Yunnan Day 9. Last day.
Breakfast. We considered going to the same old main square restaurant for more noodles and eggplant, but we decided to forgo those gourmet treats and look around for someplace else. Soon we came upon this sign…
…indicating that our host in Tiger Leaping Gorge had opened a café in Shangri-La. We were surprised that he didn’t tell us about it when we said we were coming here. The place had pretty much the same menu as his place in the gorge, and this one is run by his sister.
After breakfast, we returned to our hotel. I sat in the sun on the veranda while FII decided to climb the steps to the nearby temple.
After descending to the main main square, he noticed what seemed to be a typical Sunday morning gathering of old friends.
Fortunately, lunch time was approaching so we headed over to N’s Café. I had indeed dreamed about the pizza we had there yesterday, so I wanted to have it again. When we got there, several people were eating, but the owner said he could not serve anyone else because the electricity just went off. So we wandered around, looking for another place to eat. We came across a little bistro place named Olive something, but although the doors were open, the owner said they just today returned from vacation and won’t open for business for a few days. She recommended another place around the corner, but when we went searching for it, we failed to find it.
Not wanting a repeat of our faux pas on Day 1 leaving from Beijing, we decided to skip lunch (a sin against Nature) and grab a taxi back to the hotel. We picked up our bags – the bill had been paid in advance – and took the same taxi to the airport.
It looked like a brand new airport, clean, fancy, and empty. I wondered if we had the wrong airport. Could Shangri-La have two? We waited for a couple hours and a few people started to show up. When we went to check in, the clerk said she could find only one of our reservations. It took at least 15, maybe 20, minutes to get it sorted out, during which I spoke with my travel agent, the clerk spoke with my travel agent, the clerk spoke with someone on the phone for quite a while, the clerk left the desk for a while to go into another room. Perspiration dotted my brow.
I’ve run into this problem several times in China. I think it’s due to the antiquated computer systems, hardware and software, that they use. They are slow, inefficient, and sometimes inaccurate. Everyone here, however, tells me how much better it is than it used to be. I think this place requires more patience than I have in reserve.
The flights back to Beijing were uneventful, as was the adequate dinner we had at the Kunming airport. Because our original return non-stop flight from Li Jiang to Beijing had been canceled, our arrival in Beijing ended up being about midnight. Arriving around 10 p.m. is fine; arriving after that is not. The reason for this is that the last subway train from the airport to the city is a little after 11 p.m., and if you don’t get to the airport early enough, you have to take a taxi. Exiting the airport is slower than most places because they scan every bag as you leave, so there’s generally a moderately lengthy line just getting out of Customs.
When we got to the taxi area, at least 200 people were in a winding line, waiting to get taxis. I remembered there was an express bus to the city, so while FII waited in the taxi line, I went over to the bus ticket area where there was a line of about 50 people waiting to buy bus tickets. I didn’t know whether this was the right place for the right bus, so I went up to the window to ask. The 25-year-old customer translated for me. It was indeed the right place, and how many tickets did I want? I gave a sheepish look to the translator, not meaning to butt in, and said “two.”
No one seemed in the least bit perturbed that I butted in line. I called FII over to the bus line where we waited for a few minutes. A tour-type bus approached and we got on, wrestling with our suitcases and backpacks. We don’t know why they didn’t open the luggage compartment.
The bus was supposed to take us to the Friendship hotel, which is about 5 long blocks from our school, but the bus driver didn’t speak English and so we couldn’t tell him where we wanted to get off. Finally, we imposed upon this young woman in front of us to find out where the Friendship Hotel stop is. Eventually we got a stop where the bus driver informed the woman, who informed us, that this was our stop. I did not see the Friendship Hotel, but we got off anyway.
We were deposited at a bus stop on the 3rd Ring Road with several others, all of us trying to get a taxi. After about 10 minutes we got one, showed the driver my business card, and we took off. Fifty-seven RMB later we arrived at the school, then walked the 300 meters to the dorm, arriving there about 1:45 a.m.
Home at last. It was a wonderful trip and neither FII nor I will forget it soon, not until we’re overcome with Alzheimer’s, which sometimes seems to be just around the corner, if my memory is an indicator.
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