Saturday, February 16, 2013

Travel Weary

As I sit in my new home, a simple dorm room near the center of Beijing, I have a chance to sit back and consider my trip so far.

Let’s begin with the drive to RDU, simultaneously the longest and shortest drive of my life.  This was no fault of its occupants.  We engaged in reassuring chit chat, mostly consisting of me downplaying the all too real difficulty of the trip ahead.  This is a tactic at which I have become quite proficient.  I must admit that I have been riding on the razors edge between mania and madness for the past several days.  The prospect of this huge commitment, however fun and educational it will be, is still daunting.  As such, I have been quite unable to focus on any one thing for more than a few minutes.  I couldn’t even set the dinner table, having to do it in several stages as my mind would race to find something else I should be doing to prepare.  This is entirely unsurprising to me.  I expected a rollercoaster of emotion, and that’s what I got on this drive.  One second I was flying high, the next second I was ready to wrench the wheel and throw the truck into a U-turn.  This would continue for some time.

The first hitch in the plan came and went rather quickly.  Turns out Air China doesn’t allow any bags over 50lbs.  Solution: buy another bag and split it up.  Job done, I said my goodbyes (which was difficult, I can tell you that much), and proceeded to my plane to JFK.

This flight was barely a taste of the flight to Beijing, being only an hour, it was over quickly.  I soon found myself walking through the labyrinth of John F. Kennedy International Airport. My first goal was to make my way from Terminal 5 to Terminal 1.  I never knew that arrows could be so confusing!  I felt like a country bumbkin, even having to stop and ask for directions.  I eventually found my way to the AirTrain platform, where I met three people who were also studying abroad with CET.  Departing the train, we approached the Air China desk and I remarked to one of them, “Yeah, I have a whole bunch of vocab cars to study on the plane.  There in my…Oh no…I have to go!”  I said, jogging back to the Air train that still held my carryon bag.  What followed were the some of the tensest moments of my life, as I paced back forth, throwing myself into any train that came through, regardless of whether it could logically hold my bag.  After a full twenty minutes, and probably 500 calories burned pacing a rut in the floor, I found my bag exactly where I had left it.  This phase of terror was followed by almost an hour of abject boredom as I waited in line for my boarding pass.  During this time, I got a lesson in the Chinese version of personal space, as the man behind me repeatedly rammed me with his luggage cart, ambivalent to my own repeated looks of outrage.  Boarding pass in hand, I cruised through security with enough time to scarf down a turkey and swiss sandwich.

To understand what it’s like to fly for 13 hours on a plane packed with 500 people, you must understand that everything is relative.  The food, for example, probably wouldn’t pass for dog food if it were served on earth bound transportation.  At 38,000ft, however, it was great (One note: meal number one featured your choice of fish or beef with rice.  Meal two?  Why you could have chicken or pork…with rice.  The Chinese are nothing if not consistent).  This brings me to the thought that inevitably occurs to anyone flying for so long; I am in a giant sky tube that is actively defying gravity.  Traveling at 584mph, it’s hard not to consider the ridiculousness of this endeavor, a fact that is reinforced by the real-time data that was fed to the large cabin screen.  Did you know that it’s -68 degree F at 38,000ft?  Not a reassuring thought. 

Having arrived in Beijing, I was faced with the possibility of having to take a taxi to my destination, Beijing Institute of Education.  After competing with nearly 500 people at the baggage claim, I was relieved to find that the shuttle to campus provided by CET was still operating.  Reaching BIE, I was exhausted, but unable to sleep.  Hence, I wrote this.  Not sure what else there is ahead of me, but if the journey here is any indication, it’s going to be interesting.

EJR

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