We needed to show our tickets to get on the train, well, everyone other than Emma that is. (Check the previous post if you don't know what we're talking about.) Eventually the train conductors came by and, though they looked into our room, they didn't check our tickets or our passports. Odd. Aw well. Often things work differently then we expect.
We arrived in Harbin and got in line to leave the station. That was when we realized that here they check your ticket as you leave the station. Um... We quickly scrambled to find our tickets which those of us with not much China experience hadn't thought to keep careful track of. After all - we had already gotten to our destination.
Alas, not all of the tickets were to be found.
There was much discussion and searching of pockets, and bags, and pockets, pants, jackets. Eventually (1 hr? and 1 brand spanking new ticket later) we received permission to leave the station. On our way out we learned that all you really need to do is waive something vaguely ticket sized with approximately the right color in the doorman's line of vision and he will let you through.
Live and learn.
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