Well we missed Marcus at the airport, continuing a grand theme of disorganisation, but we bumped into him back at the hostel. Turns out we were waiting at the wrong gate, in ridiculous novelty outfits. Good.
And now we’re about to embark on the 45 hour train chug to Tibet. Things to look forward to: Mountains! Spinks shitting himself! (He’s still ill). Meeting the Australian girls who are supposedly going with us! Watching Spinks sleaze on said Australian girls!
I’m off to close my Chinese bank account – it’s the end of an era.