

Nanning, China
Three weeks of. . . .
on the first night alone in China I come to realise that I have already passed three weeks in this country that I familiarized somewhat quickly and yet still leaves me stunned so many times.
Three weeks of seeing the most beautiful and amazing mountains, rich of tasty tea and rice cultures (to say it the Chinese way) alongside the highest hills of trash I have ever seen.
Three weeks of glimpsing at Chinese pleasurably caressing their na...