For those of us who have spent any time in the magical Hole, we know that inactive (and by 'inactive' I mean 'not puking') clouds at a low elevation typically equals inversion, and that the cover will likely dissipate into bluebird heaven. In Chengdu, Sichuan Province China, 'those clouds aren't clouds, that's pollution' - or at least that's the situation according to the local folks. And my god was it thick.
Low in the basin at the eastern edge of the high Plateau, our anticipating minds reached above. Massage encouraged dreamy thoughts of Tibetan highlands, and with direct tickets to the wild western outpost of Kandze in hand, we were already on our way.
White Dragon, my Kiwi brother: we'll see you in Vegas.
-Ryan
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