Self Indulged Online Magazine #4

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s soon as I saw the photograph of it I knew I wanted to go there.

I glimpsed it for the first time in a small gallery placed randomly in a row of stalls at Zhangjiajie national park. There was a photograph on the wall. It was a night shot of what looked to be an old town suspended above the water on stilts, lights reflecting in the river below. I pointed and asked, “Where is this� and soon a map was produced with explanations in broken English. It was Feng Huang, the Phoenix Town. It was only four hours out of Zhangjiajie city by bus and for 65RMB, the hostel could arrange the bus tickets for us. Job done. SELFINDULGED 25