The bus ride to China was the most interesting I have been on. No there were no breakdowns, no woman next to me vomiting strong stirfry cabbages, no dodgy men trying to peer down my top, no singing or dancing on the isles, no midway bus cleaning on to go on an even dirtier road, not even the time I had to help pushing Mamasita our beloved overland truck from South America out of mud, oh no this was much more profound than that. In the beginning it was a subtle realisation that the badly dubbed TV actually made sense and were really funny, then it was that I can understand the gossip passed around the group of women in front me and then, as if by magic. I suddenly disappeared off the backpacker radar. I became invisible.