Kung Fu and Porn

Alex:

It was a freezing start (technically probably quite a long way below freezing), and it took over half an hour to get out of the sleeping bag. Our breath had frozen on the inside of our inner. It was a humid cold, very different to the Pamirs, and in some ways far more bitter. We warmed up quickly, however, with a steep climb in the sunshine, and a gradual descent to a truck stop, where in the wreckage of an old truck we found a roadmap of China (2011 vintage), which will now be guiding us through the rest of the Middle Kingdom. Rummaging around, Nick also found some DVDs:

N: ‘exactly what you would expect, Kung Fu movies and porn’;

Aided by the map, we reconsidered our proposed route through the mountains of northern Sichuan to Chengdu over a bowl of noodles and hunks of steamed bread. With a decent map, it became obvious that we couldn’t do the route and get to Shanghai by early December: with the days drawing in, and the nights turning ferociously cold, we simply couldn’t cover the distance in the proposed timeframe. Instead, we decided to turn off at the next junction, which in any case marks the end of this little Tibet, and cut through to Xi’an. It was still freezing outside, so I turned to André Malraux’s La Voie Royale for a dose of tropical heat (it’s about treasure hunters in Cambodia). This was followed by a long and boring uphill, whose only redeeming feature was meeting a nice Hui shepherd on a motorbike, who taught us the hand signals for prices. We headed over the hill and down to small identikit town, where Nick realised that his sunglasses and wallet were missing, the latter a big deal as it had a sizeable sum in it. Reasoning that he may have dropped it the previous night, he hitched back in a truck to look around, with no luck. Did the wallet fall out of his pocket en route, or did it go missing while we were talking to the children the night before? It’s impossible to say, but we have our suspicions. I whiled away the time in another noodle restaurant, where I eat a late lunch (4pm) and an early dinner (6pm, ahem), and talked (?) to a pair of deaf and mute young men, which was probably better than torturing the locals with my beginner’s Mandarin. Nick returned, and we found ourselves a hotel for the princely sum of £2 each, a warm room to regroup.

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