Since our travels began, I've already learned one important lesson: Never travel with young'ns prone to misbehave.
After a daunting 15 hour long flight, I've come to the conclusion that I will NEVER fly with a 2 year old who screams at the top of their lungs for over an hour straight. That's right. Over an hour straight. I thought he would have tired himself out... I underestimated him entirely. Screaming for that long prompted my family and I to develop ill feelings towards the parents and their [obvious] lack of disciplinary skills. Parents, be wary of traveling with young children. Remember, there are others around you who are subject to their cries.
So, in Canada, we already stand out as white-washed Chinese kids. Imagine standing half a foot taller than most, dressing differently, speaking English and less than passable Canto. The Lais stick out like a majorly sore thumb. Not nearly as much as Caucasians though. We've started a tally, and in the metro station alone, we counted 14. Seeing white people makes me feel more at home. Man I miss Canada...
Haven't done much yet, but apparently we've a set itinerary courtesy of my more-than-eager 2nd uncle. Boredom is out of the question!
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