We have arrived! Exiting the airport this morning at 5:00 a.m. felt like pure heaven. After almost 24 hours of travel, we finally made it! I hadn't properly prepared myself for the first flight which was a grueling 14 hours, but really, how does one prepare oneself. My legs cramped up, knocking against the seat in front of me, feeling endlessly restless with no place to go. I complain, but Jam so nicely took the center seat, the far worse option. Upon boarding the plan, my nerves and excitement seemed to distract me as did the personal TV's that boasted a vast array of TV shows and movies. 4 hours in, drained of all energy, I succumbed. I wouldn't call it sleep, cat naps more like, interrupted every few minutes.
Enough of me complaining. I'm here, safe and sound. And I already have an amusing tale to tell.
We arrive in Beijing. At this point, I can't seem to get my bearings straight. It feels like 7 a.m., but in Beijing time it's 8 p.m. Whoa. I'm in desperate need of a shower. My hair is shooting in all sorts of directions. I feel like I have a layer of grime on me. I'm most likely making it out to be far worse than it actually was, but hey, you get the picture. I wander into the public bathroom before heading to our final flight. Oh, how could I have forgotten, the toilets in China are merely a hole in the floor, a rather small detail I had chosen to forget after my first trip to China years ago. As I'm pulling down my pants, I hear a gentle splash, I quickly look behind me into the toilet bowl and see my phone. Realizing I had little time to think, and even less time to act, I plunged my arm into the water and rescued my phone. Now lets take a second to remember that my phone is the sole camera I have for this trip. Jam also has his phone, but since out last trip to Costa Rica, I have officially named myself the "memory maker," in other words, its rare for Jam to take photos, and since he has me clicking away, it has become even more rare. So there I am, China toilet bowl water on my hands, my phone soaked but seemingly still alive and working. It's at this point I fully realize what I have just done. Completely grossed out, I douse my hands in the little amount of soap that seems to be left in the dispenser and wash away. I carefully swaddle my phone in a bunch of paper towels. Upon meeting Jam outside of the bathroom, I suddenly for some reason feel like that kid who peed herself on the bus. I hesitate in telling him what I so stupidly did , mainly because I'm completely disgusted with myself, but really, what was I supposed to do? He offers me a slight laugh and cringes.
Before boarding our final flight, I whip out my phone (at this point I have covered it in hand sanitizer) to take a quick snap shot of Jam. Now here's the real kicker, after all of that, the toilet water leaked into the lens, thus creating this blurry effect. Blurry as in I've had far too many drinks and every thing seems a bit fuzzy. Shit.
Thankfully we still have Jam's phone. Don't worry friends, I will be kidnapping it on a regular basis and sharing all of our adventurers with you.
We are jumping on a train today and headed out of the city to the Gulf of Thailand. Stay tuned, I shall write again soon.
oxo
Enough of me complaining. I'm here, safe and sound. And I already have an amusing tale to tell.
We arrive in Beijing. At this point, I can't seem to get my bearings straight. It feels like 7 a.m., but in Beijing time it's 8 p.m. Whoa. I'm in desperate need of a shower. My hair is shooting in all sorts of directions. I feel like I have a layer of grime on me. I'm most likely making it out to be far worse than it actually was, but hey, you get the picture. I wander into the public bathroom before heading to our final flight. Oh, how could I have forgotten, the toilets in China are merely a hole in the floor, a rather small detail I had chosen to forget after my first trip to China years ago. As I'm pulling down my pants, I hear a gentle splash, I quickly look behind me into the toilet bowl and see my phone. Realizing I had little time to think, and even less time to act, I plunged my arm into the water and rescued my phone. Now lets take a second to remember that my phone is the sole camera I have for this trip. Jam also has his phone, but since out last trip to Costa Rica, I have officially named myself the "memory maker," in other words, its rare for Jam to take photos, and since he has me clicking away, it has become even more rare. So there I am, China toilet bowl water on my hands, my phone soaked but seemingly still alive and working. It's at this point I fully realize what I have just done. Completely grossed out, I douse my hands in the little amount of soap that seems to be left in the dispenser and wash away. I carefully swaddle my phone in a bunch of paper towels. Upon meeting Jam outside of the bathroom, I suddenly for some reason feel like that kid who peed herself on the bus. I hesitate in telling him what I so stupidly did , mainly because I'm completely disgusted with myself, but really, what was I supposed to do? He offers me a slight laugh and cringes.
Before boarding our final flight, I whip out my phone (at this point I have covered it in hand sanitizer) to take a quick snap shot of Jam. Now here's the real kicker, after all of that, the toilet water leaked into the lens, thus creating this blurry effect. Blurry as in I've had far too many drinks and every thing seems a bit fuzzy. Shit.
Thankfully we still have Jam's phone. Don't worry friends, I will be kidnapping it on a regular basis and sharing all of our adventurers with you.
We are jumping on a train today and headed out of the city to the Gulf of Thailand. Stay tuned, I shall write again soon.
oxo
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