All generalizations about China are false--including this one. This book is about how I started out for Australia but ended up on a 3-decade adventure in China. We've witnessed unprecedented changes in China. In some small ways, we've even participated in these changes.
About Author
William N. Brown, the first American to receive Permanent Residence in Fujian Province after Reform and Opening-up. In 1988, he moved with his family to Xiamen where he taught MBA courses for the past 30 years. In 1993, he was awarded “Friendship Award”.
"Tibet or Bust!" That was our daily mantra through the first half of our 40，000 km drive around China back in 1994 - before the days of bullet trains， highways and bullet cars. For six weeks， we'd snaked over endless mountains and slogged through Mongolian mud. We'd survived two bandit sand traps in the Gobi Desert and covered half of the world's highest highway...
I wondered if the crazy trip was even worth it. When I'd written articles about China's changes， some foreigners - and even a few Chinese - had argued， "Only coastal China has changed； no change inland." So I decided to see for myself. We bought a 15-passenger van and added a bed， table and bookshelves for the boys' schooling. I pored over maps and National Geographic articles and mapped out a 40，000 km. drive up the coast to Mongolia， West through the Gobi Desert and Tibet， and back to Xiamen from the South through Yunnan， Guangxi， Hainan Island， and Guangdong.
For six weeks we'd meandered without lundrance around China - apart from the Gobi desert bandits. Police in every province were friendly and helpful. Even soldiers were patient when we didn't see the fallen "Keep Out! sign and pitched our tent on a military base. Half a dozen soldiers descended upon us while we were building a fire for supper， but with typical Chinese courtesy the senior officer said， "We're sorry， but it would be easier for us if you'd camp elsewhere：" He smiled and added， "Could we take photos with your sons? They're so cute."
But after six weeks of one hurdle after another, we were stranded just one day's drive from Tibet. Shannon and Matthew， ofcourse， were not worried. With a certainty that evaporated only when they became teenagers， they knew Dad could do no wrong. Mom was less confident. As Susan Marie squeezed her canvas oxygen bag like a Scotsman with a plugged bagpipe， i wondered if this time I'd bitten off more than my family could chew， even though six years in China had given us good jaw muscles.
The rarefied atmosphere had given me a splitting headache. I pulled off the road before a small military outpost， the permafrost crunching like corn flakes beneath Toy Ota's tires.lignored the gawking soldiers and rested my throbbing head on the steering wheel. How on earth did i end up on the roof of the world， when my childhood goal had been Australia?
