I wake up cold and damp, with the ground having become marsh like during the night.
Travelling in these more remote parts of China, we are once again oddities to the locals in the towns we stop in.
Driving all day, we stop as sunset approaches at an abandoned petrol station. There isn’t really anywhere to put tents, as the ground is all concrete. There are toilets here at least, which is a nice change, although as they are hole in the ground squat toilets which haven’t been cleaned since the petrol station was abandoned, they are not particularly nice to use. Still at least I don’t have to dig a hole around the back of a garage as I had to the other night at the town with a neon lighted bridge.
We knew that there would be tough times on this journey, but this is not being able to even pitch tents unless they are free standing is crossing the line somewhat. Retired scouse headmaster Pete loses his rag, not for the first time, and he points out that the planning for this part of the trip has been poor. This is a reasonable point, but he makes it in an entirely unreasonable manner, so loses a lot of sympathy points. However, I can sense that somewhere along our route there is right now some s**t flying steadily toward a fan.
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