Oh im on the train again. It's a 24 hour ride this time. And the interesting thing is, there is some serious s*** going on. Yes I'm referring to the intestinal kind. So I'm pretty much on a liquid diet, except for the odd bowl of noodles here and there. not because I'm saving money or anything, it's just that the heat makes me not hungry. I should stay here for a good 6 months and I should be on my way to losing a good 20 kg. so yesterday I drank about 9 bottles of beverages, 6 water, 3 non. Toward the end at mingsha Shan, I thought it'd be perfect to enjoy a yoghurt drink while I enjoy the sunset. Turns out perfect was pretty ugly. By morning, my stomach was cramping, and intestinal fluids were seeping out of all crevices in my body. Yes I use the word seeping because it was that hard to get those fluids out. The only God-send? I was in a rather pleasant hotel with a nice salle de Bain. So heaving up whatever unfortunate thing I decided to eat yesterday wasn't such a torture and didn't make me want to puke my guts out. Oh the stench of Chinese squat toilets is a smell to behold. I wonder what makes their pee smell so powerfully acrid? It's probably the food being too salty and spicy. Everything I've eaten here so far is wayyy too salty. Maybe it is a hideous conspiracy for population control measures. Everyone will get kidney failure and high blood pressure by the time they hit 40. No kidding. And if there's anything I've learnt about body odor in different countries is that Canadians really don't smell. The odd girl you pass by smells of peaches or a strong musky scent of lavender, while the guys may smell like aftershave. Well, actually no. Caucasian guys smell extremely musky, a mixture of musky and a whiff of bitter at the end. Singaporeans smell salty, but there is a slight bitter scent at the end of a dull saltiness. Hongkong people smell saltier than Singaporeans, but have no other variants in their collective smell. It's just concentrated saltiness, or as salty as you can get without being putrid. China is...so salty, it's putrid almost, like they have alot of acid in their diet, which is probably true. Uganda has no smell to me. The guys just smell bitter when they perspire, but collectively, their diet is very tame and thus do not smell as much as these other countries.

Anyway, so I'm lying here on my middle bunk and trying to relax my raw stomach. It doesn't look like I can stomach anything else today, so I've got 2 bottles of green tea and 2 bottles of water to tide me through the next 24 hours. You ask why I don't drink something hot? Well, I don't quite trust the hygiene of the communal hot flasks at the end of each carriage, at least not with my current gastrointestinal situation. Oh well， I'll live...ciao bao!