If you like signs in Chinese, and dejected looking people in masks. I
asked my friend Julia to put up an update, but I can’t see the site
now–I should have a connector cord later today. I just belatedly
realized I could blog this way.
As I said, we are all fine. Feeling a little too lively. Fortunately,
the hotel has all the amenities…ping pong, badmitten, holes in the
walls, 3 squares, mold, paper slippers, cokes if you get your embassy
to call and request them, and a whole squad of people to take your
temperature twice a day. As long as we can all stay in the 37 degree
range, we’ll be out…Saturday.
If I’d written this this morning it would have been bleak and screamy.
I had held out a secret hope that the embassy could get us out
earlier–count from the original quarantine, or from rob’s positive
test…And they can’t. No one has said as much, but in general the
sense seems to be that we took our chances when we got on the plane,
as indeed we did. We just never thought this would actually happen.
If all goes well, we will meet Rory Monday. It’s a little hard to
believe all will go well at this point, but maybe it will. We are just
going to sit tight and not draw any attention to ourselves.
I still feel like I shouldn’t have dragged the kids into this, but
they seem pretty happy, all things considered. And they’re certainly
learning to eat what they’re given, and play with what’s here, and try
to communicate, and to make the best of a bad situation. We have had
our ugly moments–even Sam the optimist cried this morning–he’d
realized his bed had crumbs in it, and we never ate in that room–and
Lily and Wyatt are prone to taking it out on each other.
I would say this–don’t come without one adult per kid. (and if it’s
optional, don’t come at all–there are plently of other interesting
places to go). If Rob was alone he’d be in that 10×10 cell with the
kids sitting right next to him. China would have split us all up if
the embassy hadn’t stepped in–they seem to believe that a three year
old ought to be able to fend for himself in a hotel room.
Btw, the grand hyatt manager who was so kind and amazing to us? The
one we will be writing letters about, because he was so great?
Right here in the quarantine hotel next to us. That’s the workers
sent from my iPhone