I’m finishing off my last day here at work before leaving for China, setting the Outlook out of office reply so that others get annoyed while I’m having fun.
It was a close run thing, with Bob being American he almost didn’t get a visa. Obviously digging up everything that we’ve got and selling it to the Chinese has placed Australians in an advantaged position when it comes to tourist visas. I was easily able to get a single entry 60 day visa, but Bob was informed by the visa agency in Hong Kong that due to his unfortunate status as an American citizen the longest he would get is 30 days. And he may not even get that. A week or two may be all they allow him.
At this point I started considering all the other options. Which are, basically anywhere on the planet. George will be arriving in France soon to start his dual pilgrimages to Cannes and the Tour de France, so I could hop over there and ride with him. Or maybe South America. Or Japan. Or Korea. Well, not Korea. I can’t eat kimchi every day.
As it turns out, he managed to get two 30 day entries. Still a pain as he’ll have to exit and return in order to complete the trip, assuming that we don’t catch bird flu and end up in a rural hospital asking for a Tamiflu drip.
The bike is all spruced up and ready to go. I just need to pull out the front fork and box it up. A pile of stuff sits on the lounge room floor ready to stuff into my saddlebag and handlebar bag. It’s all a bit anticlimactic in some ways when you’ve toured so many times. There’s nothing to fret over.
Next stop Hong Kong.