A series of waterfalls and rapids filled the air with their crashing sound. The spruce trees had looked so thick from below. They now seemed to move a little further apart as we worked our way up the hill. It was as if they extended an invitation to come andContinue Reading
Stretching out below, a deep blue high mountain lake with yurt camps in the foreground. A short distance to the right lay what was almost certainly an excellent view of a moon setting down near rocky peaks in the early morning sky. A bit more of a climb to theContinue Reading
Li Bai is a famous Chinese poet from the 8th Century. When I asked my Taiwanese wife a few questions about him, she launched out in a dramatic recitation. She quoted his “Quiet Night Thoughts” poem. Basically, nearly every Chinese person knows about him. Chinese children study his poems inContinue Reading
My first impression of the Chu was that it looked like a nice little river. Little did I know how powerful it rushes out of the Tian Shan mountains or how pitiful it becomes as it slowly trickles into desert sands. This little river is in fact just over 650Continue Reading
I had not expected to see so much of a neighboring country. I had certainly not realized that our road would snake through a barren yet attractive canyon. It felt like I was being drawn into a gateway portal to the old wild west the deeper we ventured into theContinue Reading