“Where is dad?” Olivia asked.
“Why is there no air-conditioning in the train?”
“Why can’t I open the train window?”
“Why is there no hot water to drink?”
“Why did the fan stop working?”
“Why is the hot water bottle leaking” Continue reading The Train from Hell
“No more!” Joani yelled in frustration and exhaustion. “I am not taking another step.”
Joani began to argue on the crest of the great sand dunes of Dunhuang.
It was 8pm on July 21st and the golden sun was setting beautifully close to the horizon sending a warm breeze towards us as we struggled mightily to go up the sand dune edge. As we took one slow step after another, our bare feet sank deeply backers down into the sand such that it felt as if we remained in the same spot. We can visibly see the sand flying over the crest, quickly covering over the footprint left by the person in front of us. Continue reading Magical Sand and Heat of the Taklamakan Desert
“Where are you from?” a stranger asked.
“We are from Taiwan,” Olivia answered.
“But you speak English so well.”
“We speak English at home.”
“Why do you speak English at home?”
“Because my mother is born in Canada, my father grew up in the US, and I was born in the US.”
“Then why is your Chinese so good?”
“Because we lived in China for 14 years and my youngest sister was born in Kunming.”
“uhhhh…?” Continue reading Where are you from?
“Why is that old, hairy goat on the road?” Joani asked surprisingly while walking towards the hostel we had booked with a big backpack on the back and a small one on the front.