He’d driven from Harbin, through sleet and smog and provinces that bled into one another. Now, Hainan.
In his cab: a rolled-up sleeping mat, a portable stove stained with instant noodle broth, three maps (two useless), a dashboard Buddha nodding at every pothole. His phone buzzed — a WeChat message: “New load: mangoes to Sanya. 24 hours. Welcome to the island.” Truck.Life.Welcome.to.Hainan.rar
On the dashboard, his little Buddha was sweating too. He’d driven from Harbin, through sleet and smog