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Travel Blogs from Golmud
On our miles covered it has been hard to do a full 360deg rotation and not see a crane, a semi build 12 story housing development, a new road or new rail tracks being laid.
This is a beautiful country but I do just hope the China can balance their construction and growth with conserving the natural beauty of their country.
The Rivers have no water
Most rivers we have followed have been dried up valleys with ...
... hung over.
Gregg & Josh kindly introduced us to Chinese hotpot - basically a fondu where you order what ever you want, chuck it into a big heated pot in the middle of the table along with various spices and veg and eat from there.
We did also make it out to Kumbum Monastery which was pretty impressive and holds a large importance for the Tibetan Buddhists.
All in all a great time was had in Xining, even if the city isn't the most exciting.
... all in all!
The next day we decided to attempt the monestry AGAIN! But first we needed to organise bus tickets to the next place - this was unsuccessful as was the monestry visit ;-/ we couldn't find the correct bus station and time was getting on that we didnt have time to do the monestry. So we gave in, headed back to the hostel to re check about this bus, and book another night so we could do ...
... I've been using Pat's ipad for reading but it uses a fair bit of power being backlit and quickly runs out of power during 50 hour train trips, whereas the kindle goes on forever. I downloaded a heap of books which I'm reading during the night. No more bulky, heavy books to lug around.
I've put in a request for a kindle (paperwhite?) for my birthday next year but Danielle says that I should get one on her birthday. Does this mean that she will buy me one?
... descent, she is unapologetic about her nation’s role in the armed conflict; far from feigning a diplomatic attitude, she fires arguments at us that ring strangely familiar to those in Oriana Fallaci’s The Rage and the Pride. Despite our opposing opinions, this woman cannot leave us indifferent and I find myself thinking that if, by sixty-six, I am still backpacking around the world with the energy and enthusiasm of our new friend, I will not have wasted my life ...