Alright, faithful readers, strap in for the second installment of my "Great Escape to China." As you know, I was bracing myself for a full-on, multi-round brawl with the U.S. State Department. The website had set the stage for an epic battle of wills, warning me that without the correct, computer-generated, non-existent form and a U.S. credit card I haven't owned in a decade, I would be publicly shamed and banished from the Embassy grounds.
Alright, settle in, because the adventure has officially taken a turn from "Leisurely Exploring" to "Existential Mid-Life Crisis and Bureaucratic Paperwork." You’ve read my ramblings about travel woes, but this is different. This is a living-abroad series. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to relocate myself from the delightful chaos of Hanoi, Vietnam, to the… well, the slightly-more-profitable chaos of Nanning, China. Why? Because while Vietnam is a gorgeous place to be, my wallet is starting to look suspiciously thin.
Alright, faithful readers, strap in for the second installment of my "Great Escape to China." As you know, I was bracing myself ...
