Hunchun, Jilin Province
June 13th, 2009We flew on from Qingdao to Hunchun. I don’t know anyone else who has been there. Although it was hot and sticky in Shanghai when we left, it was rainy and freezing in Hunchun, like winter in the middle of summer.
Li LiYan’s father picked us up in this truck, also reminiscent of Montana:
The ride into Hunchun from the airport took about about two hours, so it was dark by the time we got there. Before we arrived but after the sun set, a man leapt in front of the car on the highway. We narrowly avoided him — it really looked like he was trying to get run over.