July 1, 2026
Fourteen, counted twice
We landed at Baiyun Airport this afternoon and I did my first head count before we even reached baggage claim. Thirteen heads plus mine — fourteen, all present, nobody lost in an airport the size of a small city. I'd like to say I wasn't nervous, but I did the count three more times before the bus.
The volunteers met us with signs and smiles, and for ten whole minutes I let someone else do the herding. On the bus I handed out the crackers I'd carried from home — a captain travels with rations, that's just policy. Watching the others press their faces to the windows as Guangzhou rolled past, my shoulders finally came down from around my ears.
Tonight I knocked on every door and confirmed all fourteen of us were exactly where we should be, then stood by the window for a while. Somewhere out there the Pearl River was glowing, and the tower they call the "little waist" was busy changing colors. Everyone says being captain is a lot of work. It is, and I'm not complaining.