Kenny sent an e-mail, with a link to Donald Trump, saying “China.”
So, we went to see.
Among other things, Kenny’s brother James, our younger son, was getting married in Beijing. Good excuse to travel. Keeping with the rule that one should spend at least a day in a destination for every hour of travel it takes to get there, we planned 13 days.
I don’t think Donald Trump knows China.
After 13 days and a few thousand miles, and perhaps a few hundred supreme dumplings and two Beijing ducks, fugu, and noodles of nearly endless variety, with gallons of stout vinegars you won’t find in a U.S. supermarket, I know I don’t know China.
(I don’t think Trump knows much of anything, a very little in any depth; this is funnier now than it was when Kenny sent the link before the trip.)
Following, not always consecutively, some reports on some of the things we saw. Please stay tuned.