Day 11, 60km:

I'd negotiated with the boss and secured a lie-in this morning so we had a late start, unfortunately this meant Amy was cycling in the midday sun, overheated and became dangerously grumpy. Amy gets grumpy if too hot, too hungry or too tired. Unfortunately, considering what we are doing there is an exceptionally high risk of all three. We negotiated several dimly lit tunnels roaring with engine noise and lined with dodgy lighting before reaching the next town where it was my turn to try and buy something vaguely edible for lunch. Miraculously, I found some decent bread so bought as much as would fit in our trailers. We tried to find a camp spot in the mountains today but failed because 1. The Chinese people could teach Gods a thing or two about bring omnipotent, 2. The Chinese people have built houses in an unbroken line along every road, 3. The Chinese people have planted crops on every square inch of flat land which doesn't have a building on it. We stayed at a guest house instead for £4, complete with clean sheets and plastic shower shoes which were, as always, too small for my feet which poked out of each end like hot-dogs in tiny buns.