We are all feeling the "wear & tear" of traveling. We checked out of our hotel at 3pm to head over to the Nanchang Airport. Prior to that, we decided to go to McDonald's for lunch. Well, guess what? I (Grace) got the "Big D." This whole time I managed to avoid getting anything and the minute we decide on a "Western" meal, I get something.
At the Nanchang Airport, we had an adventure too. We arrived early to avoid traffic, it was "Ching Ming" festival, honoring the dead. We rested in a restaurant. Just when my "piping hot" bowl of wonton arrived, Hope had a full on "blow out" that went through several layers of clothing. After rinsing the "blow out" clothes, I sit down to eat my slightly "warm" bowl of wonton. Just before the noodles reach my mouth, Hope vomits on her newly changed clothes and thick jacket. Here we go again. We clean her off. And wrap her in Owen's light jacket. I finally get to my now "very cold" bowl of wontons. I wasn't even hungry anymore.
When it came to boarding we waited by Gate 6, because that's what was on our boarding pass. They decided to change it to another gate that was located downstairs. So, our "vomit-smelling" party of 5 (Exhausted Owen, Big D Grace, Whiny Faith, Throw-up Hope and Still-sick Po Po) pushed our way towards some illusive gate that we weren't sure of yet. Gate 8 had indicated "Guangzhou" so we all lined up there. But Oh No, not in China. Things are never what they seem. Because apparently we were all suppose to be at the next gate, Gate 9 that says "Szenchen." Do you know how hard it is to move with 200 other anxious Chinese people. We were suppose to depart at 8:10, we departed at 8:35pm.
We arrived at "Asia International Hotel" in Guangzhou by 10pm. We were sweating to death. Guangzhou is humid and hot. We had to shed our winter cold Beijing apparel. We noticed a "melting pot" of people everywhere, from Muslims to Indian-Hindus. We're on the 34th floor and it goes up to 45 floors. There's no view, only pollution. This week we get Hope's visa, so she can leave the country. Yesterday, we received her official China passport. Please pring for no more "blow outs" nor "vomit outs." I'm so tired of washing. Owen's gotten a blister from wringing all the clothes.
grace and owen,
ReplyDeleteare those days slowly coming back, the smell, the sights, the joy! We are so overjoyed with your family despite the little mishaps! The pictures from Stanley's blog speaks a thousand words, the precious picture of hope and the joy in your faces. We can't wait to meet her! love, wenna and jerry