This might look like a negative view on china, but I assure you its not, Tianjin so far has been great, its just different, and sometimes pointing out the differences makes my writing look all negative and stuff, I’ll try to get around this though… but for now take to the above Disclaimer.
So I finally arrived into China, to Tianjin city to be more precise, after surviving a grueling 14 hour flight, which came first in a 2 hour trip from Edmonton, Alberta
This is where the nice male flight attendant gave me, oh about 10 free cookies (because when he came around to deliver food, I, like a young Wilford Brimley deprive of sugar asked ‘Can I have a cookie now, huh, huh?!?)
He also made some strict warnings that anyone smoking *will* be thrown off of the plane, both in English and French to boot, so you know that its official protocol.
Since, this is technically my real first flight, I had no idea how the on screen TV monitor worked, or where do I plug in the provided 100% recyclable (thank god) headphones, apparently the TV only turns on at the 1 hour mark of the flight, and the headphone jack is located outside your chair, which works, but its weird.
So anyway, I started playing around with the on Demand guide that every Air Canada plane can afford, it was pretty slow, and we were warned that pressing too many times on the touch screen will freeze it… oops
After about 10 more minutes, I figured out how to use this damn thing, I started to watch some movie about this guy who played that only white guy in Blade 3 and, that veeeewy old sitcom, 2 guys and a pizza place, Ryan Reynolds is his name, and the movie was Definitely, Maybe
But before you can watch anything, you have to see 5 minutes worth of commercials.. sigh, luckily, thanks to some lazy programmer who didn’t do his job properly, you could skip them ads if you pressed fast forward button.
That was a pretty boring and unfunny movie I got to say, which is a shame since that guy makes me laugh every time I see his face. It’s your typical romance shtick; divorce guy tries to please his daughter, then falls in love with a bunch of women, then I stopped watching, I assume in the end he becomes a crazy alcoholic who gets on with his life.
Oh yeah, the seats were awesome, lots of legroom, and that *is* no small feat for this 6.2 feet guy.
So I arrived into the Vancouver airport, I was apparently nowhere near where I should be, I was in the Local area, and needed to walk 15 minutes from one end of the airport to another just so I could arrive at the international section, but I didn’t fret, since I had a security guard hold my hand tightly throughout the walk.
So this is Vancouver, huh, lots of Asians inside, I was surprised to see lots Japanese people, mostly little girls in tiny sailor skirts, you could also see what’s to come in china… selling lots of useless junk like Dollarama style jewelry, and cheap watches. I’m just being a stupid, those watches must be high quality, and the prices certainly were.
I decided to take a little walk, not much to see outside of the airport, just highways and planes, maybe a park with a praying bum, but nothing really out of the ordinary:
After taking a walk, I noticed that it was 11:45, and my flight departs at 12:30, lots of time, but I didn’t want risk anything, so I went to the inspection counter, and oh my, there were literally a hundred people there, as 11:45 quickly turned into 12:15, I started doing what anyone would do, PANIC.
I wasn’t about to miss my flight, so I tried to giving 10 bucks to some quirky Asian guy, and he looked at me in DAMN fear, and just nodded his head and moved forward, maybe he was late too, ugh, what now, I asked this other dude, and he was like:
"Dude, take your F—ing money back, and join in buddy! I know how it’s like to be late!”
RICK FLAIR SAYS “WOOOOOOOOO!” Saved! F—ing S.A.V.E.D, as soon as I did, I could hear a bunch of Asians behind started saying
“I’m late too, can I also skip?!?”
I don’t know what happened to them, since I was in shock, my heart pounding, my eyes watering, and some guy asks me to take off my belt… WAIT WHAT?!?
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