What a nice welcome and remembrance greeted us in the ANA lounge. Melonpane is a delicious combination of bread surrounded by cookie dough. When we lived in Tokyo, Ariana couldn't wait for the ’Happy Happy” truck to pull in front of the grocery store on Thursday afternoon. A line would form quickly for the fresh, hot out of the truck oven, treats. Packaged melonpane is no match, but surprisingly not horrible.
The first flight was uneventful -lots of food brought by Japanese flight attendants. Ariana wanted to know why they were all women.
After a 3 hour break at the Tokyo airport, we boarded the next flight to Beijing. Nothing looked better than the hotel rep in his blue coat waiting to take our carry-ons and usher us through the customs and entry process. Worth every penny after a total of 18 hours in the air. Tell me why I thought changing planes in Tokyo was a good idea.
The tears I tried to hold back when we reached the entry point surprised me. Foreigners on one side, Chinese nationals on the other. Ariana was home. But not.
NOTE: Being in a Communist country means I could loose connectivity at any time. Apparently, the Chinese are not too fond of Google. So, if I don't post for awhile, don't be concerned.
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