Since my flight from Peru, every flight has had an increasing number of Asians. Lima-Miami had none. Miami-San Francisco had a couple. San Francisco-Chicago had a few. Chicago-London had a handful. London-Hong Kong had a solid majority. Hong Kong-Beijing had a super-majority. On Beijing-Xian I was one of two non-Chinese. And, finally, on the Xian-Hanzhong flight I was the only non-Chinese. This final plane ride was something!
First of all, the plane was of a brand I'd never heard of, which is not great when you're talking about planes--you want a trusted brand: a Boeing; an Embraer; an Airbus. Sencondly, the plane reminded me of the one Indiana Jones jumps out of near the beginning of Temple of Doom. No animals, but everything else was too reminiscent. There were only 16 passengers total, if that helps you picture my scenario. I didn't feel as unsafe as the time AA put me on a turboprop from San Diego to Los Angeles, but it was close (I think the Goose and The Stranger were on this flight...maybe The Rock as well).
By far the most entertaining part was that there was only one flight attendant and because I was there she had to translate everything into English. I swear to you the only things I could make out during a total of two minutes of English speaking were "Ladies and" and "Thank you." I badly wanted to tell her I didn't need let alone want a translation but my Chinese was worse than her English.
And, unlike most other airlines, on Chinese ones I can check in 2 bags and maybe more if I ask. Plus, they aren't stingy on giving you food: a meal and three drink services on the 1.5h Beijing-Xian flight! Now that's what I call service! SL
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