Travelling by coach was never my ideal form of transport. Rows upon rows of drab, unspectacular scenery rush past, lulling one to slumber. However, the thrill of the ride was to see the signs (usually prominently displayed on huge billboards) change from "Yangzhou" to "Nanjing". Realization hits that i was on the encroaching outskirts: hills and
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