Daily photo: Ni hao

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Ni hao. I’m writing this sat in café Blenz, at Baiyun Airport, Guangzhou. (Surprisingly good coffee, if you’re ever in the neighbourhood.)

I’m en route to New Zealand, with a sanity-eroding seven-hour stopover. No Facebook, no Twitter, no social feeds to keep me from boredom, so I’m writing my heart out.

It feels rather odd to have teleported from a cold London autumn (yet I am assured it is very mild in context of years past) to cardigan slaughtering 26°C heat. And the smell. I can’t put my finger on it, but China just has this smell – possibly a meld of hot meat, combined with constantly poured concrete and a fastidious devotion to exotically scented cleaning products – and you just know, I am in China.

These photos are a blast from the past. The year is 2009 and I was in China, staying with my friend Jules in Shanghai before training north to Beijing. The little dude at the top was the guardian of Jules’ apartment building.

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Midnight feasts on the street

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Taikang Lu, Shanghai

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