I landed here hungry and tired. We landed at 1:30pm but the airline didn’t serve lunch. So after clearing the security inspection, I searched high and low for something substantial from a franchise or restaurant that wasn’t American and familiar. I landed at the Red Lantern where I feasted on dimsum, chicken feet and some glorious steamed pork buns. Jasmine tea that tasted as authentic as can be — and of course, washed down the feast with Coke light. I headed straight for the gate where my flight was set to leave 2 hours hence, and so I’m here.
I’ve tried texting people back home that I’m heading their way but the signal might not be too good. I am feeling heady for lack of sleep. While I managed to nap on the first leg, I didn’t really get to sleep, no thanks to this ill-mannered passenger seated to my left in a three-seat middle aisle row of chairs. I managed to survive the flight without bopping him in the head or telling him off for his elbows landing near my mid-section, and for his knees constantly rubbing against mine. If it were Brad Pitt, I wouldn’t have minded, but he was loud, uncouth and looking for first class legroom on a coach budget.
It’s only 3:30 and the clouds in Hong Kong are overcast.
Hong Kong was my first trip outside the Philippines, and I was lucky it was for business and not pleasure so I got treated to some of the more expensive restaurants in the territory, and I even managed to view the storeys – tall mural of the Shangri-La. After two trips here, I have not gone back to visit — only to pass through.
Oops.. battery running out on me.. have to publish and cut out now.. until I land in Manila, that is!