~中国 ~
My arrival in China was fine, rather distressing to be sincere. I remember that during the flight, I coudn´t sleep at all due to anxiety. Flying to China had always been one of my innermost dreams since I was a kid and unaware of the grandiosity of the culture, chinese songs and movies have always fascinated me though. As it was certainly my dream-come-true trip, I barely could sleep during the flight. Not sure what the reason for that was. As a matter of fact, I couldn´t spend too much time wondering about what my first steps into the Shanghai airport as well as the waiting for the connection to Macau would be like. The only thing I knew about Macau was that there were signs in portuguese (my mother tongue) everywhere, as it was once (for those who don´t know) colonized by Portugal in the 16th century.
The 3 waiting hours in Shanghai turned into one million years. But just the fact of overhearing somebody using the phone booth and speaking普通话(Mandarin), made me abandon my anxiety and brought me such a feeling of contentment to be given the opportunity to hear it for the very first time, yet unexpectedly. It really did. It took me back to about a decade ago, when I used to listen to my japanese grandparents playing asian instruments or practicing and hanging the characters all over the house to bring prosperity, health or peace. My next move would be then going buy some beverages and snacks 'cause I was starving to death. Actually there were more foreigners than I was expecting to see, even though I had read that Shanghai was one of the most international cities along the country, and I found out it really is. I didn´t do anything in particular there, so let´s skip here.
The second flight was filled with chinese people, most of them apparently locals going to Macau and a few other people from nearby asian countries. I sat beside an old japanese couple and we had the chance to talk for a while. Nothing really happened on that 2-hour-flight, not that I remember and besides, I ended up falling asleep as I couldn´t sleep on the first flight whatsoever. I woke up minutes before the landing, which was being announced.
My arrival in China was fine, rather distressing to be sincere. I remember that during the flight, I coudn´t sleep at all due to anxiety. Flying to China had always been one of my innermost dreams since I was a kid and unaware of the grandiosity of the culture, chinese songs and movies have always fascinated me though. As it was certainly my dream-come-true trip, I barely could sleep during the flight. Not sure what the reason for that was. As a matter of fact, I couldn´t spend too much time wondering about what my first steps into the Shanghai airport as well as the waiting for the connection to Macau would be like. The only thing I knew about Macau was that there were signs in portuguese (my mother tongue) everywhere, as it was once (for those who don´t know) colonized by Portugal in the 16th century.
The 3 waiting hours in Shanghai turned into one million years. But just the fact of overhearing somebody using the phone booth and speaking普通话(Mandarin), made me abandon my anxiety and brought me such a feeling of contentment to be given the opportunity to hear it for the very first time, yet unexpectedly. It really did. It took me back to about a decade ago, when I used to listen to my japanese grandparents playing asian instruments or practicing and hanging the characters all over the house to bring prosperity, health or peace. My next move would be then going buy some beverages and snacks 'cause I was starving to death. Actually there were more foreigners than I was expecting to see, even though I had read that Shanghai was one of the most international cities along the country, and I found out it really is. I didn´t do anything in particular there, so let´s skip here.
The second flight was filled with chinese people, most of them apparently locals going to Macau and a few other people from nearby asian countries. I sat beside an old japanese couple and we had the chance to talk for a while. Nothing really happened on that 2-hour-flight, not that I remember and besides, I ended up falling asleep as I couldn´t sleep on the first flight whatsoever. I woke up minutes before the landing, which was being announced.
After half-day bouncing from one airport to the other, I finally arrived in the so-called "Las Vegas of China" city. It was not as hot as in Shanghai, actually was even a bit too cold and cloudy. The airport is rather small, same for the city itself, although it has a bunch of beautiful sceneries and is worth visiting. Problem was... my camera was not with me. I had forgotten it inside my biggest and heaviest luggage and only God knew where exactly it was. It could be inside one of the packs or maybe around clothes to protect it from cracking. I didn´t have much time to "seize the day" in Macau because I was supposed to go to Zhuhai in order to attempt to get the visa so that I could go to the Mainland later on. Plus, it was already noon and my hostfamily was already waiting for me at the other side of the border. Well, not to say that I didn´t, I did walk around the city and observed it for a little while. Again some japaneses popped up and I helped them find their way to the hotel. I had never seen so many people huddled and it was like this almost every single where. At first that wasn´t a nice impression and indeed made me really nervous. Thought to myself "that´s a nice greeting for a newcomer." Another thing I had noticed was that people didn´t take the effort to line up and make the thing a bit more organized, but did totally the contrary. There was I, standing before a 200-people-line with 2 luggages and my passport. Anyway, the visa procedure went fine and I was able to cross the border and enter the Mainland!
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