Where In The World Is Evan?

One of the nicest things about my trip to Xinjiang was the discovery of Qingdao brand whisky, for 5 yuan a bottle. After tasting what turned out to be a quality whisky (far superior to Jonnie Red) we decided that a bargain this cheap couldn’t be missed and bought twelve bottles to take back to Chengdu.

As J and I sat around in our hotel drinking whiskey and coke with the Australian couple we’d met earlier that day J suggested a tried and true British drinking game. Being experienced at the game, however, J mercilessly exploited his advantage to force me to drink a bottle and a half of whisky!

After passing out on my bed, J and Chris decided that obviously I still wanted to go out… the only problem being that I couldn’t walk. Not letting this get in their way they half carried, half dragged my unconscious corpse into a taxi and took me to a bar across town–Weekend at Bernie’s style!

Waking up outside the bar I threw up a few times before heading inside and passing out again. As J slapped and beat me about the head I regained consciousness long enough to throw up a few more times. This time J returned with two cans of Red Bull and after drinking both I was up and about with a pint of beer. After scoring some local hash (my stash from Hong Kong having been stolen by hotel staff in Kashgar) we headed back to the hotel to smoke.

As I climbed into bed at 4:15 am I thought dimly of how J had to leave for the airport in less than two hours but the thought soon passed. I have only the vaguest recollection of shaking J’s hand as he departed–my eyelids glued shut.