The sun has yet to rise, and I feel the bitter cold under five layers of wool and fleece. I’ve just arrived in Ulan-Ude after being on the …
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Beijing to Ulan-Ude by Train
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. I chant this line from My Fair Lady over and over to the rhythm of the train as we pass swaths …