So I am currently on a flight to Guilin, China. How did I get here, you ask. And to that I really don't have a good answer. Up until twelve minutes and 56 seconds ago I thought Guilin was in Thailand (thank you Brandie and Jess). (which I'm glad it's not because that's against SAS rules). It's not though. It is in China. We got off the ship in Hong Kong around 9am. Explored the city for five or six hours and then went to the airport.
Currently our plan is to be in Guilin for a few days, then fly to Beijing and eventually meet the boat in shanghai (sorry...ship). As of today at 3:22pm we had all three flights booked but nothing really else. We'll see when we get off the plane at nine tonight where we end up for the night.
The whole language barrier is getting old too.
It's a pain in the you-know-what because even thought it's technically part of China, Hong Kong has a lot if things separate from China. For example, it has it's own currency, own immigration, etc.
Since Vietnam I've started wearing a ring on my ring finger. It makes everything so much easier. Traveling as an unmarried girl in her twenties is stressful.
"You're greatest fortune is the large number of friends you have." - that was my fortune today.
PS. I went on Facebook today at the Hong Kong airport for half a second. Luke Nayes posted a pic of his second or third grade yearbook. It had a heart around me and a heart around his pic with a line connecting them and the word "LOVE". Oh yeah. I was a hot commodity in elementary school. I think I flushed three engagement rings down the toilet. Stupid boys. I may lock myself in my room for a week when I get back and only watch hulu and stalk people on Facebook. I'm not joking. Seriously. You try being cut off from Facebook, YouTube, and tv for four months. I've already thrown two people overboard in an attempt to let out my pent up energy
Speaking of leaving the ship. It's crazy. We lose one to two to three people in every port. Some come back at other ports, others don't. It's creepy. All have different reasons. Some get kicked off for drugs or not going to class or being too sick. Some parents have died. Others injured. Every time we get back on the ship the crowd is slightly different. Every time you hear about someone leaving you just have to sit in silence for awhile. It's not an obligation. It just naturally happens while you try and wrap your head around their situation. You imagine. You place yourself in their shoes. It's awful. We attempt to discuss it and what we would do if we were in their situation but it always ends with the same conclusion. It's unthinkable.
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