11th Jan 2012
After a restless night’s sleep I was on the flight o Xian. The mountains looked like crumpled paper, the great wall snaking among the folds.
On arrival in Xian, there was a distinct difference in the air. Beijing had been so polluted and the air although cold felt very close. My new Guide’s name was Eric a small happy little fellow, the same age as me. He enjoys dancing around and singing allot! Lol
The hotel is beyond anything I expected, the architecture is just spectacular! Also I have a bath! Once I finish this journal, I’m getting in! O.O