I took the train from Lhasa back to Beijing. I had a lot of time to kill, 48 hours to be exact so periodically I would take pictures of the changing landscape out the back of the train. The train line is the highest in the world reaching an elevation of 16,000 feet and covers 2,525 miles. Other activities included, sleeping, reading, writing, eating bowls of noodles and making friends with people I could hardly communicate with. The only other foreigners on the train were a redneck guy (he called himself this) and his father from South Carolina. Nice people but a little embarrassing. His most notable comment was "Heng hao and hung well". The first two words were supposed to be 很好, 'hen hao', which means very good in chinese.
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