The Spring City Comes Through
One winter day several years ago, I remember sitting in my San Diego house watching television reports of massive snowstorms blanketing the Midwest and East Coast. The usual images were there: cars skidding across the ice, unlucky souls huddling around ignited garbage bins, and people bundled up in what appeared to be their entire wardrobe. Meanwhile, my roommate and I were getting ready to go to the beach- it was a beautiful, warm day after all.
Kunming isn't quite as nice, but seeing reports of the entire country battling bad weather on their way to buy Spring Festival train tickets, I'm reminded why I live here. Beijing might have history, Shanghai might have excitement, Shenzhen might have opportunity, but Kunming has got the weather, damn it. And that's more than good enough.
