Our arrival in Beijing was tinted with mystery. After flying over part of the Great Wall on the outskirts of the city, we literally descended into a haze of smog. If I can get the picture from Chris, I will post it here later. For now this one from the internet will have to do.
Once we landed, we weren’t sure what exactly to expect. We had heard stories of passengers waiting in their seats for health workers in masks to come and take the temperature of everyone on board pointing gun-like thermometers at foreheads. We had heard of entire planes being quarantined if simple fevers were detected and of orders to stay in your home for a week.
Given all of these possibilities, we were actually both (pleasantly) surprised at the lack of drama involved in disembarking. While we went through all of the hurdles together, from immigrations to customs, from the health check point to the baggage claim, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I actually had to ask at the health station if there was anything else I needed to do. It felt too easy. Really, the biggest issue we had to overcome was figuring out where to pick up Chris’s checked guitar. It turned out that they considered it oversized luggage.