I'm riding in an air-conditioned bus, playing with my ipad, on my way to see the oldest wooden structure in China, the Nanchan Temple built in the 8th Centure. My eyes lift up and out towards a scene that could be just as old - a farmer plowing the field. The skies are grey from coal coughed exhausts sending power to factories. I sip chilled water from my plastic bottle.
Blogs I follow