Sometimes I get lucky. Having effectively spent the last few days sanding my throat and ramping things up to sandblasting it yesterday, I woke up this morning to dispense (put your lunch down) a big load of bloody phlegm. Who knows how much worse it would have been without the trip in the truck yesterday.
Note to Caroline - all better now.
To medicate I slept, moisturised, extensively research New York bars and restaurants, went out for noodles, fixed a puncture, listened to Mogwai so that you'll think I'm cool, watched a selection of films you've already seen and cut off my ear flaps (see below).
Niya occasionally feels like another world, sometimes it looks like stock footage of peacetime Afghanistan at others it's still the Nongfu Spring and Mao branded China of towns further east. Basically everyone rides those motorbikes and wears fantastic hats.
Average Speed: 13.6 KPH
Pot Noodles: 55
Bits and bobs
Things I've forgotten to mention.
1. Hair related matters.
I know I can't grow a beard but nobody likes shaving, it stops at least 3% of face-bound mosquitoes and saves on suncream.
Yet in a cruel twist of fate I can grow nasal hair, and grow it I do. A useful if not perfect sieve against road dirt and sand. It makes the same life saving difference as smoking light cigarettes rather than the real ones - none.
Today I finally removed my ear flaps. I had left them to protect the tops of my ears from the sun, with no more large open stretches left I joyously removed them earlier. You should enjoy this photo though
I'm starting to shed weight now. The waterproof cover/sandstorm blanket was thrown away two days too soon. Warm clothes and spares have gone too. With the increase in hotels for the last leg |I'm going down to one riding kit and washing at nights. I've also gone down to one gas cannister for the stove; those things really over perform. I'm wavering over the inflatable mat that keeps deflating....
3. Chinese guard dogs hate Stevie Wonder
Aftr breaking my first set of sunglasses I had to buy the biggest pair I could find to find my massive Caucasian head. Though I'm free of the badlands of the Qinghai-Xinjiang border dogs still chase me and I think I know why.
To the colour blind canine eye those glasses probably look like the soulless peepers of a devil being. Either that or all Chinese guard dogs hate Stevie Wonder.
Long term fans will remember my excellent guide to the perfect training diet (click here). Today I made a scrambled-egg-naan-pasty in my room in contravention of all health and safety guidance. For your own well being I won't tell you how but here are the pictures.
Serve with three Sinkiang black beers and an episode of Archer. Save olive oil to create on the road garlic naans, that's right it's party time.
This is where I update on my progress. Expect lots of fabricated statistics and dated music references.