The stress and depression I had sunk into while going through the abuse at the school district was profound. Pete wanted to give me something to help me get over it, to make me smile again. I had lost even the desire for intimacy and no longer had my sense of humor. I was dead inside, numb, a zombie going through the motions of daily life. He said he wanted to take me to a place I would never have imagined visiting. He said we were going to China. He booked the flight and the hotel. We went to Hong Kong International Airport and from there to Beijing and Guongdong. My passport now was stamped with an Asian destination. I felt I had entered a new level of living; being an international traveler once again, but to a part of the world so different from the caucasian world.
At the airport, crowds bustled everywhere, and the sound of the language was exciting. We had a five star hotel on the Hong Kong peninsula, a hotel that had a tremendously high ceiling in the first floor entrance area, with glass prisms hanging in clusters from above, creating a light show over the entire area. It was luxury to the limit, with marble floors and columns, and the Triangles five star restaurant on one of the upper floors. There were visitors from any countries in the hotel, having breakfast together were Russian businessmen, and staying for an Indian wedding were over two hundred guests. The bride was said to be scheduled to ride a pure white stallion down the main street near the hotel on her way to the wedding ceremony. There were Hindus everywhere on the streets and in the shops. Parked in front of the hotel entrance was a collection of a dozen or so Jaguars and Mercedes limousines for driving guests to wherever they wished to go.
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