And to your left...

While none of the family live(d) in Beijing, it turned out that my aunt had a friend who lived up there with her son and a spare room, so one weekend my cousin and I went ahead and bought two tickets on the over-night train to Beijing(a first for her as well!). Being cheap we got ones that meant we had to share a car with other people, we had the top bunks and some old folk had the bottom ones, though all in all it wasn't a bad trip.

That said... roughly two days in Beijing.
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Now with ~100% less "city".

Every Saturday my cousin and I, and on some occasions just me, would take the bus into the city and head over to the Golden Mango. There we'd pay 50 kuai to board a bus with a bunch of other folks and to head out to the countryside for a hash run. These pictures are from those Saturdays.
( Wtf is a hash run and pics under cut )
Next few posts should be up a bit faster, XP

I've determined that the next time I will sleep will be on a plane crossing the Pacific. In that regard, one of what will be many photo posts.

At first I considered putting them in order, but that would be much too logical. Instead, I'm starting with the most depressing stop, Phnom Penh. If you know anything about Cambodian history you might understand where this is going and why, especially after a week in the blissful haze of Ko Samet, it was a rather sobering trip. Even if you are unfamiliar with it, don't worry, I'll provide a brief run down.

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