Pudong Airport, Shanghai, 1:26pm.
The beers are gone, and the flight beckons. Hong Kong, then home to Sydney, then away again to Colo River for drinking, camping, fires, food and fun with friends. Then a few days switched off. Removed from the chaos, taken back from the pace and noise and movements of Shanghai.
Pudong Airport lives on the edge of the city, with the runways plonked into the landscape on the side of the water. Sitting and sipping a beer, you see plane after plane land and take off, with the shimmering heat haze rising above the barges and oil tankers, as they make their way to the world's largest port.
Nothing stops moving. In fact, the entire area is defined by it. I wonder how many more times I'll sit here, still and stationary against the flow of the traffic. Time to board. Here comes the rush of home.