China, here I come!

I'm sitting on a really nice, modern Chinese bus awaiting my departure for Nanning. I've tried to read, but the excitement running through me has made concentration an impossible feat. Instead I sit, staring at the drizzling rain, the fury of early morning traffic whizzing by, my thoughts running wild to the infectious beat of Chinese pop, my head inadvertently bobbing to the music. The low grumble of the engine interjects my thoughts with its announcement that the time has arrived. China, here I come!