Arriving back at the airport around midnight, we still had 7 hours left to kill before our next flight. The wifi didn't work, and we had both accumulated little more than a couple hours of sleep in the last 36 hours, so we decided to try our luck in the sleep department. It was cold, and I was thankful to have a longsleeve shirt, a jacket, and a thin blanket that I took from the first flight between Canada and China. Still, I was lucky if I got 20 minutes of sleep in before the chill of the night and the waxed concrete floor crept too deep into my bones to find the level of relaxation required to drift off again. Finally, the painstaking wait for 5am was over, and we lined up to check our baggage for our flight to Nanning, but Chengdu hadn't said it's last goodbye! As we neared the front of the line, the hotpot decided it wanted out, and I had to act quickly. I found the heat I had previously been craving... I just didn't expect it to come in the form of fire, and out my ass.