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... proof that miracles do happen. We made it home alive. That was the miracle. For some reason, Mr Lu, our driver, wanted to get home fast. Never mind the heavy rain, incredibly poor visibility and heavy traffic on the highway. He just kept driving as he normally does, weaving in and out of lanes, following closely behind other vehicles, and using the brakes often, which is fine on a fine day. Not today. Scary, scary stuff, I tell you!
... little ploy to convince us of how great China is and that we would be put under some pressure at this meal. We ate our food which was lovely, it was a little awkward but we all tried our best to be positive and happy, keeping up appearances and all that. After the meal, Kirsty got up to go to the toilet and literally as soon as she was out of ear shot the four Chinese guys started piling on the pressure to me and Ruby – they explained how great our location and school is ...
... centre of Birmingham in rush hour but that is nothing compared to this
– there was cars facing ALL direction because apparently all rules of the road
are abolished on moving in day, people on electric bike with kids on their
backs (who had bags of clothes on their backs) were trying to weave in and out
of the cars, some people who had decided to ditch off their transport in the
middle of a jam tried to walk around the cars and the bikes and me, Ruby ...
... her to her school city and apartment
which is around an hour’s drive away from here, it was sad to see her go
because although she was crazy (in an eccentric kind of way) we had grown quite
fond of her!
We just chilled in my hotel room for an hour or two after saying
our goodbyes, updating blogs, emailing home and drinking coffee and eating chocolate.
We ventured out about 5pm to go and explore a bit more of the city and find
somewhere to eat. ...
... no idea what we were doing so we queued up at the information desk , had natives push in front of us for ten minutes, only to be told that we just needed to go straight to check in at desk 16,17,18. Now one of our group (Amrit) was going to a completely different place but that didn’t seem to matter. So we queued and everyone (apart from me) had to pay excess baggage fees, but we caught on quick that they had tampered with the scales because all of us know for a ...