Travelling in China, Jason Lynn started to regret taking the sleeper-bus, on his birthday

I tightened my grip on the handle of the bunk and watched through one terrified eye.

The clock ticked towards midnight; in two minutes it would be my birthday, although it was by no means clear if I would live to see it.

The bus lurched once more into the middle of the road only to dramatically swerve back into our lane as a truck approached on the other side, lights flashing, horn honking, missing our wing mirror by inches.

All around me the rest of the bus slept, oblivious to the terror unfolding around them. The clock ticked on by one minute. 23.59. I was now regretting the decision to spend my birthday aboard a sleeper-bus in China.