The Final night #rain #puddles the #3-wheeledSuitcase and the shoes that don’t belong to me…. :)

OK so I just told you it was raining… proper heavy rain. I got back to the hostel soaked. Ming Courtyard doesn’t have a swimming pool, it did when I got back!

I had to swim across the newly formed swimming pool in order to get back to my room.

The only thing I could think of was how on earth are my clothes going to dry in time for my morning flight. I dressed my no window or fresh air room with my damp clothes and hoped for the best. Waking up an hour later then planned I panicked then thought I knew that would happen to me which is why I’m waking up 5 hours before my already checked in to flight. I felt around my dark room and found out that my clothes were dry πŸ˜€ YAY!!! Apart from my shoes and socks… ah.

I put my wet shoes and socks into a plastic bag and packed it into my hand luggage, and dropped off my spare bottle of water onto the bed of my Chinese roommate that I never saw apart from in the mornings when she was asleep. And away I went, me, my handbag and suitcase. Down the mud track to the main road. I had discussed this with myself I was going to go to the bus stop to catch the bus to Dongzhimen. Then I got to the end of the road and looked at the pavement it was soaked and had potholes. The road wasn’t busy so I walked along the cycle lane. Tripping over my suitcase and shoelaces.

A minute down the road, taxis stopped and asked where I was going. Failing to say Dongzhimen I opened the map on my phone and pointed, the first taxi laughed, the station is literally 3 minute drive down the road. And drove off the second one said yes, thinking he’ll put it on the meter I got in his cab… he got lost, and the meter wasn’t on. I had to get my map out again and point at the station again, then he was like ‘oOo’ I cried how much is he going to charge me. 30!!!! 30 Yuan!!!! he was having a right laugh. He didn’t even know where the place was!!!! Didn’t give me a hand to get my suitcase out of the car either…. πŸ˜₯

It cost 25 Y to travel straight to the airport, it was fun and fast πŸ™‚

So I got to the airport just before check in opened. I didn’t have scales on me so I compared the weight from when I first set off in February and now and decided it was definitely lighter. It wasn’t lighter, it was 4kgs overweight opps. I changed the bag I was carrying on to something a bit bigger. A cotton bag that I got free from Bond, I stuffed it with my heavy clothes (just winter stuff), it took me nearly an hour to sort though what was heavy and what wasn’t. I returned to the desk, and waited anxiously as the numbers rose. 23.3kgs I celebrated saying the word ‘YES’ and doing a little fist punch. The woman then labelled it heavy… IT’S NOT HEAVY!!!

When I did the online check in I got to chose a seat, I thought so long as it’s a window, I don’t care. The seat the computer gave me was a window πŸ™‚ . That’ll do. Then I got on the plane at the front I thought this is odd, first class goes here. There was my seat (not in first class BTW) at the front of a small cabin, lots of leg room nice comfortable seat, no school groups (there were a fair amount getting on the plane). Ah luxury. O yes my shoes… my god they stunk. Placing them in the front corner of the cabin in their unwrapped plastic bag and hoped no one could smell them.

Food was soooo good. πŸ™‚ Films were not so good I mean what a terrible ending to Hunger Games catching fire!! The last part was so fast that by the time I had any idea what was happening the credits had finished. Then there was Frank British comedy that I literally fell asleep in.

O well the boarder agency guard got told off for being nice. And I got a cider from my parents, and acted like a stroppy teenager whenever they woke me up for diner.


Bye China

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