DAY 63 No showers and a cesspit of a sink meant I was a member of the Great unwashed today. I am 1 day over my 15 day visa in China… a fine loomed. It is 10am, the border is around 200km away and closes at 8pm. The Thumb is aloft for 10 minutes when […]
Trevor sitting comfy.
No showers and a cesspit of a sink meant I was a member of the Great unwashed today.
I am 1 day over my 15 day visa in China... a fine loomed. It is 10am, the border is around 200km away and closes at 8pm. The Thumb is aloft for 10 minutes when a scruffy looking tanker truck beckoned me aboard... champion ! he was going all the way to the border.
Fellow Hitchers ! if you are ever fortunate enough to realise the cargo of the tanker your about to board is battery acid then promptly and politely decline. For the first hour my dear driver 'Trevor' was trucking along at a steady 60kmh . He took some extremely hazardous 'b' routes to avoid the pricey toll gates, at one point he docked into an unassuming shack where a young kid whipped a filthy drape off what looked like a pile of crates revealing a pump connected to a pipe under the ground. This guy was a character... the 'Arkwright' of the Chinese Trucker world. Trevor got lunch in at a roadside canteen... everyone knew his name.
Too many times I have drove past a jaw dropping, beautiful sight unable to capture it on film because of the rattle. This has nudged my increasing Zen like patience levels to a Nirvanic state. The next time it happens I reckon I am gonna disappear.
Sitting in a truck for 12 hours doing 9mph surrounded by paradise in red hot temperatures, getting rattled about to such an extent myself and Trevor sounded like we were talking into a fan strapped to our faces ... I began to wonder,whats going on here! For hours we were driving through the centre of an immense Prairie stretching as far as the eye could see, enormous snow capped mountains cradled our whole scope of vision bar the slight gap where the never ending road lay straight ahead and out of view. Due to the Epic scale of our surroundings playing optical funny buggers, I got a surprise when I noticed the water level in my coke bottle held at a 60 degree angle was level... Eureka! that was the reason for the 9mph, moonshine juice and lack of ground. We were on a steady incline climbing to a peak of 4000 metre's above sea level.
10pm. Trevor bought me dinner again then dropped me off in the middle of nowhere 30km from the border. From the side of the road I watched him single handedly move a massive, strategically placed advertising hoarding to one side, revealing a dust road to which Trevor and his truck then disappeared down.
After the 20th Cricket bounced off my head in the pitch black I was amazed to see a car pull up after its headlights flashed over me for a split second. 2 young immaculately dressed lads in all the Muslim garb were getting preached too by the older driver. They picked me up with no acknowledgement whatsoever...fine by me, until the older guy dropped me off in the border city and asked for a 100yuan.
Around midnight I found a Hotel. I have no way of contacting 4guysinacar and I am now 2 days over my visa.