ABSTRACT
Lars arrived at the Daling archaeological station in time for breakfast. Everyone greeted him like a long lost friend, but I wondered how he got to the field station. The train arrives in the middle of the night, but there had been no talk about picking him up at the nearest railroad station at Yeibaishou. Maybe he walked from the station, but somehow he looked too fresh to have slept on the train and walked a dusty ten kilometers.
