Day 41: “Fresh Prince of Huizé…” – Huizé, China

Thankfully the ride in the death car only lasted about 30 minutes. I’ve never been so terrified in a car before or since and at one point I genuinely prepared my body for the crash that seemed inevitable. The maniac skidded his car to a halt at a junction off the highway and we both

Day 40: “The gooch scraper…” – Kunming

The contorted look of determination on the boy’s face, while he scoured away at that man’s crotch, as if he was a squire scraping the rust from a suit of armour’s cod-piece, will haunt my dreams for many years to come.

Day 38: “Cock blocked…” – Jinghong”

“Are you alright?” Michael asked me “Yeah” “Why are you walking like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’ve shit yourself” “Heat rash. Too much heat, sweat and walking. Need to find some baby powder” “That’s nasty” Despite the considerable discomfort of my heat rash, we were