22:00
Today I have both feet firmly planted on the inevitable side of 30 and I am sitting in the cafeteria of a youth hostel located on the 10th storey of a building in Shin-Osaka (or New Osaka, as it were) called Koko Plaza, without anything resembling a Plan for the next couple of weeks, just several stacks of Chinese cash (if you know Chinese money, you'll know it only sounds like a whole lot). I am told this is unlike me.
Today I have both feet firmly planted outside my adopted country of residence (finally) and I am breaking my teeth on a hard-as-rock Urumqi pastry while my sun-addled brain floats on the meloncholic Xinjiang strings and gruff voice of 刀郎. I spent too much of the past couple of days flying, and it seems the rest of me has not caught up. I wish I am lying in a warm bed under a skyful of stars.
