Well it’s Tuesday morning and I am still not accustom to the time change. Can’t sleep at night and can’t sleep during the day for obvious reasons. Don must have eaten something wrong on the plane because he is still dealing with a stomach thing. We are both relying on each others strengths right now, whatever they may be. Samantha is still sick and her fever is still around 101. We hope we will have enough Motrin and Tylenol till we get back.
Everyone in the group likes to go to the hotel buffet for the morning. I say I don’t blame them because if you could see the city itself you would probably tend to stay close also. The streets are lined with tons of cars, bikes, motorcycles and mopeds. No one stops for anything. We have seen some close calls but no blood yet. I suspect it will happen before we leave, I just hope I am not around. After breakfast, Dur, our facilitator, took us to a park just one block away. He had to block traffic a couple of times to get us across the street. A few of us screamed a couple of times also. The park was sort of dark, it had some religious items in it along with people taking dance lessons and Ti-chi. There were no birds singing or grass for that matter. The thing that struck us the most was how the people treated us like some sort of strange aliens. They all came up to us and stared directly at us. A lot of the women gave us the thumbs up, or pointed and said something in Chinese. Most of them made comments about my hair and Samantha’s. It seems that there are few brown hair women in that area. Most of the people here have very dark brown or even black hair. One woman thought Samantha was my biological child until she met Don.
The rest of the day was spent around the hotel or local store. We have been trying to get Sam as much sleep as she will take and we have been forcing fluids also. Did I ever tell you that she is very stubborn?
Tomorrow is another free day and we are suppose to go to a temple that is famous in Jiangxi.
