Off to China

I've gotta leave for Heathrow airport from my brothers place in one hour and yet I'm wasting time on the internet while I drink my coffee.
China is starting out on the back foot with me. In total, over two days I have spent 3 hours and 45 mins in queues in order to get a Chinese visa. When even Londoners are taking photos of the queue, it's clear that's pretty poor form. That said, I'm very confident the place will win me over quick once I get there and start looking around.
I'm very unsure what to expect though. I can't speak or read Chinese so that could be tricky. I'm guessing they don't speak much Spanish either. And what about all the bad things I hear about the place? Can I ask my tour guide his thoughts on their terrible track record on human rights abuses, torture, the Falun Gong etc and get a decent answer? It should be a very interesting place anyway.
Leaving London is sad. I've quite enjoyed my time here and won't see Luke and Theresa until maybe next June at the earliest. My mention in a previous blog entry about Mars Bar Icecreams was taken as a hint to buy more by L & T so between the three of us we've polished off another six-pack of them in the last couple of days. Oh, so good! Might have to start writing letters when I'm back home to get them going again in Australia. Hell, I'm be sitting at home with no job so I've gotta do something with my time!
Alright, now I've really gotta try to cram all of my stuff back into my backpack. This is gonna be tough.