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Woke up on Saturday with a sore throat I assumed was from having the air conditioning running all night (in a futile attempt to keep the temp comfortable enough for me to make up some of the sleep I lost in China). By midday, I noticed my snot was yellow/green and that I probably had a cold. By evening, I had a fever, which is rather bad considering I'm quite certain my thermometer is actually taking temperatures too low (the last time I had a slight fever, it didn't even register, so the fact that it did this time is rather worrying). Then I woke up this morning with diarrhoea.
Oh, China, you just keep on giving and giving.
This is on top of my period and lack of sleep from China. Gah. Supposed to pack today, but feel like shit so yeah...
Speaking of which, this seems the perfect time to chronicle the first day of our China trip. Our flight was overly long and involved a layover in a country I can't remember the name of where we went through Chinese customs with surprisingly little fanfare. We caught the airport shuttle bus in Beijing on the assumption that the hostel's directions were vaguely accurate. (Upon asking for directions in the airport, and telling the guy we were going to a hostel he said, "you're cute" and I have no idea whether I was cute, or the idea of going to a hostel was cute.) They forgot they had foreigners on the bus (so no English) so we just got off at the last stop and stared around worryingly, since there was supposed to be a the main Beijing train station somewhere and there just wasn't, not to mention everyone around us was panicking for some reason. We started walking and soon discovered why they were panicking as what I can only call a squall blew in. The rain was instantly soaking us, and we had to take shelter in a tiny little alleyway with many other people while the wind simply blew the rain right onto us. I spent a lot of time laughing with the Chinese people at the absurdity of it all. This was a perfect example of my bad travel luck too. We eventually decided to brave the rain since we were soaked anyway. Couldn't find the train station and ended up wandering in a giant circle through increasingly flooded streets. At one point, the water was deeper than my ankles and we were wading through it. I don't even want to think about how dirty the water was. A bitch of a woman tried to sell us an overpriced umbrellas too, but we refused even after she thrust them into our hands and made us open them.
Finally, we ran into a friendly Chinese woman who was helping out another set of foreigners. She got them on their way then bundled us in her taxi which was going towards our hostel anyway. We were dropped off opposite the right street, and she refused to take any money from us for her help (which was a first and last in China). At the hostel, we checked in (and were overcharged as far as I can remember), then spent most of the evening attempting to get our clothes and things dry. (You can't see it in this pic, but I'm dripping and soaked to the skin.) Everything from my clothing to passport to money were soaked so it took awhile and their dryer was crap so yeah. Had to stay up later than planned to get the clothes done (Nish got to sleep, sigh) and didn't get much sleep in the first place since I never sleep well at hostels (the slightest noise wakes me up). All in all a rather crappy first day.
Read Day 2
Oh, China, you just keep on giving and giving.
This is on top of my period and lack of sleep from China. Gah. Supposed to pack today, but feel like shit so yeah...
Speaking of which, this seems the perfect time to chronicle the first day of our China trip. Our flight was overly long and involved a layover in a country I can't remember the name of where we went through Chinese customs with surprisingly little fanfare. We caught the airport shuttle bus in Beijing on the assumption that the hostel's directions were vaguely accurate. (Upon asking for directions in the airport, and telling the guy we were going to a hostel he said, "you're cute" and I have no idea whether I was cute, or the idea of going to a hostel was cute.) They forgot they had foreigners on the bus (so no English) so we just got off at the last stop and stared around worryingly, since there was supposed to be a the main Beijing train station somewhere and there just wasn't, not to mention everyone around us was panicking for some reason. We started walking and soon discovered why they were panicking as what I can only call a squall blew in. The rain was instantly soaking us, and we had to take shelter in a tiny little alleyway with many other people while the wind simply blew the rain right onto us. I spent a lot of time laughing with the Chinese people at the absurdity of it all. This was a perfect example of my bad travel luck too. We eventually decided to brave the rain since we were soaked anyway. Couldn't find the train station and ended up wandering in a giant circle through increasingly flooded streets. At one point, the water was deeper than my ankles and we were wading through it. I don't even want to think about how dirty the water was. A bitch of a woman tried to sell us an overpriced umbrellas too, but we refused even after she thrust them into our hands and made us open them.
Finally, we ran into a friendly Chinese woman who was helping out another set of foreigners. She got them on their way then bundled us in her taxi which was going towards our hostel anyway. We were dropped off opposite the right street, and she refused to take any money from us for her help (which was a first and last in China). At the hostel, we checked in (and were overcharged as far as I can remember), then spent most of the evening attempting to get our clothes and things dry. (You can't see it in this pic, but I'm dripping and soaked to the skin.) Everything from my clothing to passport to money were soaked so it took awhile and their dryer was crap so yeah. Had to stay up later than planned to get the clothes done (Nish got to sleep, sigh) and didn't get much sleep in the first place since I never sleep well at hostels (the slightest noise wakes me up). All in all a rather crappy first day.
Read Day 2
