My first trip to Ikea happened in China! Random.
We were on a mission to find a mattress pad since Chinese beds are a joke. For the last 4 nights I was sleeping on a lattice of metal rods supporting a cold-air chamber of doom. It was miserable and I would wake up each morning with bruised hips and ribs from the metal torture device. So we went to Ikea. Or should I say we had an “Ikea Experience”.
We made an afternoon of it. The Ikea in China is laid out exactly like any other Ikea in the world which means you are required to walk through every room before you leave. For my first trip this was fun but I would expect that going there for just one item would get annoying. You probably leave with much more than originally intended. Like the plush vegetable basket above. Smart Swedes.
On the way we picked up drinking glasses, a laundry basket, and slippers. Yeah, totally random. Finally we reached the mattress section! We found a deliciously comfortable mattress pad for only 150 US dollars. Score!
Before reaching the warehouse, we stopped at the Swedish cafeteria for some lunch. The place was crazy packed on a Wednesday! Looked like it was a popular destination for both Chinese and non-Chinese families. We munched on salmon, beef, salad, potato cakes, and of course… COFFEE. Full and buzzed, we arrived at the massive warehouse and discovered that our mattress pad would not be available until tomorrow’s shipment. Noooooo… another night of torture!
We ended up returning the next night to find the shipment STILL had not arrived. So we bought 1RMB soft-serve cones to soothe ourselves for yet another night of torture.
Two days later we finally had the bundle of comfort and joy in our arms (better than a baby haha) and walked directly into Friday rush hour traffic. Fail. Long story short, we walked to the metro, rode the metro for 30 minutes squished between sweaty people and comfy mattress pad, then walked with said comfy mattress pad for 20 minutes from metro to apartment. We shared the burden and I was sweating and breathing hard from the exertion. Whew.
But it was worth it. No more torture. No more bruised hips. Only delicious sleep on a cloud of comfort. Ahhhhhh…. My first Ikea experience? Hard work with fantastic results. Thanks Sweden!