China

I was particularly excited about visiting Fengdu, China’s ghost city. Although some describe it as tacky and a bit of an amusement park, I think they miss the point about the richness and mythical aspects of Chinese culture. […]

The weather was grim and the limestone cliffs rising up from the river were often shrouded in a grey mist that drained the colour from their slopes, whilst the waters swirled a murky brown. There were sampans on the river… […]

It was a shocker of a night; I was wet and woozy, disoriented to the point of being dumb. All I knew was that a diminutive Chinese man was gesturing that I should follow him down a rather dark and threatening alley… […]