Visions of China: prelude

This trip takes L and I behind the great firewall of China, and then across the alleged land of the free, the USA. Kind of in Nixon’s footsteps, so to speak, especially given the final stop of my itinerary is the World Fantasy Convention in Washington D.C., and I figure if anyone had world fantasies in D.C., ol’ Dickie Milhous fits the bill.

I’ll update more tonight or tomorrow of the adventures the last 3 days have presented, from dodgy taxi drivers to happy hello children to purple washing machines and ballerinas in plastic spheres. But suffice to say L and I are both well, though doing it rough — sure we’re ensconced in a four-star Westin hotel by the banks of the Yangtze, but there is no access to facebook or google. Like I said, doing it hard.