By: Ron Cruz
getting out of pudong airport
Christmas day. Cruising at 490 kn and 10,000 miles above sea level, in what appears like an aircraft filled with Chinese passengers with huge possibility that I am the only one celebrating this holiday.
While trying to make sense out of the bad Christmas dinner (airline food) on my tray table, a strong fume of a newly opened vial of white flower ointment emanates in the cabin. Maybe the packed food was flat tasteless or the white flower fume paralysed my tastebuds, either way it ruined my already sad dinner.
I wanted …