When I had in mind to go few months to Asia, I could not imagine not going to this gigantic country.
I met several persons on my trip who all have different opinions on this country, based on cliches, feelings or true facts.
And when something does not make consensuality, it is often a sufficient reason to make your own impression.
This is how I ended up in China, to visit Yunnan province and then go to Beijing.
I saw and drank tea in old towns of Shaxi and Dali.
I walked around stupa and prayer flags on top of mountains in Shangri-La.
I slept five nights in the magnificent and hidden town of Yubeng, impressed every morning by surrounding impressive mountains.
I got sick in Beijing, walking 20 km in the city when air quality is poor is not a good idea.
But I had time to walk on the Great Wall of China and thought that only a crazy man could build something so steep at some places.
It is in China I jumped the most out of my comfort zone.
Where every day in my body I felt the fatigue of these months of travel.
Where exhausted and grateful, I cried in front of mountains pinked by the sunshine.
Where even by feeling it was almost the end of my Asian adventures, I was welcoming for new ones elsewhere.
Where I took time to think about all the people I came across, all the smiles and shared thoughts, all the different feelings and emotions I had.
Where I finally felt what a great experience it was.