Whew. I just finished a 14 hour flight to Hong Kong. 14 hours, 4 movies, and two meals, locked in a big tube, at 33,000 feet above the ocean. Man. . . . but I am here in Hong Kong. . kind of. .
I really wish I had a layover here in this great city!! I am bummed to be just hanging out in the airport. Kind of like picking up a beautiful guitar, but not being able to play it. Or sitting behind the wheel of a '65 Vette, yet not having the keys.
Being honest, I have always been a bit scared of the unknown. Travel definitely hits a nerve. That I'll be disoriented, or be taken advantage of, or get lost of something. Like most experiences in life though, once I am in it, it is just what it is. Granted, I have not really done anything yet, as I sit in the airport, but I thought I would be nervous arriving, and not know where to go. Quite the opposite. Everyone here has been very open to my lack of knowledge and helped me to my gate. Most of the signs are in english as well. . . whoa. . . the announcer lady over the intercom has a crazy lisp? How did she get this job? ha ha. That is wild.
So I have just a few more hours till I get to singapore and hang out with my friends. I am stoked to see them. whoops. . time to board. I'll be back. . . - M
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You need to write more. : ) Love ya.
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