Going to China-Part 1

Okay, so I had to go to Beijing, China. Which should have been quite cool. I mean, who wouldn't want to go to a dry, freezing place filled with sand, destructive and dangerous winds, a pollution index of over 200, and entire buildings covered by layers of grime? Sounds like the perfect holiday place to me.

The problem is that my parents and I ain't the only people to think of taking advantage of such a brilliant place. Lots of other people are also just literally dying to buy tickets to tour China. That's why the only tickets to Beijing in our financial capabilities(under 5k) from the place I used to live in has to be transfered twice. Scary. At least I think its scary to be in unknown places with possible terrorist connections and definete language barriers. But that's just personal preferences. Some people might consider such to be the high point of their holiday. Really. These some people are highly recommended to take a vacation in Utopia.

Anyway, on the way to Tokyo from Detroit(So maybe I spelt it wrong. So sue me), the 747 had to stop in Alaska because somebody's package accidentally got on the plane without the passenger. Apparently it's neccessary to retrieve the package and stop the plane in mid-flight. Gee, a REALLY important package. Either that, or terrorist connections


I'll write more but the online systems charge by the minute