Time-travel

Touchdown in Hong Kong after a very, very long "day." Why put "day" in quotation marks, you ask? Because, at this point, several compounding factors have terribly skewed my concept of what a "day" actually is. I have a habit of staying up all night on the eve of a long trip, so I got one hour of sleep before Teta took me to the airport on Wednesday morning. I connected in San Francisco, my 13.5 hour flight left the Bay at 1:30PM and arrived in Hong Kong at 6:30PM the next calendar day. (That would be today, for me... tomorrow, for you.)

Such a source of bewilderment, that darned International Date Line. A whole calendar day, gone! Poof! Forever! Never to be had again! I feel robbed. I demand a credit-day to redeem at a time of my choosing.

The poor girl sitting next to me on the flight, germ face-mask and all... every time I coughed she would recoil in horror in an attempt to avoid contracting any diseases that I might be carrying.

Sorry. I digress.

So, I get into Hong Kong without a plan of attack... you know, no reservations or anything. I hopped on a bus to get into the city and realized that maybe, just maybe, it would have been advantageous to make plans for sleeping accommodations. I exited the bus at a random stop after seeing the name of a hostel that I recognized from my Lonely Planet guide book only to discover that this particular establishment was not a hostel at all, but a horse-betting business. At that point, I'm left to wander a random area of Hong Kong with no earthly idea where I am or where I should go. After wandering around in the rain for three quarters of an hour (yes, it was raining), I happened upon a train station. Phew!

I got my act together, looked through my guide book, found an area of town with a few cheap guesthouses, jumped on the train, found one of the said guesthouses, checked in, and that brings us to the present.

Oh, yeah. I snapped a couple of pictures with my camera, but I bungled that one, too. Instead of taking the USB cable to transfer pictures to my computer, I took the memory-stick-adapter-thingee (hooray for saving space!) only to realize that it doesn't fit my new computer. So until I buy the correct apparatus, I'm limited to my webcam. So, here are two pictures depicting my little room and the Hong Kong hundred-dollar-bill, which is quite epic when compared to the mundane pictures of dead white dudes on US dollars. Why settle for a lowly human when you can have a fierce-ass lion?