Mullocker's Travels #5

I reached Shangri-La just at the point where the singer from Led Zep, John Something, sings "My Shangri-La beneath the Summer Moon". To achieve this, we had to wait just outside for twenty-three minutes, because our fingers were too numb from exposure to operate the fast-forward button on the fiddlePod. And by 'we', of course, I mean myself - the Bould Mullocker - and my companions Shaman John (Grand High Priest of the Church of Lepton) and Sherpa John (The Mizo Elvis).

Shangri-La is nice, but the food is a bit shite and you're not allowed chew gum. The day after our arrival, the summer solstice fell, fell hard, taking out the world's last mating pair of tail-backed pterosaurs, and John said: "Hey! Today is the longest day of the year!" John responded: "Let's drink all day!" but they had run out of beer two days earlier, celebrating the opening of the storied Utopia's first drive-thru Burger King. We loaded the gear back into the Corvette and headed North, hoping to reach Astana by morning.