Like a bandit's horse...

Well well well, here I am in Beijing. It's very hot, and not too very wise to miss the bus stop and have to walk for like 10 blocks with a 20+ kilos backpack... Thus I ended sweating, "like a bandit's horse.

Anyway the "vodka express" was faithfull to its nickname. The only night I did not get pissed was the last one, most probably because the customs and changing wheels process lasted like, forever. Going through a whole continent, on a train, for 6 days, was like.. I mean... you know... in fact I lack the words to describe it easily. Probably the best way to describe it was me waking up with the first light every single morning (and getting to bed pretty late too) in order not to miss a single view, a single stop, a single conversation, anything.

That'd be all for now.. they are closing the shop.

See you all around!