Traveling = the wicked contagious disease

With a post title like that, darn sure it should attract some attention. If not, well; when you fail, pick yourself up and try again. For failure is the mother of success, says some Chinese proverb… yeah. Right.

Anyway.

If you’ve picked up on reading this post, you’d either be curious (the cat) or agitated (the dog). Essentially we place you in these two categories (labels)… it just came out of the grey matter so don’t ask why.

Back to the matter at hand.

Some months back (last September to be precise), we reminisced about our journey to the caves of 九乡 (here) in Yunnan China. And we were engaged in a conversation with a wombat (heheh read more him here). Somewhere in that exchange, we concluded that travel seems to be a disease. An affliction that can apparently be chronic. Ooooh…

Now it used to be a…