On the Road: From China to Hawaii

July 3rd: Woke up early, enjoyed our last breakfast buffet in China, and headed to the airport. A lengthy customs process ensued. An official waved us through the first gate. We passed through a second gate under the sign that read, “No Goods To Declare,” then arrived at a long line to have our passports checked and stamped. Several women clad head to toe in flowing black silk garments, their expressive eyes the only thing left uncovered by their dark veils, stood close in front of us, chatting nonchalantly with designer bags hanging casually over their shoulders. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of their sneakers and jeans peeping out from beneath long, black silk skirts that swept the ground. Though verging on indecency with my not-so-covert looks, I couldn’t make out the country on their passports. Many Chinese people holding maroon passports, and Koreans touting green ones, waited beside us. As we neared the checking desk, we saw a sign that read, “Please remove all glasses and caps.” We wondered whether they would require the women in front of us to remove their face coverings, but they predictably, and kindly, did not. When my turn arrived, I walked up to the desk and watched the screen display the photograph from my passport. The camera then snapped a photo of me, and the young Chinese official stamped my passport, waving me through.

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On the Road: The Rocky Ride to Guangzhou

July 2nd: We woke up at 6:30am, both of us feeling an overpowering temptation to just fall immediately asleep again– but we had a flight to catch. At about 7:40, ten minutes behind schedule, we went downstairs and checked out of the room.

The night before, I had spoken to the woman at the hotel desk about arranging  a taxi to take us to the airport. “What time do you want to be at the  airport?” she had asked. I replied 8:30. “What time is your flight?” she  inquired. “10:30,” I said, “but we want to make sure to be there very early.” I  asked her how long it took to get to the airport. “Oh, I think… about an  hour,” she replied. “The roads are… very difficult.” I had no idea what she  meant by that cryptic description, but I asked for a driver to pick us up at  7:30, and she confirmed that she would make the call.

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