July 4: Perm, Russia. We are now far from China, and I don’t plan to go back, so I can tell the tale of my driver’s license. It was a detail everyone overlooked. One is not permitted to drive in China after the age of 70. I am 76. When we went for our Chinese drivers licenses, way back in Beijing, I could not legally get one. When they handed out the licenses before we left the police station, I hadn’t been given mine. Someone, who shall remain nameless, provided me with this forgery. It has my photo and otherwise looks just like Jan’s. He assured me it would work fine. Jan and I shared the driving across the 3,000 miles of Chinese roads. I didn’t have a chance to really test my license. The only time we had a license check at a toll booth, Jan was driving.
Since most of our food and hotels across China were horrible, I can only imagine what it would be like in a Chinese jail. I’ll never know and I have a great souvenir from China, along with Stewball’s license plate!
From the long and interesting road to Paris,