Arriving in Tianjin was terrifying. After the usual nerve-wracking experience of getting through immigration control, I stepped out of the quiet (empty) arrival terminal and into .. a throng of shouting Chinese people? Probably a third of them were cab drivers. As for the rest, I don't know what it was all about, but there were a lot of them. It made the gaijin hella nervous, all a group of shady looking character standing in a circle giving the stink-eye while a lady yelled at you to get into her taxi. After some minor commiseration to the tune of, 'No I do not think that we will ever find that bus that the doctor told us about,' the Orlando crew and I grabbed a cab and made haste for the train station. This was an experience in itself: the Chinese have a creative approach to traffic lanes.
