Alone in the Fog.


When I travel in China, I was always in and out of the fog, the good fog and the bag fog. I waited for three days to finally see the otherworldly Yellow Mountain flirted by the thin clouds. The city of Chongqing also seems to be permanently marinated in a nurturing moist, while Taiyuan provided me the less pleasant dusty haze.
I love fog - especially when I discover others similar to me, who just like to enjoy a moment of inebriation, alone.
I love fog - especially when I discover others similar to me, who just like to enjoy a moment of inebriation, alone.