Not surprisingly, L. and I woke up this morning not feeling all that great (thanks to last night's hot pot). We barely stumbled into fellowship at GICF. Lots of singing, lots of praise choruses and hymns giving honor to Christ's resurrection. The speaker gave a sermon on Matthew 28. We later had lunch with the church, sharing a table with some Nigerian and Congolese brothers. We watched a play and song performance put on by the Sunday School children...but we left early, the quesiness in our stomachs just too much.
The taxi took us a long, but faster, way back. The driver said there was a couple of conventions and didn't want to get caught in traffic. We were too sick to contest his advice, so we let him. He took a toll bridge to get there. It was indeed faster, but the ride cost rmb 70. A usual ride is around RMB 40-50. He came across more pleasant and friendly than most drivers we encounter, even trying to make conversation with us. But we couldn't help but feel a bit snookered by him. Of course, we had no way to disbelieve him, but even if we did, we weren't in any shape to argue, so we paid the 70 and went home. And as if things couldn't get worse, the power was out when we got back.
After a 4-hour nap, I felt better. By then, the power had come back on. L., however, felt worse after her nap. Not only was her stomach not fully functional, but her cold and sinus infection still hadn't subsided. After watching "David Letterman" and "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" (L. enjoys this show, but it's not for me), we went back to bed.
Hoping this was just a weekend bug...
