I can not believe it... they have found me. They've persecuted me across the globe. They've been relentless- this is my eighth month on the run.
I will make a last desperate attempt to escape them tonight. Seven PM I will turn up at the Beijing train station disguised as a Japanese tourist. I will try to blend in with one of the japanese tour groups that tend to loiter around KFC. If all goes as planned, I will be able to use the group as a cover as I make a dash for the Mongolian border.
I have already invested in a Japanese phrase book, warm clothes and I have undergone the mental preparation that should allow me to survive a cuisine entirely based on mutton (that's mongolian food, not japanese btw). So I go prepared.
Pray for me.
The Dundee Expat
