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Outer Mongolia

Mountains

We headed out from Ulan Bator to stay in an old run-down soviet era hotel out in the plain. On the way we had a man in our bus. He said that his grandfather was in the government of the country after the end of the Qing empire in 1912. He . . . → Read More: Outer Mongolia

Ulan Bator

Ulan Bator

Ulan Bator, capital of Mongolia is a spartan place. We arrived on the overnight train from Beijing. Our accommodation was a simple hotel, built, like the whole city in the communist concrete block style of construction, though it seemed well enough built.

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Great Wall Pass

guide

Because of the difficulty in getting visa for Russia, and my unwillingness to go through the strange invite process, I did a tour though the country. Having obtained my Mongolian Visa in Beijing (mostly due to poor organisation on my behalf just before I left on the holiday) I joined the . . . → Read More: Great Wall Pass

1999 outside Beijing University

another shop, another time

I was in a little department store across the road from the 北京 大學. More like a Chinese general store. A man said, you have to make up your mind. But, my mind was already made up. I had made the decision when in 1969. I just said . . . → Read More: 1999 outside Beijing University

Xian the first time

Strangely my drop down list has the title, thinking that it has been used before. But it does not exist in my blog. On my first trip to Xian several quite strange and unusual things happened. At the train station a man came up to me. He was a taxi driver. He wanted me to . . . → Read More: Xian the first time

An American man eating on the streets of Naha.

Where I was staying there was this American man who had traveled down to Naha from the main islands of Japan for some special reason. I did not know what it was.

We headed out for dinner in the evening. As I remember we bought a meal each from a vending . . . → Read More: An American man eating on the streets of Naha.