No jet way for my flight. After landing in China, I was unceremoniously hustled out into the chilly early morning air, experiencing cold for the first time in two and a half months. I was horrified.
I whiled away my 5 hour and 29 minute Shanghai layover by eating a can of Pringles, changing out my SIM card, and taking some shots of the airport's ship-inspired interior. I found an outlet to charge my phone, but there were no chairs anywhere within range. So I sat on the floor.
Then I boarded a big LA- bound wide body and fell into the dreamy twilight stupor created by flying backwards across the international date line.
Eventually, I opened my window shades to see my first glimpse of my American homeland.
Sad to leave Malaysia; happy to be home. Welcome to the USA!