A rather Henning Mankell-esque title, don't you think? But a scaff in Beijing is precisely what I am! This has been a twenty-four-and-a-bit hours of extremes; what a welcome back to China. The good news: I have made it to Beijing, I am in an okayish (room's a bit scruffy around the edges and the bed has possibly the hardest excuse for a 'mattress' ever, but it's clean and there's aircon) hostel, very near Tiananmen Square, and the flight was on time, so on and so on. The bad news: my backpack, my carefully-packed, containing EVERYTHING backpack, is not. Or at least, it may be in China now, but it's not at the hostel, and I'm going to have to phone them tomorrow, cos I'm heading to Xi'an on Thursday. OK, so the backpack saga first,
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