We arrive in Urumqui (the place where riots will start in 2 days time leading to many deaths and blocking of facebook. It wasn't us gov honest). Our connecting flight leaves at 7am or something but the airport closes at 2am.
Confused, tired and shocked at the price of a coffee we wander around aimlessly for a bit wondering what to do. We are just about resigned to having to pay for hotel rooms for a few hours until the airport reopens when Emma hits upon the bright idea of asking someone what we should do. Turns out that included in the price of our flights is a complimentary hotel room for the night. Now you dont get that at home.
The free taxi ride to the free hotel takes a little bit too long for comfort. Its late, we are in a strange city and are convinced he is just gonna drive us around for a few hours until the airport reopens when we pull up to a builing loosely resmebling a hotel.
We check into the rooms for our 4 hours of sleep and just as im drifting off the phone rings. After wondering who it could be and pointing at the phone for a bit I pick it up.
The conversation, at about 3 in the morning, went something like this
ME: (confused and sleepy and irratable) Hello
FEMALE CHINESE VOICE: a bunch of stuff in chinese
ME: what?
FCV: another bunch of stuff in chinese
ME: I dont understand, do you speak english?
FCV: ah, you want massage?
ME: ?... no thank you
FCV: sex masssage?
ME: ah a sex massage, I thought you just meant a normal massage, why didn't you say earlier？
FCV: you want?
ME: NO. can I go to sleep now please?
FCV: more stuff in chinese
ME: hang up (I mean I hung up, not I said ‘hang up’.)
Turns out Alan and John both had very similar late night conversations too. Welcome to China. Land of the sex massage.
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