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An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Domestic Travel in China.

Through winter, flying in China is great: quick, lots of flights and usually everything runs on time. Then spring hits, with dust storms in the north and tropical storms in the South. And the whole system packs the fuck in.

Last night, my flight from Shenzhen to Beijing was delayed. By 7 hours. SEVEN GODDAMN HOURS. Worst was that for the whole 7 hours, we sat on the tarmac at the gate, with no booze and basically no service (no booze I begrudingly understand: the crowd almost rioted stone cold sober). But being delayed isn’t what really gets to you: it’s the lies you are fed.

From 4pm, we were told we were delayed due to weather. It was overcast, but planes aren’t made of icing sugar. HARDEN UP. We were then told ‘it will just be one more hour…due to weather’ every hour on the hour until 10pm. The most hilarious part of the story? When we did eventually take off at 1045pm, we flew down the runway under a massive moving strobe of lightning: the storm that had allegedly delayed us for over 6 hours hit as we moved off the ground.

I arrived home at 230am. There was only one thing left to do. I went running.