Today we continued south today through Inner Mongolia. The flat open landscapes are dry and windy, but we catch a break from the headwind by slipstreaming a slow-moving pile of corn for 20km.
Outside the towns there are almost no cars, but a steady stream of standard-issue trucks. Within the towns, the rate of migration from the countryside is clear, with row after row of tower blocks under construction.
On arrival in Wusutu Sumu there's some confusion when trying to check into a hotel, and unbeknown to us, the police are called. We end up with our own police escort to the foreigners' hotel, which adds to our feeling of celebrity. The town is a pretty dirty, polluted place, and our third-floor hotel room offers commanding views of the chemical factories that surround the town.