Hohhot, Inner Mongolia.... Here I was... An unending journey from New York to Shanghai, where I spent the day with my contact, a weird old man introduced to me as « Mister Li ». A day of walking around the smoggy avenues and surreal Gardens of Shanghai,...

While savouring an exquisite lunch, consisting of some sort of spicy, crispy green beans, a Beef flavoured noodle soup and some beef chunks to dip in a sweet mixture which I reckoned was some sort of plum sauce, my two partners told me a bit more about...

The “Blue City": Based on my airplane readings, this was what Hohhot meant in Mongolian Language... Yet, entering the city through one of its eastern main avenues, I could only see grey all around, and the sleeping neon tubes hanging loosely on the building's...