Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The China Journal - Day 5
I love trains. It's one of the best parts of travelling. The low rumble of steel against steel. The horn blasts echoing along darkened landscapes. The sense of being on a journey and the anticipation of reaching the final destination somewhere ahead in the unknown. But as I push the door marked "ce suo" open, I realize that there are a few setbacks, as the steaming turd that rests calmly in the basin of the squatter succeeds in reminding me.
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After all these blogs, with all the lovely photos, what can one say?
I figured that with a description like that, who needed a photo? Or, really, who would want one?
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