Thursday 18th November 6am (GMT). Have entered terminal 1 and surprise, surprise, still no tears or tantrums. I am being terribly grown up for someone so panicky. I have checked at least ten times that I still have my passport and am clutching my e-ticket wondering what to do with it. A very nice assistant has come to my rescue. He will be known as Bob 2. Can't believe in this day and age there are still so many Bob's in the world! After checking me in and booking my seats Bob 2 says a cheery goodbye and sends me to check in my luggage.
Going through the security check was very strange. Had to put my liquids in a clear bag and remove my coat, belt and boots. The metal detector didn't go off so obviously my fillings are o.k! Haven't a clue what to do next and can't see anyone who looks like they might be from a school. I hear two Chinese ladies speaking Mandarin and my ears have shot up at the word 'Hanban'! I ask if they are going to Beijing. They are and are happy for me to tag along. I have now chained myself to them and will spend the next hour nodding appropriately at their conversation while not understanding a word!!! Think they may be referring to me though as I keep hearing 'ying guo ren' which I know means English person/people!
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