It's hard to imagine that we have spent over one month in China. I almost feel like a local but haven't yet made the prerequisits of citizenship by taking-up cancer sticks, spitting flem like a fountain nor pissing in the path of others in the streets. We have spent the last week in Beijing, awaiting for our next tour group to commence (which apprantly is tonight). The remainder of the week has been spent in a close proximity to our "red light" ...

Back in the epicentre of Duck land. Beijing boasts the birth place of duck, dumplings and anything else that moves and can be battered, fried and consumed whilst pinching your nose. From where I last left off, we were caught amongst the surging population in Shanghai, seeking refuge from National Day. A gathering of people swaming like penguins on a cold day (like a washing machine effect). That night we were the hosts of a westerner (west-side aiii) party in our...