While traveling in China I did little reading and no writing. It takes a lot of energy to travel, especially when you don’t speak, read or write the language and it is very very hot
There were sights to delight and amaze, beauty to revel in , history to wonder at, and experiences to cherish, along with a few times when it was overwhelming, and that not in a good way.
And there is nothing like walking on the Great Wall with a crowd of Chinese tourists, thinking about the history and the lives lost in its building, and the invasions from the north that it was built over time to counter. It looks like the pictures, but being there is something else. Thirty-five degrees-plus temperatures put shade at a premium and I wasn’t the only one using my umbrella to create some.
At the other end of our trip in more ways than one was how they hang out their washing in the lanes that run along the canals of Suzhou. Pagodas, gardens, temples, street scenes, food – there is so much more I would say if this were a travel blog.
Once the further impediment of a knee operation is behind me I have resolved to get moving on the project of publishing, one way or another, my latest novel. And new writing to do. And reading. I’m well into The Brothers Karamazov, with a pile-in-waiting, so my next post will be back on topic.