The Journey Continues

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning! It's time to wake up! Or do you want to sleep here forever like that skeleton?"

Zhang Zian was sleeping soundly, wrapped up in his warm blanket, when he was woken up by the sound of a loudspeaker.

Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing?

He sat up in a daze, taking a look at the interior of the tent, not quite awake yet. He only gradually found his bearings after a few seconds.

He hadn't slept well last night. The sand may be soft when one stepped on it, but it was a hard surface when one lay down on it. It was not a flat surface either. After sleeping in a bed for the past few days in the hotels, his poor old back had definitely suffered. He'd woken up stiff, in pain, and miserable. It was easy to adapt from a poor man's life to a rich man's life, but it was hard to go from a rich man's life to a poor one!