First, I should note that I cannot seem to log onto Blogger in China. I had heard rumors that this site was occasionally blocked, which appear to be true. This message is coming to you through the efforts of my sister, Jennifer Mackey, to whom I emailed this message and who then uploaded this information to my blog. Thanks, Jen!
After a very long 19-hour journey, I have arrived safely in Beijing reminded that travel is an adventure! For those who enjoy facing the unexpected and can accept the occasional discomfort or inconvenience, travel brings rewards of sights and sounds not only never seen before, but perhaps not even imagined. For this, my first trip to Asia, the journey here was long, but even the inconveniences of travel were novel. Just after landing, we were forbidden to leave our seats as health officials boarded the plane wearing gloves, masks, and goggles as part of China’s intensive effort to prevent the spread of the H1N1 virus. The officials aimed a gun-like mechanism at each passenger’s forehead to detect if anyone had an elevated temperature. Fortunately, it seems everyone passed and we were allowed to exit the plane—but we were not quite through yet. Beyond the plane was a body-temperature sensing gate that we had to pass through, which must have been too high when I walked through because I was whisked away to the side in a blocked off area where two women wearing surgical masks handed me another surgical mask and took my temperature by sticking a thermometer in my armpit. At this point I didn’t realize I had set off the heat sensor, but once I had remembered how to say “Weishenme wo?”, which I think is “Why me?” in Chinese, I realized that I would have no clue what their answers meant: “It is random,” “you look sick,” or “this is based on the previous temperature test” are all beyond my Chinese comprehension skills. My temperature must have been within the accepted limits because after checking it one woman indicated that I could leave. While I can’t deny feeling nervous—exhibiting flu-like symptoms can lead to quarantines lasting up to a week, and those sitting in the rows in front of and behind infected passengers receive the same treatment—the undeniable foreignness of the experience made it fascinating!
Coming soon—notes on my first day and a half in Beijing