Last Saturday night found me surrounded by women from ages 20-mid-40’s. Mostly from America, mostly old China hands, mostly into Chinese guys (either married to or interested in), mostly African-American. We had come from different places in China, a few even traveling for 5 hours by high speed train to
In Defense of Traveling Alone (Or–A Love Letter to Those I Met)
I woke up at 2am to go to the bathroom which was located down the hall. I stumble out of the dark room, go to the bathroom, and stumble back. At the door I notice something. A note. Addressed to me. Hi Becky, I can take you to the Taroko