Second home.
Back in Shanghai! My flight from Paris arrived last night after a string of bad luck: first I near lost a rolled-up poster I was carrying in cabin luggage THREE times, once on the plane when we got off in Beijing to transfer, which drove my father FURIOUS; the flight was running late because the guide who led us to board the Beijing-to-Shanghai flight spoke only Mandarin, so French- and English-speaking passengers kept getting lost; one of our suitcases went missing in Shanghai, and it happened to be the one with my clothes and toilettries and pressies for friends (and Dae's piece of eletronic equipment which she'd lent me) in it, and we waited around for half an hour for it while father went and yelled at the China Air people, putting the fear of God into them to no avail; then when we got stuck in a pile-up the likes of which I had never seen before for 1.5 hours, for which the causes appeared to be sheer stupidity, lack of police intervention, and a series of buses blocking an intersection so that nobody could move in any direction.
Don't worry, Dae. The airport phoned 5 hours later and said that they'd found my suitcase, and they delivered it to our door at 1 am. I didn't post last night because all you would have read would have been: GAJGFSHGF!!!!SHITTTT!
Don't worry, Dae. The airport phoned 5 hours later and said that they'd found my suitcase, and they delivered it to our door at 1 am. I didn't post last night because all you would have read would have been: GAJGFSHGF!!!!SHITTTT!