You get what you pay for
Trip Start Jun 20, 2012
82Trip End Aug 05, 2012
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I read through my plane letter and filled with joy as each new word was added to the reasons I love you. The deer on the front and the soft little sticky one sealing the envelope were perfect and gave me strength, both at the first read-through on the plane and again later as I waited in the hotel room of Guangzhou.
The people here laugh openly at us as we pass or sit for breakfast or ask where we are meant to be. They make us wait simply because they can. At customs after we had been issued new tickets, they made us wait an extra two hours as they sat back and laughed at our confusion. The younger gentlemen from the airline explained to us that if we were to push the government officials at all or ask unnecessary questions, they would be inclined to make us wait all night
During this process we had been sharing the waiting hall with an Australian couple who had also missed their flight, but to Amsterdam. Their sitch, as I understood it, was... They had had a fight and he had walked away from her. She went to the toilet and he was gone when she returned. She then sat where they had been waiting together at the boarding gate and she waited for him and their flight. She fell asleep whilst she was waiting. He got on the plane without her, but got off again to search for her just before the plane was ready to take off. He found her sleeping and after being refused reentry onto the plane he went crazy and started screaming abuse at the poor woman
We then shuffled uncertainly through the exit to another transit desk where we were told to follow another non-English speaking local up, by cramped elevator to the third floor of the airport, where we were again led outside and unceremoniously told to get in a hotel shuttle bus. The two people I tried asking information of also didn't speak English so we continued our twenty minute drive with the expectation of death. I did manage to clarify with the follow-me desk monkey that we wouldn't have to pay for the hotel or the transport between. I only managed this after I gave up on polite forms of communication and opted for gesturing money and wild displays of shrugging my shoulders in the form of a question.
The hotel is something else. Lunch was a total joke. I helped the lady who slept through boarding for her flight to Amsterdam; she needed to contact family in Australia and asked for advice on what to do about her partner wanting to return home without her. We headed back to the airport on another suspicious and daunting shuttle bus and after clearing customs again we parked ourselves in front of our boarding gate to make sure we made it out this time around.
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