We had the bunk beds on the left, and they decided that this was the train carriage to have their homecoming party. My Mandarin was less than elementary. We talked. Two of us sat on the left, and six coal mining workers finished a project in Beijing on the right. They wanted to know about Manchester United. I wanted to know about their lives. They offered us Baijiu (白酒). I hadn't slept for 20 hours at this point. I fell asleep, worried about snoring too loud, and dreamed about mining in Beijing. One of them added me on WeChat and offered to help if we were ever in trouble. I lost his details because my WeChat account was suspended when I returned to Hong Kong.
