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CHINA | Wed, 10 Sep 2014 | By daveonhols | Views [720]
We've passed through fifty four tunnels on the way out of Beijing. Rumour has it that we will psas through over sixty in total before we are out into open country.
The sky is blue, with only a hint of grey-ish smog overhead. ... Read more >
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