In China they do not say,
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We got to sleep late today and had a very relaxing morning to re-pack our bags and prepare for our long journey home. It feels bitter sweet to be leaving. I miss my dog, my bed, and a choice in food but I really could have spent another week in Hong Kong. It was by far my favorite city.
After lunch we drove back to the airport. George pointed out where
At the airport we got our tickets and checked our luggage in. One student was over the weight limit and had to put some of his stuff in a box. I stayed behind with him while the rest of the group went through security. When he and I went to go through we found out that Kitty's flight back to Beijing was in another area and she could not go through with us. I gave her a big hug for the group but we were all heart broke that she could not say, "goodbye" to everyone. Kitty told us that in Mandarin there is not word for goodbye. They say, “zai jian.” The loose translation is, "I hope to see you again soon".
Our flight was on time. I ended up switching with a student who was in the front by herself. Finally some peace and quiet! I made friends with the girl next to me and her mother. They were connecting from Bangladesh and had just had a horrible fifteen hour layover stuck trying to get Visas. Their final destination was LA. They had special Muslim meals and boy am I glad I don't have dietary restrictions like that because whatever they were eating looked nasty! Weird yogurts and pastes and stuff. No thank you.I did not sleep on this plane as much as I tried my hardest. For some reason they sat me in the freezer section of the plane. I was bundled up in my hoodie and blanket and still frozen to the bone. The nice Muslim ladies and I kept ringing our call button to ask the attendants if they could please, for the love of