Not all adventures are good adventures
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indigo_rose99Rejected titles for this entry:
* Ice packs from the edge, part two
* OW!!!!
* Don't worry, I called him first
* Not again!
* Back in ice again
It is Saturday, my day for adventuring in Xiamen, China. Things have not turned out quite as I had hoped.
Every Chinese person I mentioned my Sunday flight plans to is shocked that I have such a stupid flight plan. Think of it like... flying from Boston to New York.... and changing planes in Chicago. They all go practically incoherant with the stupidity of it all. I didn't understand until I looked at a map. Seriously. Most stupid route ever. It should be a 45 minute flight. Instead, it is a 5 hour trip with TWO flights and a tight changeover of planes.
Anyway. Today. Because of Sepat (the enormous typhoon? Read some international news!), all public parks are closed. SO my morning hike up a mountain was cancelled.
I went on a walk about town this morning, anyway, which was quite lovely.
Mid-morning, Kan (pronounced "Ken", a student from this past week) called me and told me that he is stuck here until Monday. His flight home has been canceled, and likely mine will be, too. Great. Anyway, he wanted to go out and do things. So, we went shopping. I got a nice start on my Christmas shopping. I was pretty pleased with myself when we stopped for lunch.
And let me mention that Kan has been pretty upset that the weather has been so nice. A little cloudy, a little rain. No big deal. All of the flights are canceled, and yet Sepat has not hit yet. He could be home by now!
Lunch was delicious, very Chinese. We chatted for a long time. After lunch, I started down the concrete stairs to exit the restaurant (this is the point in the story where you hear the doom music). Evidently they were washing the stairs. With soap. And lots of water. There was a sign. In Chinese. I made it about three steps down, then my feet went flying out from under me, I slammed into the stairs and slid the rest of the way to the bottom. If they had been carpet, I would have been a bit bruised, but otherwise fine.
I'm not bleeding. I cannot tell if I have anything broken or not. If my hope counts, then not. My medical insurance probably does not cover any medical events in China. I do have a massive bruise forming on my left hip. I can feel distinctly where I hit a step along my butt (Damn it! Again?!?!) on the way down, though that is not the primary point of impact (thank goodness!). I can walk, though slowly. Sitting down is... not impossible. Just very painful.
T knows. I called him and woke him up.
* Ice packs from the edge, part two
* OW!!!!
* Don't worry, I called him first
* Not again!
* Back in ice again
It is Saturday, my day for adventuring in Xiamen, China. Things have not turned out quite as I had hoped.
Every Chinese person I mentioned my Sunday flight plans to is shocked that I have such a stupid flight plan. Think of it like... flying from Boston to New York.... and changing planes in Chicago. They all go practically incoherant with the stupidity of it all. I didn't understand until I looked at a map. Seriously. Most stupid route ever. It should be a 45 minute flight. Instead, it is a 5 hour trip with TWO flights and a tight changeover of planes.
Anyway. Today. Because of Sepat (the enormous typhoon? Read some international news!), all public parks are closed. SO my morning hike up a mountain was cancelled.
I went on a walk about town this morning, anyway, which was quite lovely.
Mid-morning, Kan (pronounced "Ken", a student from this past week) called me and told me that he is stuck here until Monday. His flight home has been canceled, and likely mine will be, too. Great. Anyway, he wanted to go out and do things. So, we went shopping. I got a nice start on my Christmas shopping. I was pretty pleased with myself when we stopped for lunch.
And let me mention that Kan has been pretty upset that the weather has been so nice. A little cloudy, a little rain. No big deal. All of the flights are canceled, and yet Sepat has not hit yet. He could be home by now!
Lunch was delicious, very Chinese. We chatted for a long time. After lunch, I started down the concrete stairs to exit the restaurant (this is the point in the story where you hear the doom music). Evidently they were washing the stairs. With soap. And lots of water. There was a sign. In Chinese. I made it about three steps down, then my feet went flying out from under me, I slammed into the stairs and slid the rest of the way to the bottom. If they had been carpet, I would have been a bit bruised, but otherwise fine.
I'm not bleeding. I cannot tell if I have anything broken or not. If my hope counts, then not. My medical insurance probably does not cover any medical events in China. I do have a massive bruise forming on my left hip. I can feel distinctly where I hit a step along my butt (Damn it! Again?!?!) on the way down, though that is not the primary point of impact (thank goodness!). I can walk, though slowly. Sitting down is... not impossible. Just very painful.
T knows. I called him and woke him up.
