5 October, 2004 I was watching the GPS count down the kilometers. We were riding down a dirt road on the outskirts of Beijing. It was a rough track, full of potholes, but lined with twin columns of trees, like…
5 October, 2004 I was watching the GPS count down the kilometers. We were riding down a dirt road on the outskirts of Beijing. It was a rough track, full of potholes, but lined with twin columns of trees, like…
What’s to Fear? I’ve met few Americans and practically no Europeans who have any big concerns about China. Americans are generally much more concerned about procuring another credit card so they can go buy more stuff than they are about…
3 October 2004 “Fire in the Hole!” I screamed it before I consciously thought about it. To my right, Dennis, who tells horrific, blood curdling tales of blasting deep in the mines of Colorado, reacted as if he’d kissed the…