So to keep track of time (and to save my brain from doing the math calculations between time zones), I decided to leave my wristwatch on California time. That way, I can gauge how far we’d gone and how much more flying we had to do to with minimal math.
Below is an account of my first leg: from SFO to PEK. We left SFO at 2:50 pm and it is roughly a 14 hour flight to Beijing.
2:47 pm – We've closed the plane door and have pulled out of the gate. We are now sitting on the runway. I was in such a haze of excitement getting on the plane I barely checked my surroundings until after I was seated. This plane is entirely full of Asians except for me and two others…
I got to know these two very well over the next 14 hours. For some reason, most likely because
they felt out of their comfort zones being on a plane entirely made up of Asians, they both felt the need to introduce themselves, share their story, and inquire about mine.
The first was a 30 year old guy, in a built body of a 20 year old, with the maturity of a 10 year old. He was wearing a SF Giants cap, cut off t-shirt, backwards sunglasses on his head (just in case it gets too bright while flying), board shorts, flip flops, and…a passport holder around his neck…oy. He is with his Chinese wife meeting his in-laws…for the first time (they have been married three years). He has never flown before and somehow decided this 14 hour flight was an ample opportunity to get his wings. He is two Valiums in and shouting across the plane at me, “Aren’t you scared?!”
The American on my right is also nervous – I quickly learn it is his first international flight, so already I am feeling much better about my ability to fly sitting with these two. He said his girlfriend was teaching English in Laos so he was going over there to live with her for 10 months and his photography could support the both of them. Wow – I thought, photographer and adventurous - “Do you have a brother?!” Then it comes up casually that the two have known each other for less than a month and have dated for about two weeks…yikes.
Mmmm ok so I’m between two American guys on an otherwise entirely Asian plane, one is about to meet the in-laws for the first time (did I mention they don’t speak ANY English?!) and the other is moving across the world for a girl he has known less than three weeks. They both are terrified of flying and as we take off, both have white knuckles from gripping the seats.
I couldn’t feel more confident about my adventures at this point.
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| My gigantic Air China plane! |
3:37 pm: I wave goodbye to San Francisco, windsurfers and all, and take out my three Thai travel books to start dreaming about my possibilities when I step off this airplane...
4:14 pm: I wake up to food.3:38 pm: I’m asleep.
4:37 pm: I get up, walk around the plane and think, OK this is going great. I decide to play that game where you try to see how long you can go without looking at your watch…I think, I can for sure make it till at least 10:00 pm without checking the time. I have tons of travel books and reading material, snacks (like I would go ANYWHERE without them), and I have the experience of traveling longer flights than this one, so this should be a piece of cake. Especially seeing the two basket-cases around me – where at this point, Mr. Board shorts has his headphones on and is attempting to repeat, out loud, horrific pronunciations from his Rosetta Stone CD.
Another walk to the bathroom, lap around the plane…Ok let me just peek at my watch. 5:30 pm. Shit.
More reading, more note taking on how to orient myself and avoid “Culture Shock.” One book down, moving on to book #2…
…I try to sleep but I can’t. I get to the point where I am narrating my own plot to the Chinese action kung-fu movie on TV.
Ok, just one more peek at my watch. 7:27 pm…Screw this, I’m taking a sleeping pill.
Next thing I know, the stewardess is shaking me saying, “Wake up! We are in Beijing!”