I'll be in Shanghai in 18 hours!
This will be my first public travel blog, and the first time I've travelled 'alone'! (Referring to the classic lone-backpack-around-Europe that continues to elude children of Asian parents; if catching an airplane to Shanghai and sort-of visiting the city by myself counts as 'alone' then I'll take it!)
The alarm has been set to 5:30am, so in just over 5 hours, though knowing my sleeping patterns there really should be consecutive alarms set for each following minutes + maybe a marching band and live fireworks. Though in this golden paranoid state of mind of early Friday morning I'm convinced my dad is trying to sabotage my trip. With a plane departure time of 0930, he suggested ariving at 0800, leaving just enough time for me to madly dash through clearance, security and the duty free, break an ankle in panic, miss the plane while being chartered off to the hospital, still clutching my Conversational Chinese and cursing the day I ever asked my dad for a lift to the airport. But more on that later.
The suitcase, weighing in at a hefty 30kgs, is quite literally bursting at the seams. I'm slightly worried about it cracking open and spilling, though I know I have little to worry about as the only valuable items in there are just $30 jeans and copious amounts of Australian milk powder
So it's time to hit the hay, and as I arm myself with generous doses of Arctic Monkeys/Mark Twain (with the full knowledge that I'll probably end up watching reruns on Toddlers & Tiaras for the full 10 hour flight), I say adios Australia, see you on the other side!
- Amy
