Two days after arriving in Jinan we were once again packing up and heading to the airport to fly to Guangzhou.
Ahhhh the ignorance of what I was about to encounter was such a gift.
I cannot recollect the entire series of events because truly.....
they were just that terrifying.
But suffice it to say, mid-flight I was really convinced that we were all about to go see Jesus.
I began to wonder if the journey would be shorter for us since....ya know....we were already up in the air.
Distance between a cruising altitude of 33,000 feet and Heaven anyone?
Yeah. I don't know either.
To say it was incredibly turbulent is to say that the Titanic got a teensy bit wet.
It was more than turbulence.
It was more like the pilots were playing candy crush whilst the plane was being tossed violently back and forth like a pendulum.
Mid-flight Lori even looked over her shoulder at me with a look of death and asked if I was ok.
When we landed she admitted that "that was pretty rough".....so I know it's not just me being....ya know....a big wimp.
I tried to distract myself by blaring praise and worship music into my headphones and pretending to be able to read the Chinese newspaper from the seat back in front of me.
But all that did was confuse me.....
Eventually.....after 3 hours.....we landed....
and I exhaled for the first time in well....3 hours.
The Garden Hotel.
We had arrived.
T minus 11 hours till the breakfast buffet opens.
Following His Steps... to St Anne's Chapel
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