This is Chester. He’s miffed that I didn’t tell him about China.
Sorry, already had this discussion a month ago, and I’m beginning to think he’s losing his marbles. Perhaps he didn’t remember me saying I hadn’t run into any of his relatives on the Chinese side. Dodging cars and scooters, you know…
The blank look says it all. Oh, well, if we must…
This morning he decided to jump up on the desk and sit beside the keyboard. He was going to sit on it, but a stern look from me deterred him.
Or am I deluding myself, and we’re playing a game.
But I get it. China. The gossip, now.
Well, Beijing airport is the same as anywhere else in the world, except I had to battle the fingerprint machines.
A look tells me that any fool can get a paw, well, fingers, on the glass plate. Next time I go, I tell him, he’s coming and I’d like to see his efforts. It’s not as easy as it looks, and I wasn’t the only one.
After exiting the airport, a train ride to the baggage belt then out to find our guide, it takes about an hour and a half just to get to the bus, then another hour in the bus to our hotel.
He looks at the cup of tea I’ve made, attention span coming to an end. Tea leaves from China, I say. Good for you. Saw it dissolve iodine right before my eyes.
Of course, the retort is, what idiot drinks iodine?
Just in case, I say. You can never be too prepared, can you?
He takes a sniff, turns up his nose, and jumps down. Enough of ‘travels without my cat’ for today.
I just shake my head and get back to work.