It never felt real to me before I set off. The enormity of what I was about to undertake didn’t fully hit me, I still don’t think it has, and even as I got into the car it just felt like I was going on holiday, or back to university (which I was in a way). Yet 15000km, 25 hours, 2 flights and one £8 pint later there I was at the immigration desk in Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport, hoping that I hadn’t gone wrong on my visa form, that all the numbers matched, that I’d done everything I had to do. I had the same feeling that had hounded me at every step along the way, the feeling that I had done something wrong, I wasn’t supposed to be there, it had all just been
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