So, finally Sachi and I boarded the place we would be for the next 12 hours. After that we would wait 3 hours in Beijing and fly another 3 hours to Osaka. It had been at least 8 years since I got on a plane, so needless to say I was ecstatic. So was she:
We flew Air China. I had to break my boarding pass out of a fortune cookie. Really bad joke. One of our flight attendants was very beautiful, but not terribly friendly (at least, according to my American definition of amiable).
Before flying, a video was played--as Sachi put it--that showed us what to do "when we die." More precisely, it shows us the most appropriate position in which to die. That position being two fingers in your eyes and a thumb up your ass.
The in-flight movie on our flight was "Kung-Fu Cyborg." Not a joke. The 12 hours, went by surprisingly fast and we finally arrived in Beijing International Airport. There was no heating in the airport and the temperature was in the negatives.
Maybe they were just tired, but the people in the airport seemed really rude. I`m not expecting them to roll out the red carpet for the big American, but it was pretty bad. I got to a customs gate and handed them my papers. Instead of handing me the one she did not need, she flicked past the one I handed her and yanked the one she needed without a word. The people who examined and patted me down thoroughly at the x-ray were no more accommodating. Unique circumstances, but I did not have the greatest experience in Beijing.
At the airport Sachi and I shared an 8 dollar coffee served in what we both recognized to be an Ikea cup. I`m not sure how I feel about "Feelings."
After the 3 hour wait, it was a 3 hour flight to Osaka. No problem.
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