Current Mood:
Bored
I realized, that the one thing I don’t ever talk about on a trip is the actual journey from one place to another. Many times, it’s actually quite memorable.
I woke up early this morning after only almost 4 hours of sleep. My plan was to take a taxi about 2 hours before departure time. Unfortunately, {Twin Sister} had some sort of food poisoning so she needed the bathroom (to puke). So it was about 10am when I finally got into a taxi.
I told the taxi driver that my departure time was at 11 am (I lied, it was actually at 11:30 am). This weird dude started talking to one of his mates, and at around 10:20 he stopped at some weird place and told me to transfer to his friend’s taxi. I was starting to freak out, especially because I didn’t know how long they’d get me to the airport and because I didn’t know the normal domestic-flights check-in time.
The second taxi practically zoomed to the airport and luckily, I got there in time.
For the first time in my adult life, they gave me a seat on the front row of the economy class (no, I don’t travel in first class >:-/ ). The last time I sat on the front row, it was when my mum brought me to Thailand…and it was a pleasant flight on Cathay Pacific. But today, I was not in a good mood. The table thing was way too small, and for a second there I thought I was being punished for something. I don’t remember buying a 50% discount ticket. >:-/
An old Chinese lady sat next to me. She was in a cheery mood, so I was nice enough to help her with her seatbelt and when lunch was served I helped her extend the whatchamacallit table thingy. After a few minutes, she spills her tea all over my jeans and right shoe. She didn’t even apologize. She just gave me a “buhaoyisi” kind of smile. I returned a “that’s fine” kind of smile. Later on she offered me her miniature tomatoes helping (which I declined BTW) so I guess she didn’t mean to spill her tea on me. That settled, Shanghai Airways (or Airlines…whatever it is) need to know that kids should be placed on the front row. They love the tricky table, they love the spaciousness, and and best of all, it prevents them from kicking the seat in front of them.
When you travel alone, it also allows you to sit down and look around at other people. I noticed that many people (guys) are travelling with their laptops (and showing it off). Normally, I’d see up to 3 guys with their laptops. But on this trip, it almost seemed as if everyone had one. This made me feel like a shitty, shitty geek. In fact, next to them I wouldn’t even consider myself a geek. I don’t have a laptop, I don’t even want one. But unfortunately I now have to start saving for one because I don’t want to be the only person on earth without one…hmm…or maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
I exited the airport gate, and then I got on the shuttle bus No. 3 (Pudong Airport to Galaxy Hotel 银河宾馆). When the bus got to LongYang Rd., the girl sitting next to me asked me if we were at Xujiahui. I told her we weren’t, and she told me to please let her know when we’re there. I was like “um…uh…” and she thought I said “æÂ©”. When we got to LuPu Bridge, I saw a huge Xujiahui sign so when she asked me if we were at Xujiahui I said “是的” but right before she stood up I sort of gave out this laugh and said “ä¸Âä¸Â丅还没到!”. I then told her the Xujiahui was on the next stop. When she asked me if she’d be able to find the metro station at Xijihui, it hit me that she wasn’t from around here (heheheh) so I asked her if it was her first time to Shanghai. Was I nasty? I finally felt like a Shanghainese. Weird enough, she said it was her first time in this part of the city.
The girl had a Nokia. She was scruffy and pretty much panicky. I really ought to find out how big Shanghai really is. I hear Nokias are cheaper away from the city centre. I pity the girl. Right before she got off at Xujiahui, she was decent enough to turn round and thank me for my help. I gave her my best “you’re-very-welcome-and-have-a-good-day” smile and thought ‘what’s the chance of meeting a fab person like me on your first hour in this bustling metropolis?’