I’ve been sick the last couple of days. I swear this city is trying to kill me, I mean I swim around in the noxious soup of Guangzhou, getting intimate with busses, chickens, and Hunan motorbike taxis, hoik up black shit like every other Guangzhouren, and suffer no ill effects, but within 24 hours of arriving in Melbourne, I’m in hospital, and again this weekend, (erm, no not hospital, just hallucinating I mean) even though it was only a day trip away. Actually, I may be on to something here. Yeah, so I’m feeling remarkably crap; I guess this is what a lobotomy must feel like. And a lobotomy explains what’s coming out of my nose. Proper lack of blogging with no ameliorating excuses will resume shortly.