Everyone was happy, and stopped worrying about my impending deport-date; old students advised where I should go ("the racetrack! Beer and beauties!"), and I even began to look into movies that would be out/concerts I could check out of various varieties...good times.
After a couple weeks of radio silence regarding my flight date to Hong Kong, there was finally some crazy news: one of the Chinese staff had actually done some work!
While reading a document, the person in question happened upon an interesting tidbit, that being that only Hong Kong nationals could get mainland work visas in Hong Kong (after a recent policy change). This meant that anybody else had to do it in their home country. It took about 6 and a half weeks (give or take) for somebody to actually read this document after it became apparent that mistakes had been made. Efficiency.
Thus I found myself going out to the Jinan airport (because, you know, organised support network) on my own dime. Explaining why I was going to be gone for a week (Halloween week, no less) to the students left them positively agog at the lack of organisational facility displayed, once I explained all the steps leading from June to this moment. Their consolations ("haha, it's China!") rung in my ears as I took off for the most travel-logged week of my life.
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