The first time a rocket hit me, I threw my hands over my face thinking I should be in pain, but I felt none.
We couldn't figure out where all of the buildings had gone.
Things seem to run to a different schedule in China, they really do.
Ever since I discovered that a sea cucumber was definitely not a vegetable, I pledged to do away with my preconceptions about anything in China even if I thought it was something with which I was already familiar.
I walked with numb feet down the Great Wall, which the cold had left so deserted I hardly recognized it.
Early in the morning, father sent me a message: "Grandma passed away last night. Your mother has decided not to go back."
When I got off the train in Dalian on a recent Friday morning, I went straight to the ticket office for a return ticket.
"Kerfuffle" is a funny Scottish word used to describe a fuss over something that is not very important.
Travel, I have found, is not everyone's cup of tea.
It's 8 on a cold Sunday morning, and I'm standing at the bus stop near my apartment.
I just returned from a two-week tour of Europe. On my teacher's salary, I could never afford to travel there with Western tours so this was my third go at traveling with a Chinese tour.
Sweating and out of breath, my brother returned to our small hotel room in Hohhot, Inner Mongolia autonomous region.