Homesick

Today, finally, I felt homesick.  But actually, more Vienna-sick.  I was on the bus and suddenly had this aching, aching longing for Vienna.  I was on the bus because Cheikh and I were going to Gongbei, the part of Zhuhai right on the Macau border, just to walk around and stuff.  It was really tough, as you can imagine.  If I had gone with any one of my friends, it would be sort of tough, just finding our way around and deciding when and where to eat and how to find the bathroom and what to do.  And if that friend and I had never been to Gongbei together, it would be that much tougher.  Now add thousands (THOOOOUSANDS) of Chinese people on vacation and an absence of verbal communication with your travelling partner to that equation.  It was worth it, to have the day with him, but... what the hell am I doing?!?
But anyway, on the ride there, I was thinking, wouldn't this all be so much easier if we were in the states?  There I know what to do, where to go, what restaurants look sketchy, how to act, just...everything.  I understand things.  I know who to smile at and who to avoid.  I know when it's OK to cross the street and which water bottles are water and which are not water.  Even in Vienna, if we were in Vienna it would be so much easier.  I could be tour guide instead of fellow-confused-wanderer. 
And then I had a realization on a different topic.  So a few posts ago, I talked about this coma thing I was experiencing, which hasn't gone away.  And I've been starting to think I'm losing it or I have some vitamin deficiency or something.  But then I was looking around at the people on the bus and noticing how many people were sleeping, or slumped over, how many couples with heads on shoulders, how many floppy-looking babies, at 1 in the afternoon.  And I had noticed that the Chinese generally walk really slowly.  I'm always passing people on the way to class and walking around people in the streets, and you all know how I like to walk at a leisurely pace.  So, it's gotta be the heat.  Making people floppy and lethargic.  And putting me in a coma.  I have felt sooo floppy and lethargic, all the time, and smiling and laughing less than usual, which is alarming.  But so now I think my coma is less from silly boy, although that is still contributing, and more from stifling humidity.  Because people never looked floppy in Vienna.  People were never sleeping or slumped over on each other on the buses and subways.  But it was always cold there.  And come to think of it, I felt so much more alert there.  Less smiley and giggly, also, but always wide-eyed and awake.  I haven't felt really awake at all since I've been in China, not once.  Always dazed.