On Friday, Jun 27, 2008, two excited, yet tentative young ladies boarded a plane headed to Shanghai, China. One of those ladies was me. Had you asked me, there would have been no way for me to tell you that I would spend the next 16 hours aboard a 777 chasing the light of the sun.
I must admit, it was the most fascinatingly troubling experience I've ever had. Truly strange and exotic to say the least. I could have been at home playing Ghost Recon with my wonderfully supportive DuWayne or reading a good book even. Instead, for the first time in my life I was busy witnessing 24 straight hours of daylight (16 in flight + 8 upon arrival). Everytime we opened the window, just like a nosy neighbor, the sun was there. C'mon people, this just isn't natural.
All ranting aside, those 24 hours of light led to the end of a tunnel called Shanghai. Amira and I battled out jet lag as long as we could, just to catch our first glimpse of this magnificent city that had the nerve to greet us only with endless highways and a grim, cloudy sky. That's alright though because Saturday, Jun 28 was a special day. It was another day of God-given protection and a safe arrival to a new destination. For that we must give thanks.
WE MADE IT Y'ALL!!!
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