The Blog of E.M. FitzGerald

The last couple of days in Hong Kong seemed to last forever. It was sunny, which was quite nice but since we had already done all the tourist stuff there was nothing to do but shop. I hate shopping, with nothing less than an unholy zeal. I don’t need to buy anything, and yet it seems that all there is to do in Hong Kong is shop. What a bummer. In the last couple of days we visited a few malls that had free xbox 360 games to play, and spent way too long there because we were bored. The same old routine kept us going. Wake up late, walk around, eat lunch, find somewhere to go, go there, spend as much time there as possible, eat dinner, go to Starbucks and have dessert and coffee, go to 7-11 to buy water and other foodstuffs, return to the hostel room and watch bad Hong Kong TV before a night of miserable sleep. Can you tell I didn’t really enjoy Hong Kong? You would be right on the money.

Finally it was the day to leave. I had a double espresso the night before to keep me awake so that I could sleep on the plane. Getting to the airport was simple, we just walked up the street a ways to the bus stop and got the same bus that we had taken to the hostel back to the airport, the good ole’ A21. Getting the airport we had 2 hours to burn, so we walked everywhere. Nick discovered that one cannot bring water onto the plane anymore (news to me), and we eventually boarded.

Luckily it was not a full flight, so we had a seat in the middle of our row separating us. This provided a space for all the pillows and what not. I merrily put on my eye shades and ear plugs, and set in to pass out. I managed to nearly get there too, I was just on the edge when I was woken up by the damn Cathay Pacific stews. They were serving lunch or something along those lines. I was not happy. I try my best to sleep on planes and usually don’t, so when I am nearly there and get woken, I am obviously upset. Anyway, I ate the shoddy airplane food.

The service from the flight attendants on this flight was piss poor, and they were very rude. I will never be flying Cathay Pacific again, the curs. I watched an abysmal film called “Clash of the Titans”, which to be honest was nothing better than a 2 hour waste of my life. After that I dallied around a bit, finally settling on a few episodes of Top Gear that I had already seen, as well as a biopic about Steve Mcqueen which I found to be quite interesting. By the time that finished, the plane was landing and I was back in the States.

Of course then there was immigration which took a solid 30 minutes because of undermanned booths. In addition, for some reason customs was slow as hell too, all of which added to my prior annoyance. Needless to say, I was not enjoying the flying experience. Luckily I escaped the airport and caught the airporter after about 20 minutes. Whisked away from Thailand, Hong Kong and SFO, I was on my way back to the bay.

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