Left Sydney in June, hoodie in winter and all Passport in hand, made my last domestic call Smelled like coffee and someone’s stress I was feelin’ hopeful — more or less First leg smooth, seat kinda tight Ate a cracker, propelled like a kite I didn't expect China to be what it was Layover in hell at a lasting cost Yo, that layover in China? Not delayed, Just 5 hours lost in a concrete arcade Everything closed, lights off, no soul Like I walked into an airport black hole Starbucks open — didn't feel like coffee at all Or “Western-style food” wasn't really my call I sat in a chair near Gate 22 Rethinking my life, and my travel IQ Made it to Germany, feelin’ relieved But saw my return ticket and nearly grieved They wanted me back through China again? Nah bro — booked Thai, let the healing begin. I rebooked my flight Thailand came in just right Bangkok from above Welcome my old love (my old love) No rewind — just re-route Took the long way, no doubt Sleepin’ upright with class and grace No China. I rest my case. Thai flight had mango and actual food No elbow war, no altitude mood Window seat. Warm towel. Peace in motion. Landed in piece like a calming lotion Would I do China again? Hard no. I’d rather walk through shit and yellow snow But I made it, and I made it clean Shoutout to Thai — you a dream machine. Never again, China. Never again.
