Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this hectic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty blogger man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Six passengers set sail that day
For a twelve day tour,
a twelve day tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny yurt was frost,
If not for the huddling of the fearless crew
Our poor toes would be lost,
our poor toes would be lost.
With good luck and some medicine we survived our trial,
With William
And Olivia too,
The diplomat and his wife,
The billing star
The solicitor and all their gear,
Here in Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Region!
Dang. That last part doesn't flow very well.
Regardless, we know that in our absence the blog has gotten a little old, and we're back to liven things up again! Over the coming posts, we are going to share our experiences traveling to the far west of China, a mostly barren chunk of rock known as Xinjiang Uighur Autonomous Region.
This first photo was taken during a late afternoon stroll through the twisting streets of Kashgar as a stormcloud rolled overhead. From left to right: Cara, YeenYee, Olivia, and Will. Waifang is walking directly in front of Cara but is not particularly visible (she is wee). Michael is out of frame because he was hiding behind the camera.
1 comment:
That was freakin hysterical! :D And it goes to prove that two out of two of my friends who are diplomats are bat$#it crazy.
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