The very beginning of my journey

It is one of good manners in AIESEC – to set up your own travel blog during your internship abroad. Though I had been planning to break this unwritten rule, as soon as I spent my first day in China, I decided to change my mind and fulfill my almost sick desire to write. (So far, I am just staring at all the things around, unable to take the camera out of my bag, so I cannot upload any photos. But I will, later, I promise.)

Nine and half hours of the flight to Beijing didn't seem so long to me, maybe because of the chatty Cathy (well, actually it was a man) sitting next to me. He was trying some Jedi trick on me – he spent about half an hour convincing me, that Chinese language has similar pronunciation to English language. Well, I am not weak minded, I can see the big difference.

Somewhere in the air above Ulaanbaatar, I thought about one part of Fringe series, where a strange man brought some super weird substance that caused everybody on the plane to die in a horrible way, you know, blood, skin, flesh and stuff dropping on the floor, disgusting scene. Thankfully, it didn't happen during our flight, we just experienced some nasty turbulence above Mongolia.

In Beijing, I found out, that there is such a thing in this world like a hot fog. It is everywhere, crawling around your legs like a steam in sauna. Until this very moment, I still cannot believe, that pilot was able to land in that awful zero visibility. I transferred then to the flight to Wuhan, being probably the only foreign passenger on the plane. None of the stewardess seemed to care, they talked to me solely in Chinese.

I am not very keen on stating generalizations of nations, but still, I have to remark, that some of Chinese people tend to be very noisy during eating. (Some of them on the airplane even sounded like dementors who are trying to suck out your soul – it was scary, but I guess it is their normal way to eat noodles).

But the Chinese kids here are awesome, they help us with everything we need and not all of them make these dementor sounds.

The worst part here so far is probably the food. First, I am only the beginner in eating with chopsticks (actually I tried to eat using them for the first time in China) and second, the food! Everything here is so spicy! And what I have seen here… hairy peas and superstinky tofu on your plate with the chicken head (eye included) and its gnarled feet. And McDonald's is not going to save me, even hamburgers here are somehow spicier than in Europe.

Everyone here thinks of me as some tall and slim women from east Europe, I could be a model, they say. Well, maybe after this kind of diet, it will become reality… (Except for the east European part, I still believe, that Slovakia is in the central Europe).