Hakka Tulou, Amoy Islet
My position was between the family occupying the sink and the young lady in the pink sweater, my back to the one of the bathrooms. This would later prove a poor decision, as it is a high-traffic area on an oversold night train with a growing odor with each passing hour. The Qing Ming Festival,… Read More Hakka Tulou, Amoy Islet
