It's Four in the Morning

And so it is, "It's four in the morning and once more the dawning just woke up the wanting in me".

The fact is that it is four in the morning and I've just said goodbye to Hodge and Pete who jumped in a cab to the airport for a 7am flight. I suspect Kiwi is still in reception trying to blag Lons' room number so that he can wake him up, Lons having made a sensible exit earlier to catch some well needed sleep. Meister fell by the wayside a little later but that's understandable as he's on a mid-day Sunday flight, I might see him for breakfast if I decide not to sleep. Lons and I are on a flight around 11pm Sunday so I'll no doubt catch up with him later. The Kiwi? you may well ask (again), he's heading into China somewhere for a bit of business and a bit of pleasure. I just hope he gets the balance right, and has sorted his visa, his credit cards, his bank account, his wardrobe and his life.

Please be assured that this blog has not closed, it will continue for at least a couple of weeks as we get back to blighty, remember a few things that happened and post some photos (Meister has 843 at the last count). We're looking to finish with some quotes from the tour, including the famous Meisterisms, so watch this space - actually don't keep watching it now, it may be some time.