A journalist observes life in the far north.
I took a precarious motorcycle ride to the airline ticket office to see about getting out of here early. I had no luck so I pay my 1,700-rupee airport tax tonight and hop on the 11 pm flight to Guangzhou in southern China where I wait five hours and then catch a flight to Beijing.
From Beijing, there is a 12-hour flight to San Francisco. Then on to Portland, Seattle and finally Alaska.
It’s an ugly itinerary and I wish I could get started on the journey right now so I can get it over with. I have offers from two fellow travellers of a Valium and a Zanax. Very tempting. All of the savvy travellers bring a drug store along with them, it seems.
I can hardly let my thoughts rest on the topic of Jade without nearly folding into tears. But I can hardly not think about her either. It’s been too long since I held my baby in my arms.