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I long for the first glimpse of Tibet. A wall of clouds opens up and reveals an airplane window postcard. The 2-floor climb to the hotel room wears us out. My body begins to realize that something isn’t right. My lungs gasp for air. The head is light, the legs are wobbly. The man machine [...]

We the people of the lowlands have an ancient Flemish tradition of stuffing postal parcels not quite filled to the brim with old newspapers and/or magazines. This is especially the case for parcels containing fragile items. A quite practical, environmental friendly and cheap tradition, if I may say so. So there I am at the [...]

I had almost had it with Chinese cities: a stressy string of endless boulevards loaded with would-be western shopping malls, bombastic banking palaces, smelly food stalls and screaming advertising light seducers. Where is the cosyness, the peace and quiet? I’ve found it this morning. At 7:30 I stroll through Revolutionary Park and behold a choreographically [...]

The one and only mister Yang sits at a table and signs a book. In 1974, while digging a new well, mister Yang dug up a bucket with a head. A stone head. The stone head of a terracotta warrior, so is seemed after thorough archeological investigation. Mister Yang discovered the terracotta army and now [...]

Two 2nd class one-way tickets to Beijing and a 1995 Insight Guide Beijing – I didn’t find anything more recent in the Mongolian bookstores. That’s our preparation for the Chinese adventure. Not a lot really. At the station we find out that the clock has been set back an hour last night. Fortunately not the [...]