I tried not to cry on the drive from the airport to the hotel. What a Dickensian shit hole. Like a Victorian industrial revolution nightmare. 8 million people living in the most disgusting, depressing inhuman hell.
And it has terracotta warriors and they are very cool.
But you couldn’t pay me to go back there. There is a much more exciting site being excavated right now – the actual mausoleum of the Emperor. But I will just read a book about it one day.

I felt the 6.6 earthquake in Gansu while I was having breakfast. I freaked the f&*k out, but no one else blinked an eyelid. I guess it’s like the difference between Auckland and Wellington.

And the food was shit. Although the part where Jack got wasabi stuck in the back of his throat and ran around a restaurant screaming and waving his arms was retrospectively amusing. The staff all stood and looked at him – then brought him a glass of water later while he was sitting at the table crying. Boiling water.