Parting of old friends. We’d been together since I’d crossed into China from Kazakhstan. Good few thousand miles. Rough with the smooth. Treasured memories. But time to go our separate ways. For my companion, the G312 National Road, that’d be to Shanghai. Of course, there’d been signs. There usually was. If you looked carefully enough.
Wuhan. About 300 miles to the south east. Along the G316 National Road. The next major stop on my route to Hong Kong. Shanghai was tempting. Around eight hundred miles east. A crossing of Asia concluded within a few weeks. But the former British colony held great appeal. No waivering.
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