Beijing airport

Landed okay in Beijing. Temperature Sunday nite was 15 degrees F. Reminded me of Alaska! Took me some time to wind my way through the process of getting my bags, lugging my bags through more security and finding someone who I could converse with to determine how I could get my ticket turned into a boarding pass. After three different windows we were able to solve this situation.

We had landed 30 min early so I didn't feel rushed trying to figure this all out. When I finally determined the right direction to go I found myself with enough time to actually sit down and rest. In one way, the Beijing airport reminded me of landing in Munich, Germany. The gates all queue up and busses run from the gates to ferry the passengers out to the planes that are some distance away from the lobby. By now the well heated terminal had me pealing off my layers of clothes, so it was quite a shock to get out to the unheated busses, and sit while we all piled in.

Once out to the plane we all stood in what I can only describe was a flash back memory of my Alaska days with a near chill factor of (best guess of the winds) of -20 F. By the time we all clamored aboard the plane I had lost feelings in my fingers.

The flight to Wuhan was, as my husband Jim would say, "filled with involuntary naps" on my part. By the time I landed in Wuhan I felt semi-human again.