After eating twice (chicken with mushrooms and a bowl of spicy noodles), watching one silly Chinese movie (Back Dancers), reading one chapter (The Secret Life of Your Unborn Child), and a long nap, I woke up with a start and thought, I haven’t posted yet!
No worries â€“ Iâ€™ve just gone through all 100 emails in my inbox and you know what? I still have six hours left in the air to Taipei.
I arrived at LAX two hours in advance of my international flight, but I think I might be operating on old information; two hours was not enough to get through the horrendous lines. The entire two hours was spent waiting in one line after another: checking in, getting baggage x-rayed, and then the gate check. It was also time-consuming even just following the lines down the packed throughways, just to find the end of the line. I made it to the gate only a couple minutes before the scheduled take-off, but apparently so many other people were caught in those grisly lines that our departure was delayed by an hour.
I had a near cardiac arrest though while checking in. Turned out that my massive suitcase was fine, well within weight, but that my carry-on was over by 7 kilos (~15 pounds!) I had thrown my journal, a few unread New Yorkers, and a book into my carry-on, mistakenly believing that it would be the regular suitcase that would be the problem. Then as I was shuffling my December ArtForum into my purse and slinging my laptop over my shoulder I glanced down at my passport that I was clutching in my hand and momentarily considered putting it on the counter. But then that ominous voice in my head boomed, â€œAn American passport is the most valuable document in the world,â€ and I didnâ€™t.
I got my roller carry-on down to a passable 7.8 kilos and made my way over to line 2: the interminable x-ray line. I hunched over, balancing my bags and looked for my passport so it would be in hand. I searched, increasingly more panicked, every folded bit of paper in my purse. No passport. I searched again, and then a third time. I looked back at the counter where I had been tempted to lay my passport. Nothing.
I paused a minute and then started rifling through the magazines I had relocated to my main suitcase. Losing my passport was the one thing that would really prevent me from going to Bangkok tonight.
Then I knelt (no I didnâ€™t pray) and opened my carry-on. Sweet relief. There it was, lying among computer cords and spare underwear.
Just a clarification though, the clothes I brought for this trip would have fit in my carry-on; the big suitcase is for the family import/export business.
I am importing:
Many Burtâ€™s Bees products including
1. dusting powder
2. apricot baby oil
3. burts baby body lotion.
4. 2 lip shimmers (colour: watermelon)
5. baby soap
6. baby shampoo
7. 4 regular beeswax lip balms
From Songbae: blank for Sue, blank for Joss, blank for Nabi Grace and ditto again from my family.
General household items:
2 boxes of quart-size zip lock baggies
dry ingredients for chocolate chip cookies
2 boxes of MACK’s pillow soft ear plugs
2 CD books of movies
Decemberâ€™s unread ArtForum and New Yorkers
2 bottles of red wine
I also brought several pairs of pants that need hemming. That may seem ridiculous since I know how to sew and I own a sewing machine, but I love how well my pants were hemmed last time I was in Bangkok (for a buck).
The export products remain to be determined, but will likely include a big fake Coach purse for Bella.