Frikkie has been in China for 2 weeks and 1 day. Boo-hoo. I will land in Beijing in exactly 2 weeks' time. Yeah! It may not sound like it, but it seems like a life time. I think we're doing ok for a couple who, before this seperation has not been apart for more than 3 days.
Queenie, from Hassell's Shanghai office, is trying to sort out my visa and my flights. Neither is going particularly well and I've resigned myself to the fact that I will probably travel to China on a tourist visa and then we try and sort out my residency permit once I'm there. I can't believe the Chinese government is SO hung-up on us not being married, but hey, they're the boss, so I guess they can do whatever they please.
Frikkie and I have settled into a contact routine. I call him at about 6am SA time when I've just woken up and we have a little chat (which must be costly me a fortune cause I haven't gotten my arse into gear enough to buy an international calling card). We sometimes email during the day and I try and send him a photo a day about random things in my life - so mostly the cats feature extensively. We then skype when I get home from work - not so much these days cause Frikkie is too pooped from long days at the office to chat till midnight.
On the very sweet and completely unexpected front: I had a phone call from Frikkie's parents this morning. They're on holiday near Cape Vidal on the KZN North Coast.
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