the suits are back, white shirts and epilettes. my passport has gone for 'processing' and there's that familiar feeling of anxious anticipation. we've dotted so many i's and crossed all the t's we could find, but there's still that tiny worry that we misinterpretted a form or something & we'll be trapped here.i know we'll be fine, but there's a sense of loss, or being lost that comes with not having my passport firmly in my pocket.
by all accounts, this crossing should be quicker than the russia/mongolia one. even with the additional process of swapping all the wheels on the carriages for the different gauge tracks in china. that should be entertaining. apparently they belt out the viennese waltz through dodgy speakers as you enter chinese territory. over and over again.
marvellous.
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