We were up at 3:30 (after not eating or sleeping well) to catch our flight to China. It's like someone was looking out for us though because there was a STARBUCKS. a real, genuine, STARBUCKS in the airport dammit. Those Filipinos are REAL PROTECTIVE of their starbys though because in order to get there I had to:
- put my bag on a scanner and walk through a metal detector OUTSIDE just to enter the airport
-put my bag on the conveyor and walk through another detector in the security area
AND FINALLY...
-show my boarding pass and passport to an agent at my gate who then passed me to another agent who opened and searched my bag who passed me to one final agent who wanded me
After this lengthy process we were quarantined in a roped off area
But my STARBUCKS was just on the other side. How would I ever get there? Because I WAS getting there dammit. It WAS going to happen.
And so it did.
After I surrendered my passport and boarding pass to the gate agents and was given a "hall pass" I was allowed to cross over to the other side to the land of the properly caffeinated and fabulously fed. It was heavenly.
After our three hour flight to China we boarded a fourteen hour flight bound for the US. It ended up being fifteen hours though, because we sat on the runway for over forty-five minutes waiting for takeoff. Woof. Usually I sleep well on flights but my arms and legs were jumping and my tummy still wasn't feeling quite right so by the time we got off the flight at 1:45pm Monday I sure was glad to be back in the Windy City.
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