Right now I´m crashing a friends couch in Oslo, waiting for my 1345 flight tomorrow to Bergen. Chris decided he didn´t want to wait, so he paid extra to make the last flight of the day.
After a ridiculous amount of ruckus, we finally managed to get in to China, where CSI like men came and scanned everybody for swineflu. We had two days in Beijing and two Shanghai. We saw the wall, Tinanman square(titties and beer was how the taxi driver understood it) a Ming dynasty temple and the other main attractions in Beijing. Cant´t say I greatly enjoyed it, but it needed to be done. In Shanghai we caught up with the Norwegian students with whom we started our trip. The crazy part is that I slept in a Mexican guys room, who we met on the Great wall. He turned out to be classmates and neighbors of the Norwegians, and insisted I take his room.
To understand a nation, you must understand their history. I still have much to learn there, but the Chineses been partly explained to me.(not good enough to bring forward to you) In short the Chinese are not nice. So our last four days were filled by a notion that it will be nice to come home. Touching Norwegian soil on the contrary, brought a change to that notion. Now I realized that I wasn´t just leaving the dirty, rude and non-english China, I was leaving Asia. I was leaving the life I have lived for four and a half months. Waking up in the morning, not knowing what the day will bring. Coming to a new country without knowing anything about it. Going to an airport with your luggage, your passport, and an open mind. Looking at the map and say look, that is our next stop. Going to Japan for the sole purpose if being Satan. God, I´m going to miss that life.
Remi Elias