Anyway, on to the update.... My return trip from Hong Kong was interesting. I sat next to a 70 year old man whose breath smelled like he licked a horses ass.
He was sitting in the middle seat next to me, so every time the stewardess came by, I would get a blast of dung breath that would make my eyes water. The flight was around noon so they started serving lunch. In my mind I'm thinking, "Thank God, maybe some food will wash that smell reeking from his pie hole away". The lunch menu consisted of noodles with some foreign substance that I think was edible but I'm not absolutely sure. After scoffing down his meal and a couple of glasses of orange juice, I thought that the problem was solved. Instead, his breath had transformed into something that would make a skunk puke. At this point, I had stopped breathing altogether. It's amazing how long you can hold your breath when you have the proper incentive.Fast forward two hours into the flight and the pilot informs the passengers that we will be landing shortly. At least, that's what I thought he said because it was in Chinese, or maybe he said "Kiss your sorry asses good bye because this is my first time flying." I was truly scared. The plane is going up and down like a roller coaster. Then side to side and we are getting closer to the ground. People began to panic. The old guy next to me is spewing toxic breath all over the place as he rattled off a version of "Holy Shit, I'm going to die!" in Chinese. My life begins to flash before my eyes as we get lower to the ground. My heart is pumping like a jack hammer as the plane comes in sideways to the runway. How we landed safely I don't know. All I can say is that my pants now smelled of the the old guys breath!
All in all things are getting better. Not knowing the language really sucks and it make everyday tasks a major event but, it's getting better. I count the days when I return to home to be with my family. I know living in Shanghai will be tolerable maybe even enjoyable once they are here.
