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Last night, I post-processed the remaining photos from our trans-siberian journey last month.
I have amnesia.
It takes awhile for me to recall the negative parts of the trip -- the poor service at our hotel in Harbin (serves us right for using points to stay at the Holiday Inn), the fender-bender accident on ice in route to the Terracota Warriers (it looked like our car was in a pinball machine on ice) or the night we sadly ate fast-food ramen in defeat of finding something more local.
I only truly remember the good things.
The joy of being free. Seeing a new place. Feeling young.
One of my favorite thinkers, Alain de Botton, wrote a book on the Art of Travel. He said:
“The twenty-four-hour diner, the station waiting room and the motel are sanctuaries for those who have, for noble reasons, failed to find a home in the ordinary world, sanctuaries for those whom Baudelaire might have dignified with the honorific 'poets'.” - Alain de Botton
These photos are my home. Enjoy a few final images from Beijing, Xian and Harbin.
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