Let's start from the beginning, shall we? So I had some incredibly good luck with sitting in Business Elite. The beds reclined 180 degrees and I was given a cute little bunk. I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic, Wanted, half of Baby Mama and the scene in Mamma Mia with Amanda Seyfriend and Dominic Hotface on the beach -twice. I ate some multi-course meals including mango and vanilla icecream. 15 hours later, we land and I ready my camera.
People in white body suits arrive with their little ray guns. They're a little bit like scanny guns at the grocery store, but instead of a bar code, it's your forehead. I passed.
I sat in the second cabin of Business Elite, right in front of coach. I worried about the 3-row 10 day quarantine rule as the list has been expanded. What ended up happening was that someone in the first cabin of BE had a temperature. Business Elite was quarantined, coach was allowed to de-plane first. I seethed in my corral. I had sit while 200 people walked past me, staring at my junk. Niiceeeee.
After being allowed to de-plane 1 hour later despite being in a completely separate cabin, I waited in line to give them my health form, then my immigration form. I finally got my suitcase, rode the Maglev, then the metro for 40 mins. It was hot and I was walking in the general direction of where my friends might live.
I walked into their complex, and walked around the complex aimlessly until I saw a girl walk up to me. She let me into their building and I knocked on their door. Brilliant. I'm here.
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