I just want you all to know that I am still alive and doing okay! I have finally gotten a chance to use the internet in China but I cannot upload pictures because I have no way of getting pictures from my computer onto this computer (I am stupid for not bring a USB). Throughout my almost a month here, I have gone through many adventures, and I will report a few of them to you, else I would seem like a very boring and dead person. BEWARE OF THE BAD LANGUAGE.
I am in China for a summer internship, and it just so happens that the place I am staying is about a 10 minute bike away from the company that I work for. So logically, I ride my bike to work and back everyday! But Chinese roads are f*cking scary. Trying to get across a road is like trying to play Frogger... except with your life? So shit gets real....
The other day, the bike I was using at the time didn't have very good breaks. Obviously a problem. So I was getting ready to cross the road when all of a sudden A FUCKING CAR POPS OUT FROM NOWHERE FROM MY RIGHT SIDE. I just want to say that MY light was green, but clearly that doesn't cut it here. So I break my bike asap BUT MY BREAKS ARE F*CKING BROKEN!!!! I rode into the fucking side of the car as it was still moving at 20mph... and the car didn't even stop to see if I was okay. I burned my finger against the car by the way, but I'm okay. Thanks, f*cking prick.
So now I have PTSD. And I am afraid of cars.
As a Chinese person, I and a huge failure because of my verbal inferiority. I know and speak JUST ENOUGH Chinese to make people think I grew up there, but just NOT ENOUGH to actually understand modern slang or fast speech. At the airport, I was traveling alone for the first time ever and I ran into .... a lot of problems that shouldn't have happened to a first time solo traveler.
I was supposed to have two transfer flights before I got to China. The first stop was at JFK airport in New York. There, I found out that for ENVIRONMENTAL reasons, the plane that I was supposed to take was delayed for 5 hours -- this in turn would cause me to miss my next transfer. NO BIG DEAL. Except the next NEW flight to my final destination wasn't going to be ready until the NEXT MORNING...? So I was assigned to a hotel. In Beijing. All alone. No methods of communication. No big deal.
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at the airport because they didn't even have free Wifi at JFK (thanks for that btw ... JFK... =A= ). Good thing I had my tablet and shit with me or I don't know what I would've done during that time. Also, my friend called me after a few hours so it was nice to have some company from him while waiting. Thanks buddy.
I also found out about the plane accident in San Francisco with AirKorea, so I was scared shitless too...
So my flight was finally boarding, and I had finally got on the plane. We waited for the plane to take flight. And waited.... and waited. THREE FUCKING HOURS LATER the plane finally leaves. FINALLY. And when I finally arrived in Beijing, there were only 2 hours left before checking onto the next flight. I thought it was LOGICAL to just not go to the hotel, and wait at the airport, since they had Wifi there. And that's where I uploaded the picture and contacted my family about the whole situation. YAY SKYPE!
I checked my baggage and went through security and was just sitting at my gate, relaxing and talking to my friends on Skype when suddenly, my aunt from China Skype calls me and tells me that MY FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED.
WAIT A MINUTE.... Here I am, thinking I am finally home free and my flight is fucking cancelled. Great. So I asked one of the help ladies (in Chinese) about what the fuck I was supposed to do now. And she points some random direction, and says some random shit that I barely understood... and I'm just like "...what?"
APPARENTLY, I was supposed to leave the gates. YES. LEAVE. And go through this long-ass line to get my hands on a new ticket. I waited 2 hours in that line and I tried to not flip out at anyone. And they just put me on a flight that made me wait 3 more hours. I had to push a giant cart down like 3 floors to get my ALREADY CHECKED IN baggage and RE-check them. Finally, I get through security. And a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I am enjoying my lunch and talking to my friends on Skype when... I GET ANOTHER SKYPE CALL FROM MY AUNT SAYING THAT MY FLIGHT IS CANCELLED!!!!!! W.H.A.T. .T.H.E. .F.U.C.K.?
So I get up right away, leave the gates, collect my baggage, wait in the fucking line AGAIN to get a new ticket... and what do they tell me after another hour of waiting? There are no more flights to my destination until the next morning. It is only 3PM at the moment. I had been waiting at the airport for 12 hours. Didn't sleep. My laptop was running out of battery, and none of the charging stations were open anymore because everyone's flights were cancelled.
In the end, I called my family, and they asked a friend to buy me a train ticket to my destination instead. I took the train from 7PM to 4AM and finally arrived to my home in China... 36 hours later than the intended arrival time. Let me just take a moment to reflect on my first experience on riding solo on an airplane.....
And those are two of my awesome adventures in China so far! In no way am I trying to offend anyone, or be racist, or insult Chinese people/airplanes/trains. I wrote this for your entertainment. Excuse me for bad grammar/punctuation/writing. I hope you enjoyed reading.
tl;dr: I rode my bike into the side of a moving car. I arrived in China 36 hours after my intended time of arrival due to flight delays and cancellations.