This is me after precisely two thousand kilometers:
More hair (1-0-0-0).
And another reason to get down:
This time unfortunately, I wasn’t able to convince anyone to join me on the dancefloor.
Anyway the old guy in the back said I had done a good job.
I’m going to take that as a good omen.
That and the good weather:
There were tents from the Chinese Red Cross scattered next to the road everywhere:
Dunno what for exactly. I could have asked someone I guess, but then I didn’t.
Sometimes it’s nice to just wonder.
…what’s up with the music?
Imaginations – sometimes more interesting than the truth…
Sinbad the Sailor:
a sub run ashore:
a desert caravan:
…well, Pippi Longstocking and her friends of course!
I had a good rest up in the hills somewhere:
Let the sun work on my tan for two hours and then strapped my shoes back on and got back on the road:
There’s a cost to almost everything.
Today’s price for a beautiful suntan:
Walking in the dark.
When I got to Jingning, it was already getting late very very late:
No more dancing for another 972,5km.
I was so tired.