I never thought that this would be the case, but I’m utterly beguiled by China; and I’m nursing an unexpected, irrepressible, and potentially insurmountable desire to come back.
Yeah, so it turns out that the desire was insurmountable. A tuk-tuk picked me up at 06:00 and took me to the bus station, where the crescent moon grinned askance at me, as he melted into the dawn. My fellow passengers and I circled the bus, waiting until the last possible moment to get into what will be our home for the next twenty-four hours (or more). We left at 07:17. I’m psyching myself up, listening to ‘China Girl’ by David Bowie. Let’s see how this goes.
0:55
I’m feeling pretty relaxed and sunny after listening to The Specials. I couldn’t believe my luck when I left the bus station and there was no one sharing my ‘bed’, but I’ve since been joined by a man, probably in his early forties, sporting a nice beige jumper. The road we’re on is bumpy and windy, so I’m squishing myself against the window to try and avoid contact. It doesn’t help that he’s splayed out on his back. This could be uncomfortable.
1:09
Maybe he’s from Beige-ing. Hahahah.
1:15
Also, he snores.
1:30
The spitting has started, but at least people are doing it in plastic bags.
1:44
First pee-stop, by the side of the road. When I got back on the bus the lady in the bed above me asked if I’d like to share with her; I promptly replied in the affirmative. Her name is Li and she’s very small and has a fuscia fluffy cap. This is better.
2:11
The road has turned into a dirt track. Too bumpy to read.
2:43
We’re nearing the top of a mountain. The engine of the bus has been switched off. Li says we’ll be here for an hour.
3:14
We’re off again, crawling round the side of a mountain, with a sheet of cliff on one side and a perilous precipice on the other. We’ve passed a couple of diggers, some men with spades, and a roller. I think they’re making the road.
3:40
My ears are popping as we keep going higher and higher. I thought it would be cold but the sun is hot on my face.
4:31
I hope there’s another toilet stop soon.
5:39
The bus has stopped again – now they’re clearing a tree out of the road. Still no toilet stop. Getting moderately concerned.
5:51
We’re definitely descending now. The bus is silent. I bet everyone is trying not to think about toilets.
5:57
We’ve stopped!
6:24
I’ve duly gorged myself on Pringles, peanuts and Oreos. I’m now back on the bus, which seems to have acquired an extra twenty people. I wonder where they’re going to sit. Minor drama; my tablet seems to have acquired a hairline fracture. It still seems to be working okay, but if it gets worse my journey might feel even longer. Fingers crossed it doesn’t.
8:05
Everyone is sleeping. I like sleeping, but it’s 15:22 in the afternoon. Might make it harder to sleep tonight. Beige-ing’s snores seem to indicate that he’s not worried.
10:07
We’ve just crossed the border. First a man in a dark green camo suit came onboard and looked at everyone’s passports, then we drove about three kilometres to the actual border. There we disembarked and formed two semi-orderly queues to get stamped out of Laos. I was surprised at being asked for 40,000 kip to leave the country, and no sooner had I voiced this than a man offered to pay for me, in a prime example of the generosity that made my last visit to China so special. I politely declined, having found a few more kip in my bumbag, and proceeded to cross. On the Chinese side I was met by another helpful man who showed me how to print my arrival card. We went straight through – the only people at the border were those on our bus. It was probably my most painless crossing to date, facilitated by the fact that we don’t have to change buses, this one goes all the way to Kunming. Li left to get another bus going to Jinghong, so once again I have the liberty of a bed to myself. I changed the last of my kip at the border, making sure I wasn’t getting ripped off too badly by using my XE app (what did the world do without smartphones?!) And after bartering hard, I managed to save about two pounds off the original offer. After a quick toilet stop (my favourite kind – the open trough) we are now back on the bus, speeding through some gorgeous countryside. The sun is glowing yellow as it sets behind fluffy white clouds. The green hills are going dark.
10:41
There’s been a bit of a switch around. More people came on the bus but the conductor moved me to a single berth so I didn’t have to share. That was nice of him.
11:38
It’s dark now. There hasn’t been any indication that we’ll stop for dinner so I guess I’ll have a pingua.
12:43
We did in fact just stop off for dinner. We were shuttled off into a cheap restaurant were we were all served up tin trays of what looked like a school dinner. It tasted okay, though I can confirm that chopsticks are not an efficient way to eat sweetcorn. A young couple started talking to me, and there are a few older men who are looking after me – one of them speaks good English. They made sure I got served, and paid the right amount. We’ve just got back on the bus and the driver has put on Golden Eye. It’s dubbed and subtitled in Mandarin. Maybe I’ll pick up some vocab.
13:36
Some police just came on the bus and lazily cast their eyes over everyone’s passports. Not sure why, but you know, it’s the “Traffic and patrol police brigade of SiXiao expressway traffic safety inspection service station” – I’m sure they’re just doing their very important job, worthy of such a convoluted title. Now they’re flashing torches at people. The lights are already on.
15:22
I’ve been swinging in and out of consciousness for the past few hours. I’m really comfortable now I have my own bed and the roads are so much better. I’m not even listening to music to help me sleep. This really hasn’t been a bad journey so far.
22:03
My alarm just rang because I forgot to switch it off from yesterday. We’ve stopped, I think we’re at a petrol station. It’s ridiculous how well I slept, considering I’ve been laying down literally all day. I guess we’re nearly there. Its pretty chilly but the scummy duvet is warm. Beige-ing’s wife must either sore as loudly as he does, or sleep in a separate house. The man is a machine.
24:07
That last stop wasn’t a petrol station, it was the bus station. I was a bit befuddled, not expecting to arrive for another few hours. It was still dark, and I’d been on a bus for a long time, so I decided to get a taxi rather than take another two buses (and an hour and a half) to get to the hostel. A guy tried to charge me four times the price that I knew it should be, and didn’t have a meter. Luckily I learnt from my experience in Xian. I found a real taxi, with a meter, paid the price the hostel quoted me, and now am sat on a sofa, waiting for check in. I made it! It really wasn’t that bad! I didn’t think laying on my back all day would make me so lazy. I slept so much, didn’t read enough (although the roads made that hard), and didn’t engage in the existential circumspection that I thought I would. But I’m here, I’m back in China, I’m ready for round two. And a shower.