It's that time of the year again. As much as I love the festivites of the Chinese New Year, I really dread the mad rush home. A 3 hour trip home could end up lasting some 8 hours or more.
Now, I can handle the long drive. Heck, even my bladder has been trained to withstand long hours of no taking a piss. But the poor little wife and the son are made of softer stuff. *ahem*
Anyway, thanks to work, I am leaving at the last minute this year. Which also means I'm gonna be caught in some jam somewhere. I'm trying to strategise this as best I can, leaving at the exact moment when the roads are most clear but since there is no exact science on the subject, I'm not terribly hopeful.
I'm planning to depart at 5am tomorrow. I expect traffic to be minimal - lorries should have done their routes by then, while the average joe would still be asleep. You can also help by not crossing my path from 5am to 8am. Do that and I will appreciate you for the rest of my life.
Thank you for reading.