Don’t Let Me Down – a short story from China.

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After a happy, prolonged period of stabilisation and life-altering romance, I finally bid farewell to Belgium in the summer of 2009. Uninspired by life in grey, uneventful Brussels, my girl and I headed off to China for an unforgettable year of teaching and travelling.

1-bus-from-shanghai-to-qingdao“Well… this hasn’t worked out too bad for us” I said, peering down from my top bunk. “Mm” responded S from her lower bed as we watched the situation unfold. Down at the entrance door people were still swarming inside and I couldn’t help but be amused by their expressions as they realised there wasn’t anywhere for them to actually go. All the beds were occupied, so they had no choice but to sit in the painfully narrow aisle, knees folded up to their chins. The driver spared not an inch of space as he ushered the last passengers inside. He wore a wry smile, a look that suggested the proceeds of these tickets were going straight into his pocket. All part of a day’s work for a bus driver in China I supposed.

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