Two weeks of perpetual motion thus far: Beijing, along the Chang Jiang (‘Yangtze’) for three days, Wuhan, Frankfurt and then all night (unplanned) on trains and stations in the Romanian countryside, Baia Mare in Transylvania, and then more trains to Berlin. A few preliminary images; reflections later.
Heartwarming to see Lenin posters about. There should be more, many more.
I guess you can really do this only in China.
But now it gets a little more interesting:
For this is none other than the bed of the younger Mao and his wife – when they lived in Wuhan. So this is, as I observed when we were ushered in, where it happened.
Couldn’t resist sharing the same space … until I was sternly reprimanded by the staff.
I really must get a sign like this for home.
But then, after 60 hours of travel, most of it on multiple trains, I was in Romania.
I spent some time hanging out with the locals in Transylvania, in the mountains and villages.
From the old woman’s house, we stumbled across the local distillery.
That small mug was full of Palincă, plum brandy. He handed it to me and said ‘drink up’ …
Which is probably why I agreed to wear some local winter gear.
Thankfully, I was not alone in enjoying such delights.