China

Torrential rain in the walled city of Xi'anIf there’s one memory we have of Xi’an, it’s RAIN.Four days of it. Non‑stop.The city was drenched, we were drenched, but the pavements…

The Train from Ulaanbaatar to Beijing Within thirty minutes of leaving Ulaanbaatar station, the scenery dissolved into pure nothingness. Not “quiet countryside” nothingness — I mean nothing. No people, no…