I applied for my visa the other day, so I had to trek all the way to 12th avenue and 42nd street, where the Chinese Consulate is located, and what a trek it was! It was slightly traumatic because of the culture shock, if you will—and I was only in Hell's Kitchen! I don't think I've ever been around so many Chinese people and Chinese speakers. The actual application process was extremely simple—I handed in the documents, and the lady gave me a receipt. I'm heading back to the consulate on Friday to pick up my passport, hopefully this time I'll muster the courage to speak Chinese.
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