Trail of Ants

Tired of walking, I decided to exercise my lifelong avidity to fly like a bird. I swiftly span upon a silver yuan , donned my colourful cape and followed my outreached fist over classical scenes of paddy fields and rice terraces. Moments later, I became caught in a ferocious crosswind which brought me tumbling back down with a bump. I awoke recumbent in my sleeper berth aboard train K471. “Superman caught in a crosswind” is the most acurate description of an overnight train journey I have offered to date, and on this particular journey - 47hrs and 2000 miles from Beijing to Kunming - the views I was granted from my berth, through a slither of a dirt splattered window will stay with me for the duration of my - somewhat clumsy - flying days. Continue reading ‘Mr Wang and The Curse of the Airag’