-Can you please be a bit careful? I said. My stuff is also up there. You will crush it with your bag.
-Huh?! He looked like me as if I was an alien.
-Your bag is too big! And please be careful with my stuff! I said, a bit annoyed.
To this, he snorted. And then he started muttering that “you should be more polite to Chinese people!”
His comment really hit me. There I was, trying to save my stuff, and coming across as a RUDE laowai! Gosh, had I crossed the line? Maybe I had? I don't want to be considered rude (I hate rude people!) so I decided to apology and then spent the rest of the trip trying to be extra nice to him in order to mend the rocky start.
So, when he realized he didn’t have any headphones I handed him mine. When he was out of water he got my bottle. When I had to ask him to stand up so that I could go to the toilet I was careful to excuse myself and thank him about 1 million times. Do you think any of this helped? Oh no.
When we landed he hit me in the head with his mega bag when he tried to take it down.
-Aoooch! I said and rubbed my head.
He said nothing. I think he even smiled.
So much for trying. Oh well, at least I didn’t have to suffer from a bad conscious for maybe being too rude at first on that trip. But some situations are obviously not meant to be saved.
Anyway, now I'm in Stockholm and I just had a shower in hot, clean water (not to mention water pressure)! Ahhh.. heaven! Now sitting here, blogging in a central heated flat that is so comfortable heated that you can walk around in shorts and a t-shirt. Farewell, dry skin! Oh, and I'm drinking tap water! LOVE IT! Sure, there's a lot of ice on the streets out there bit so far, so good.