Changsha. Tonight's venue must have re-opened in a different location after closing years ago, because I ended up over 3 miles away. After 30 minutes in a mobile phone shop digging through old websites in Chinese, and the fellow telling me I must have gotten bad information, I remembered the title of a recent article about its reopening. Finally, I had detailed directions.
In peak traffic, getting a cab was next to impossible. An older fellow on a scooter pulled over and yelled "no taxi!", and I jumped on the backseat. Spectacular! Wish I had the balls to pull out my video camera on that one, but, no way. I went where he pointed, a restaurant, because at this point, who fucking knew. I went in and 5 girls surrounded me, motioning to eat after I showed them the address. After fearing I had taken yet another wrong turn, I motioned a gesture everyone knows here, the guitar strum. They all got excited and nodded, and one of them led me to the venue, which was close. I was in.
Another killer set from P.K.14, my second group meal with the band, which I really love sitting in on. Hardening, both in mind, and body after lugging around so much gear every day. Endlessly stoked for the trek to the Sichuan province, and my final two days with P.K.14. Goodbye, Hunan province. Some of the nicest people so far. Spectacular. Onward!