The Peripatetic.

Story adapted from emails written in March 2007.

First class train

Spring Festival 2007: nearly a quarter of the world (i.e. all of China) hit the road home to eat, set off fireworks, eat, be with family, and eat.  It’s Thanksgiving on crack; everyone is traveling to make it for the meals.

I spent the holiday at my Chinese teacher’s village in Hunan province, far far away from my apartment in Xi’an.  To get there, it took:

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