Last night I finally arrived in Taoyuan, Taiwan. But only two days beforehand I was sincerely worried that I wouldn’t make it so smoothly. I guess that’s just how things work in China; nothing is definite, no matter how much you try to make it.

It all started with getting my visa, which will allow me to come back to China after my month-long stint in Taiwan. I was able to get all my papers in order for that, or so I thought, but when I went to my visa appointment I was told that my new school, Xi’an International University (XAIU) was unable to get my Foreign Expert Card on time, so it would be submitted late. This led to my visa maybe being ready by Friday (the day that I leave), well that just leaves one other thing until the last minute.

I still need to be paid by SUST, desposit that money in the bank, submit my grade sheets, make sure everything is moved out of my apartment, move a good portion of my stuff to XAIU, leave a few things in my colleague’s apartment, and finally say good bye to quite a few people before going to the airport. It all sounded easily doable, but when the visa office, and the financial office at SUST decide to delay until Friday afternoon, things start to get a bit stressful.

Fortunately, everything seemed to workout, albeit with a lot of stress involved. There was a constant drizzle falling from the sky as I arrived at the Xianyang airport, a couple hours before my flight. I hoped this wouldn’t delay my flight too much, waiting for your flight for 45 minutes is already boring enough. Well, once again, a stroke of bad luck, my flight to Shanghai was delayed for 6 hours! Instead of leaving at 8:00 PM, we left at nearly 2:00 AM! I was sorta lucky that I had an all night layover in Shanghai, otherwise every other flight would have been messed up. On the plus side, Shanghai Airlines handed out 200 RMB to every passenger on that flight to Shanghai to apologize for the lengthy delay, bringing my flight ticket down to only 480 RMB (~$70)! You’d never seen an American airline company handing out cash like that!

Upon arrival in Shanghai at nearly 4:00 AM, I was welcomed to an empty airport. I looked for the airport hotel I had heard about, a decent and relatively cheap hotel right in the airport, which I would have gladly paid for the night for, if I had arrived at 9:30 PM when I was expected to. But now it was 4:00 AM and I had about 5 hours before I should grab a quick breakfast and be on my way to the gate for my next flight. So I simply asked the hotel for their hourly rate (a very common thing in China), and was told that they could only rent me a room if I paid the full night price of 500 RMB. We argued for a bit, me telling them that the night was nearly over and I wouldn’t pay 100 RMB per hour for a hotel room, them telling me that they “couldn’t” and that hourly room rates didn’t start until 9:00 AM. Often in China, getting what you want just takes a little bit of work by convincing them they can do what you want. Well this couple front desk attendants were particularly obstonant, resulting in a loss. I made them an offer of money, they could have made some money off of me, but instead the refused to budge and I said fine, I can spend a few hours surfing the internet in 24 hour Burger King.

When checking in for my flight from Shanghai > Hong Kong > Taipei, I was told that I would have to be quick because technically my flight tickets were against their rules of at least a 70 minute layover between flights. My layover between Hong Kong to Taipei was 60 minutes. This wouldn’t have been so bad if flights could leave on time, but Shanghai to Hong Kong was delayed by 45 minutes, I was sure I wouldn’t have enough time to make it onto my flight to Taipei. So I consulted with the agents at my gate, they did a little searching and told me that all the flights to Taipei were full so I would have to wait until I arrived in Hong Kong and possibly fly standby. Not a great option considering I’m supposed to be picked up at the airport, but perhaps my only option. Upon arriving in Hong Kong I hurried off the plane, prepared to find a departues board and start sprinting towards my gate. To my surprise I found a young and tiny Asian woman holding a board with Burkle/ShanePaul on it. “That’s me”, I told her. She then told me, we’ve got 15 minutes to get to the other side of the terminal, we’ll have to run. So this ticket agent takes off running in her heeled shoes, I could keep up, but damn if I wasn’t impressed, she was no slouch in her ticket agent outfit. We arrived at the check-in counter just in time for me to check-in to my flight, though they informed me that more than likely the gap was too short for my luggage to get on the plane so I’d have to check with the lost luggage counter in Taipei. Fantastic, that was just icing on the cake.

The flight to Taipei was very nice, and despite being the absolute last peson to check-in for the flight, I still had a good aisle seat rather than the terrible, middle-of-the-row seats. The A330 was actually pretty comfortable and had nice video-on-demand screens, unfortunately the flight was too short to finish the movie I had been watching. Upon arriving in Taipei and getting my 30 day visa I went to look for my luggage. The luggage was coming up from, what was presumably the basement, like a magical geyser spitting out gray and black boxes instead of water. There on the conveyor belt was a wooden board with English words on it,

“MISSED LUGGAGE CONNECTION

BURKLE/SHANEPAUL”

This confirmed that my luggage hadn’t made it on the plane, so I went to have a chat with the luggage service counter. They asked me to fill out a form or two, and they then took down my information. Then they asked “where are you staying?”, to which I replied, “I really don’t know”. A couple phone calls later and they had most of the information they’d need. The friendly luggage agent then asked me to check the carousel one more time for my bag, just to make sure. I strode to the carousel  expecting to see boxes of every shape, size and color, but nothing belonging to me. Lo and behold, the 2nd bag I see, looks an awful lot like mine, a quick weight check and glance over and I know it’s mine. All the fuss for nothing, my bag is right here!

Despite the time-crunch, it seemed that my flight from Hong Kong to Taipei had been successful all the way around.

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