The Journey for Lucas Ming and Patrick Hao

Mary got up with Patrick Hao at 5:00 A.M.  I got up at 6:30 and Lucas Ming finally woke up at 7:00 A.M.  Last night they slept through the night.  We would like to believe that this will happen more often but we still have enough sense to know that this is a pipe dream.   This morning Mary called down to Cindy’s room and put Patrick Hao on the phone.  When he heard Cindy on the other end he just started to babble to her, pretty cool.  Mary called her mother to see if the boys would duplicate this with grandma but we had no such luck.  After breakfast we put the boys down for an early nap because we were going to be on the road for 4 hours.

We left Nanjing at 1:30 P.M. and arrived in Lianyungang after 7:00PM.  This was a long ride.  The boys were bouncing all over the place for the entire ride.  Mary and I were exhausted from sitting and trying to keep the boys from bouncing onto the floor.  During one of our stops, Nancy told us that the trip would have been shorter if we had had a younger driver.  Our driver did not go near the speed limit.  By the time we arrived in Lianyungang we were famished.  We got checked in and asked Nancy if her and the driver were going to join us for dinner.  Nancy was afraid that the driver would be uncomfortable eating in the hotel restaurant.  So Mary, Cindy, the boys and I went to eat.  We opened the menus and they were all in Chinese.  We quickly found that there was nobody in the restaurant that could speak any English.  We were trying to communicate with a mix of sign language, Mandarin and English.    We even walked over to another table and started to point at their dishes.  We knew that the boys were spoken to in Mandarin in the orphanage but the general public spoke Cantonese, oops!  Finally the staff found a maintenance guy who spoke a little English and we were able to get some food ordered.


After dinner we went back to the room.  We commandeered three chairs from Cindy’s room and along with our three we created a barrier around the second bed so that the boys wouldn’t roll off during the night.  We all got to bed at 9:30 P.M.  And then Patrick Hao woke up screaming at 10:20 P.M.  Mary and I were already in a deep sleep, we thought that it was the middle of the night.  It took a while to get him back to sleep.  This was partly because getting into the bed is like a challenge from Survivor.  We are exhausted and tired of getting up multiple times every night.  Between the boys actually waking up and Mary and I anticipating their waking up it is starting to take it’s toll on us. (Sorry readers – no pictures of us sitting in a van all day).