Now, where did I leave off? Right, landing in Shanghai, China.
It had been a long journey from the airport in Los Angeles to Shanghai: 20-plus hours if you consider crossing the date line. Mei Sheng was as calm upon landing as he had been in flight. Like a good veterinarian, Dr. Morris had brought with him a prescription that could be administered to Mei Sheng in the event that he began to show signs of stress. It could be mixed into honey and be hand fed to him. “Happy honey,” as he referred to it; a little something to take the edge off of any anxiety-causing scenarios for an animal. We never had to use it, and Dr. Morris had not anticipated needing it for such a well adjusted, young, and healthy animal for this transport. I, on the other hand, found myself more anxious than Mei Sheng in many instances. He turned out to be my “happy honey” with how well he responded to so many new exposures. Just prior to landing he had another snack and some more water, which was a good thing because the fun was just beginning. Upon the plane’s docking the cargo door was opened. The plane crew and airport crew exchanged niceties while Chinese customs officials were boarding. Not far behind them…the media. Dr. Morris handed over the necessary documents to the appropriate officers. I interpreted the exchange to mean our sweet boy was now China’s responsibility. I expected he’d be whisked away to facilities out of our access. I was pleasantly surprised that this was not the case.
The officials, the media, and, I’m guessing, a VIP or two sprinkled among the group had obviously been waiting as anxiously for Mei Sheng’s safe arrival as we had. Dr. Morris and officials looked into Sheng’s crate. As people approached and looked in at him he peered out at them likewise. I didn’t expect so much media attention so soon but they were eager to share with their audience how their most recent participant in giant panda conservation handled the trip. Reminiscent of the very questions all of you bloggers had, they shared in kind: How is Mei Sheng doing? How and what did he do in flight? Was he comfy? In addition, they asked, “How will the people in San Diego feel about his departure?” Just goes to show we are not so different in our concern for the animals in our charge.
Once again Sheng relieved any of my anxiety that may have resurfaced with the surge of people now sharing the cargo hold with us. If I had to guess what he was thinking about all this, it would be “wonder what all the fuss is about.” Oblivious that he was the center of attention, his transport pallet started moving slowly through the hold to the elevator towards Chinese terra firma. Of course, the media were waiting. Dr. Morris thought there might have been fewer media present for Sheng than for Hua Mei’s arrival. Changes in security measures apparently reduced the numbers allowed onto the tarmac. This was just fine with me because it looked like plenty in my eyes. A very long red banner about 16 feet long was unfurled. Written in Chinese characters was a welcome home message meant for our boy. It read “Welcome Mei Sheng Home Ceremony”. Meanwhile Sheng and his luggage were being trailered away from the tarmac in preparation for his sleepover in Shanghai. Still he sat awake in his crate watching all the buzz. Once in the transport vehicle we had one more media pit stop to make and that is where all the rest of the media cameras, reporters, and newspapers were waiting their chance to ask the burning questions about Mei Sheng’s trip.
Finally on our way, we drove about 30 minutes to Shanghai’s equivalent of the San Diego Zoo’s Wild Animal Park. Dr. Desheng, the veterinarian at Wolong’s panda research facility, would meet us there. It was dark, but we could tell it was a very large park. The buses and vans parked in the parking lot made it apparent that was how guests toured this large facility. Mei Sheng was spending the night in one of the empty holding pens near the hospital. In the morning, we needed to board a 3-hour flight to Chengdu. From there, the last leg of the journey would be a 4-hour drive to Wolong.
Another forklift ride to the building and manpower got him secured into the bedroom. That is where I met Scott. Scott was going to be Mei Sheng’s keeper once he got to Wolong. It was comforting that he had come so early in the journey to meet Sheng, observe his behaviors, and let Mei Sheng see him with me. The room felt small with Sheng’s crate, me, Scott, vets, and officials. All of Sheng’s luggage made the trip, so we thought it a good opportunity to offer him more biscuits, some apple, more water, and bamboo, which he hadn’t had since Los Angeles. Everything was going swimmingly until Scott and I lowered some bamboo through the top access door of his crate. Well! Apparently one of the bamboo pieces must have poked him because it startled him. I have never seen Mei Sheng be an aggressive animal, but let me tell you: our sweet, gentle-natured panda turned into a big male panda before my eyes. He barked at us, swept his paw across the crate floor, jaw chomped, and gave a good lunge towards the front of the crate as if to say, anthropomorphically again, “Look, it’s been a long day and I’m tired of you people.” I don’t think it a stretch to say he was probably just as tired as the rest of us. By this time we were all staring an almost 30-hour day in the face. We gave him the space he needed. We cleared out of the building, leaving him with his rations for the night. We kind of lingered just outside the building door long enough to ensure that he had quieted down. We wanted to make sure he was comforted and not agitated by the solitude before we ourselves could turn in for the night. I think it was just what he needed following so much hoopla. We didn’t hear another peep. He had been such a champion this whole time, who could blame a fella for one justifiable outburst?
As surprising as it was to watch Sheng, he did not exhibit an abnormal behavior. It wasn’t even worthy of a “happy honey” consideration. He had turned in for the night as we were about to. Good thing too, because we needed to be back at the facility at 5:30 a.m. to transfer Mei Sheng into a smaller crate that would fit onto the plane to Chengdu. Maybe he’d go in easily. Maybe he wouldn’t. For now it was time for him (and us!) to rest. Our journey only half-way finished would continue in a few short hours, so we said good night.
Lisa Bryant is a team area lead at the San Diego Zoo. She will share more about her journey in future blogs, as we want all the details!