A journalist observes life in the far north.
We almost didn’t get here. While checking our bags, there was some confusion on the ticket agent’s part about whether we needed a Visa to stop in China on our way to Nepal. We asked where to get one and he said tomorrow at the Chinese Embassy. It got straightened out. I just hope no one in China demands a Visa.
The picture is of me at the top of Mount Diablo just outside San Francisco. I like it here and hope to visit again someday. Ramin, seen below with Alec, is a generous and gracious host. He took us out for houevos rancheros on the way to the airport.
They are boarding now, so I’ve got to sign out. I hope to post again from Beijing.