At Datong, our destination, we decide to push onto Beijing as quick as we could. The next train out was 10pm, a seven hour journey and all we could get was another hard seat. It was 2pm so we had eight hours to spare. We spend a few hours in an internet café (in which hotmail couldn’t load again. What was going on?!) and the rest of the time in a “Mr Lee’s Beef Noodle” shop, which featured red and white signs and a stark picture of some old Chinese guy, smiling brightly, wearing a bow tie. And I thought China didn’t want to be like America.
The train wasn’t as bad as the last one but this time there was no chance of an upgrade. After chatting to some of the locals around us, entertaining them by showing some English and Japanese money I had, I tried to sleep but ended up just counting the hours away with my eyes close.
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