Beijing Pearl Market

Tourists. Bleh. Having spent hours and hours alone in China, I realized that a voice recorder would be nice to have. It is kind of a tool of the trade for writer-wannabe’s anyway and I have had countless ideas for stories and details slip through the loose fabric of my mind which I could have [...]

Beijing Homecoming

The fluorescent light above my bunk came on without warning and obnoxiously broke me out of a nice dream. I could feel the momentum of the train slowing, which meant that it was time to go to “work”. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and by the looks of the people packing up [...]

They mostly come at night. Mostly.

Around 03:00am, I felt a soft tickle across my lips, then on my cheek. Something was up. Either the Chinese girl sleeping in the top bunk about 4 feet across from me had grown frisky or I had another visitor in the darkness. I instinctively reached up and crushed it as it made its way [...]

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