I love to travel, but I hate being a tourist. Most especially, I really don’t like being one of 50 or 60 tourists going from one historic site to another in a bus. A gaggle of people, piling off the bus, gawking at whatever it is we’re there to see . . . it’s just…
For the record, let’s give the Chinese their due. A little more than two weeks ago, with all the appropriate pomp and ceremony, a freight train stacked with containers left the city of Yiwu — it’s about 175 miles south of Shanghai — and set out on an inaugural rail journey to Madrid, Spain,…
Here it is, end-of-day-Friday, and I’m leaving on Sunday for the NARP meetings in Washington, so I’m in the last-minute drill for a trip that will keep me away for three weeks. Basically, it’s a question of getting organized. The problem is, I always forget something. Always. Business cards. Power cord for my laptop. Spare…
In hindsight, I didn’t allow enough time for Shanghai. There is just too much to see and, understandably, visitors are taken by the incredible, even breathtaking architecture of the soaring, modern skyscrapers in the Financial District. Given more time, however, I would have liked to seen more of the traditional old parts of the city…