Thursday 9 July 2009


I'm not in China, but the view is of China, the other side of the Amur river from Blagoveshchenk. That was one reason for going there, the other was to find a hotel and have an early night as I was feeling a bit weary. That was going to plan. I was having a nice doze on the bed when I was woken by a knock at the door. Three members of the local bike club had heard I was in town (I still don't know how) and insisted I went to their clubhouse to drink vodka.

And so it was that I found myself riding a motorised toilet down the promenade at 11 o'clock at night.