On the eve of our visit to the Terracotta Army, the ills of shared accommodation reared its ugly head once again. A singular man wrought such despair and destruction upon his fellow traveller that it compromised all notions of right and wrong. He just would not stop snoring. Long, loud and deep he raised hell amongst us deep into the night. One desperate, demonic gasp for breath after another filled the room until it pierced the soul and drove the mind to luna...

On the eve of our visit to the Terracotta Army, the ills of shared accommodation reared its ugly head once again. A singular man wrought such despair and destruction upon his fellow traveller that it compromised all notions of right and wrong. He just would not stop snoring. Long, loud and deep he raised hell amongst us deep into the night. One desperate, demonic gasp for breath after another filled the room until it pierced the soul and drove the mind to luna...

We woke up facing a seventeen hour train journey from Beijing to X'ian. Seventeen hours. On a train. Granted it was an overnight one but still, the prospect was daunting. Not least because it meant we had to find food, edible food, that would sustain us for the journey's duration. As our time in Beijing had made clear, this would be no easy task. Before all that though, we decided to fit in one more of Beijing's recommended sights and made our way to the Summe...