Rocky Arrival

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In Xi-an, I want to collapse into a bed and don't care if it belongs to the colleague Emma arranged for us to stay with. I call and she invites us straight away, only one bus away. Ethan's asking questions. I'm crying and push the phone at him. Sick of managing everything.

Ethan makes the best of the ride and answers the questions of curious Chinese women.

I've calmed down when we arrive. We're lost so we wait, buying hot pancake dumpling snacks with boiling soy milk that spills everywhere.

Autumn, wearing a fashionable black coat and smile, finds us.

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