I was intending to finish an article about the train journey and start writing about Chongqing. I just haven’t had the time. Yesterday was packed with activities and today it’s another rail trip to Xian. I’ve no idea how comfortable the next leg will be so I may not get much writing done today.
Chongqing is a beautiful city. It’s situated on the confluence of two rivers. The Yangtze and another whose name I haven’t established yet. It’s a big tourist destination although I still saw very few people who were not of Asian descent. People refer to it as the San Francisco of China because of the hills, quite apt. Again a great welcome from people and many acts of kindness there was one exception: an angry taxi driver more of that in a future blog. Packing is finished now. The familiar travel butterfly has emerged from its chrysalis. I’m learning to welcome it as I’ve learnt that I can either allow the anxiety to confuse my last-minute packing and arrangements or I can use it to sharpen my wits to make sure that I’m focused, perhaps I’m at last growing up? Perhaps not …