Having traveled 36 hours straight, somewhere between Hongkong, Kunming, and Zongdian, was an airport. Standing in line at one of those airports (minus one friend who had lost her passport), was an odd and out of place squeaking noise. It started out real quiet-like and grew louder, closer and quickly...and then they appeared, squeaky shoes. Everytime a step was taken, out came a squeak that shook us from of our zombie-esque trance.