Somehow, the last train ride ended.
We had about an hour and 40 minutes with which we caught a taxi in a circle and get in line for the next.
I’m now reclined on a daytime sleeper. Just before, the train was invaded with uniforms. Those with stern demeanours passed us by; we were thoroughly checked with a smile. He laughed as we pulled random items from our bag, his level of Chinese was about the same as ours.
We had lunch, not inspiring but quite welcome after eating only a banana and 2 Oreos in the last 21 hours.
I’d like to sit and watch those lives speeding past from my window, but I have a bed now. The fan, half a metre from my head, rotates past like a security camera with a cool breath. Each revolution touching me like a hand of sleep, stroking me towards slumber.