The river

April 16, 2009

Two days before departing for China, I decided that cruising the Yangtze was in order. This seems obvious now, but at the time I was also considering a day trip to Beijing, which is a necessary stop for such a brief stay—one must wander the hutongs (the cousins assured that many still existed and weren’t going anywhere), scale the Great Wall, invade the Forbidden City, sample the cuisine, ogle the fashion, and in general soak in the supreme Chineseness of the country.

Then Viet said: “No. Go to the river.”

And so I went to the river.

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