A few more journeys to China and surrounding islands, but I simply can not wait for New Years in Jiangyou.

A FaceBook excerpt from my most recent one day trip to Jiangyou...

"The air is thick with the scent of stale Jakartas, reminiscent of a bong hazed dorm room. I instinctively visualize the rail ride journey, elderly woman with wide brimmed hats picking fresh poppies. The purposes of which I'm not to judge.

The locals flow with the current of the Fu Jiang, soft and shallow, wether beaten by the heat or life in general remains to be observed. These are my people though, this is where I feel home.

Simple, honest... unaware of the evils that men do in surrounding lands."