Badaling Great Wall, China, taken on December 9, 2016
Before this year, I had been to the Great Wall of China twice, in 1995 and 2004 (I don’t remember the latter but my dad insisted that we did go). This current extended China trip had to include my third visit because I wanted to experience the Great Wall at least once as a grown adult, how ever touristy it may be. The path of the Badaling Great Wall was at times rather steep and difficult to climb, but that didn’t stop the many (already very few compared to holidays!) people that were determined to conquer this section. Life sometimes takes you towards unexpected roads that take stamina and perseverance to conquer, and sometimes you’re going to need a rest. Just take a break and when you’re ready, charge on again! The rewards is in sight!
Beijing, China, taken on December 8, 2016
One of the things that I insisted doing in Beijing when I arrived was to see the panoramic view of the Forbidden City from Jingshan Park. I remember having been here many, many (>20) years ago, but I wanted a fresh view of this historic place. And how magnificent it is on a clear day! (See the original photo in colour.)
Guangzhou, China, taken on April 10, 2015
Guangzhou, my hometown, is a city full of rich histories and hidden secrets. The busy commercialized area of the Shangxiajiu pedestrian street, while attracting shoppers and tourists, also hides many a sculptures depicting life in old Guangzhou city, known as “Xiguan”. This particular one of a seemingly rich and elegant lady alighting from a poor man’s rickshaw drew my attention and makes me wonder what a typical day was like back in the days in my hometown. Time to ask my dad for story time…
Ta Prohm, Cambodia, taken on December 23, 2015
How much time did it take for the sacred ancient roots to merge with the temples of the thousand-year-old Ta Prohm? Though all that remains is rubble, the histories of majestic times are carved in stone – untouchable, unforgotten.
Bordeaux, France, taken on January 1, 2014
I didn’t find out about Palais Gallien until about three weeks before I left Bordeaux for good, and I was surprised that such a structure existed in Bordeaux. How many more secrets do you hide, ma belle?