the southern end of the Gansu Corridor, marking the northern-most extent of the Tibetan world. From Google …
China has long had a law allowing foreigners to only stay in hotels approved for foreigners. Yet, despite this law being on the books, I had never been turned away from a Chinese hotel in the two years I lived in this country, from 2006 to 2007 and then from 2009 to 2010, no matter …
While we were sweating our way up Maya Snow Mountain, the clatter of the baahing sheep enveloping us as a herd passed by, I asked our Tibetan friend, “Other than herd animals, are there any wild animals up here?” “Oh, yes. They have bears, wolves and a kind of leopard. In fact, just a few …
City Lights, one of Charlie Chaplin’s most famous films, played on both the screens at the front of the car. Above it the speedometer flirted back and forth with three hundred kilometers per hour, about one hundred and eighty miles per hour. The numbers on the screen crept as high as three hundred and seven …
25 Years Ago, Nothing Happened Here. Move Along. I arrived in Beijing late on the night of June 3rd. The city was somber. I was to meet up with Galen, the photographer, the next day. It was almost midnight when I made it into town. The first hotel I tried rejected me. They could not …
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