Corner Coffee

After the wrap we celebrated with a cake and a lot of beer until the wee hours of the morning. It was then, during the zenith of my inebriated clarity, that I realised something. “I, too, am tipsy,” I slurred aloud in non-tonal Chinese to the twenty or twenty-five people in the room.

Xi Xia

Our destination, Xi Xia (pronounced ‘she sha’), had been talked up ever since I arrived at site last year. “If Xi Xia was a boy he’d be my boyfriend <3.” – back-side of a note passed to me by student.