Cabin Fever

Rain, rain and I’m stuck in my office writing a book. I like books, I like writing, but I don’t like being stuck!

In times like these, my thoughts inevitably turn to travelling, especially thundering through the deserts and mountains of Xinjiang Province (新疆，San Geung, New Frontier)

I have been to Xinjiang five or six times, but never tire of the vast, open spaces and bus or train trips that can last up to 30 hours. I find them soothing, but train trips are of course best. The card playing, the beer, the excellent food in the restaurant car… it’s a moveable feast if there ever was one.

餐車 (chan che Meal Car) hurtling through the desert

I want to be in something hurtling through something vast again! But I must finish the damned book before the end of July. I will finish it. Then I can get on that train and go into the hinterland. The only problem is that some of the trains（火車，fo che, Fire Car) in China nowadays are so up themselves, they think they are planes （飛機，Fei Gei, Flying Machines):