Tucked within one of my favorite books, The Phantom Tollbooth, is a statement that has resonated with me long after finishing the book:
The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.
The annual summer trek to and from America never looks the same. Though similarities exist, each has its own stories and sights. This time, I decided to capture snapshots along the in between, for it is always an intriguing journey.
No bus trip to Guangzhou is complete until we see at least one truck filled with pigs.
Thanks to traffic, this was the view out of the bus window for at least an hour. Mentally, I challenged myself to recall as many Mother Goose stories as possible.
Standstill traffic allows for leg stretching and gawking.
We know it is time to disembark when the bus stops in the strangest niche of road. This journey, it was in the median of an eight lane highway.
New route for us - fast train from Guangzhou to Hong Kong. It was bliss!
MTR ride to the Happiest Place on Earth.
The view from Bus A21 in transit to the airport.
Bamboo scaffolding, a mesmerizing configuration.
Welcome artwork is the best, as well as the shower I took after snapping this photo.
The return journey began as the sun peeked above the Cascades and tears clouded our sight.
Hello, Japan. Mid-descent, we realized that it had been over a decade since either one of us had touched down in this beautiful country.
Best thirty minutes ever spent in transit - hot shower and an item checked off the bucket list.
Farewell, Narita.
Late night arrival + cheap price = one night in the airport hotel.
Best way to spend time before a late afternoon flight to the mainland.
It has become common practice to put mainland departure gates in the farthermost basement corner. I think there are many valid reasons for this decision.
Returning to a mold-free, clean hutong was such a great treat.
The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.
The annual summer trek to and from America never looks the same. Though similarities exist, each has its own stories and sights. This time, I decided to capture snapshots along the in between, for it is always an intriguing journey.
No bus trip to Guangzhou is complete until we see at least one truck filled with pigs.
Thanks to traffic, this was the view out of the bus window for at least an hour. Mentally, I challenged myself to recall as many Mother Goose stories as possible.
Standstill traffic allows for leg stretching and gawking.
We know it is time to disembark when the bus stops in the strangest niche of road. This journey, it was in the median of an eight lane highway.
New route for us - fast train from Guangzhou to Hong Kong. It was bliss!
MTR ride to the Happiest Place on Earth.
The view from Bus A21 in transit to the airport.
Bamboo scaffolding, a mesmerizing configuration.
Welcome artwork is the best, as well as the shower I took after snapping this photo.
The return journey began as the sun peeked above the Cascades and tears clouded our sight.
Hello, Japan. Mid-descent, we realized that it had been over a decade since either one of us had touched down in this beautiful country.
Best thirty minutes ever spent in transit - hot shower and an item checked off the bucket list.
Farewell, Narita.
Late night arrival + cheap price = one night in the airport hotel.
Best way to spend time before a late afternoon flight to the mainland.
It has become common practice to put mainland departure gates in the farthermost basement corner. I think there are many valid reasons for this decision.
Returning to a mold-free, clean hutong was such a great treat.
