With growing anticipation, excitement and a little apprehension Justine and I touched down in Shanghai, China. It was the seventeenth of June, 2012. The airport seemed nice, although stark and almost advert free. The lines at the immigration were long. It took us almost two hours to get through. Finally we walked out and into China. Let the games begin!
We found our 'person', the girl who was sent to pick us up. She was chirpy and excited to see us. Her English was good enough so that we could understand her. She told us we had a bus to catch and upon seeing our gianormous bags she chuckled. I was a little embarrassed as was Justine. We followed Elaine, our welfare officer, at an unfit pace after two long flights. We walked for ages, then took an elevator that smelled and then we walked some more. I had my computer bag, a huge suitcase and my camera bag. I was fucked. It was boiling hot once we got outside and the locals were staring at us as if we were aliens. Justine made me laugh continuously as she had a look of terror on her face that was hard to hide. Her smile was more like a stretch.
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