Beijing: Thronging to see Zedong

THE QUEUE is four wide and stretches endlessly into the distance. We shuffle along at an efficient, if not quick, pace. I’m the only foreigner among the thousands of tourists around me – curious glances are sneaked, the odd stare. We’re waiting to see the embalmed body of China’s most famous son, Mao Zedong, theContinue reading “Beijing: Thronging to see Zedong”

Beirut 2004: The good times roll

AFTER ONLY a few hours in Beirut, I wonder how these wonderfully warm and kind people could ever have fought a bloody civil war so recently. Stepping outside my hotel to take a taxi, or just trying to cross the road, and that question almost answers itself. Whether it’s homicidal or suicidal tendencies, Lebanon’s driversContinue reading “Beirut 2004: The good times roll”