Stopover in Canada

My ride was probably losing hope. So many people waiting, so many bags not making it off the luggage go round. Those waiting with me trickled down from a full Boing 747 to three. Lost? The couple in front of me at the lost luggage counter were joyfully reunited with their bags. The third person persisted at the carousel. I was told my clothes, toiletries, sandals, gifts, snorkel gear and Chinese English dictionary were in Toronto. Bagless, I was pleased to find that my ride waited still, "Jan Tu" sign in hand just past the 'nothing to declare' lane. William and his wife graciously wisked me to an ATM machine and then my guest House. So far, so luggageless...

Stopover in Canada

Beijing, China