Dear Friends,
As I prepared to leave the US, there were many adjustments to the travel requirements to enter Shanghai. One of the most significant was the length of time for the quarantine. I was preparing for 14 days in a hotel and then 7 days at home for a total of 21 days. I could hardly believe my luck when a week before I was to travel back, the requirements changed to 7 days in a hotel and 3 days at home. This was a significant improvement.
Most people are sent to hotels in their districts. As the bus from the airport drove on, I got the sense that I was NOT going to my district. A glance at my Apple maps showed the bus taking me far out of town. This was really the first time I felt at all uneasy about the process. A quick text to our government relations officer reassured me that others had been taken out in the direction I was going.
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| See the blue dot? That's me! |
Upon arrival, the bus sat outside the facility for about 20 minutes while we waited for another bus to enter and unload passengers. This was no hotel, rather it looked like a purpose-built facility. Inside was similar to a dorm room, the outside, a little more prisonlike-tall fences, guards, etc.
Once the bus pulled in, we were met by more people in hazmat suits, asked to complete forms and, scan a few more QR codes.
While we were on the bus, our luggage was removed and sprayed down with disinfectant again. I wrangled my bags up to the door. A kind gal on my bus spoke English and helped me "check in". During this process, I was being waved over to a man with spray disinfectant. He was spraying people's carry-on bags. I apparently was not moving fast enough so he just decided to spray the disinfectant all over my backpack while I was wearing it, effectively covering my whole backside in what smelled like bleach. (This may have been the most frustrating part of this process.)
At check-in, weekly accommodation and meals were pre-paid. With the help of my new friend, I tried to explain I was vegetarian. That was mostly successful throughout the week with only a few meat products coming my way.
The first room I was put in had lots of mold, I messaged the office and asked to be moved. They came up and moved me right away. The room was small but clean. It even had a small patio where I could do yoga.
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| View from my room. |
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| Items that were provided in my room. |
I was given very little information. Just a couple of contacts who told me they would bring me meals and come by to test me periodically. I suspected the food would be the most difficult part of this experience since I am such a particular eater. I was not wrong. The best item I got for breakfast was the red bean buns.
Lunch and dinner all felt the same to me. Always a large portion of white rice with double portions of the vegetables they were serving to everyone else. I am not sure they knew what to do with someone that doesn't eat meat. All the meals had a lot of MSG, super salty. I usually ate one or two bites.
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Typical Breakfast
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| Tried this as I know it is popular here. Not for me. |
The entire week I was not served any fresh food. A friend managed to get this fresh fruit sent to me. I was told I was not allowed to order this type of food but they would bring it to me this one time. It made the week bearable.
The food items I packed in all that luggage was helpful as well.
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| Not sure I'd buy this again but it worked in this situation. |
As the week was coming to an end, I was starting to wonder when and how I would be getting home. Getting me out of quarantine and to my apartment took a lot of work on some by my wonderful colleagues connecting with the quarantine facility and the neighborhood committee.
The day before my departure, in addition to my Covid test, they came in and swabbed my luggage, phone, and door handle.
I was told to pack my bags and be ready by 7:00 am and to wait for the knock. Around 8:15 there was a knock at my door and another hazmat pointed me down the hall to the elevator. As we exited, there was one more temperature check for good measure. A release paper was handed to me with the all-important red stamp. And, I couldn't leave without one more spray down of the bags. Luckily, this time I was spared the disinfectant shower.
My departure was full of the usual confusion. I was told by my colleagues a car was coming to get me and they were trying to put me on a bus. After 10 minutes of contacting various people, I was going on the bus. I had a great time loading my dripping wet bags onto the city bus while everyone waiting for the foreinger. At least I was on my way home.
Love,
Heather