hong kong

i think there must be just one architect in the whole world who does airports. each airport i've experienced, all over the planet, could easily be just another terminal in the same complex. they all have the plastic walls, and the atria, and the same variations on people-moving technology, from moving walkways to trams to little carpet-crunching cars.

 

here in hong kong, in the lounge, which feels like it's on the other side of the golf course from the lounge at LAX. except at this one, one side is a floor-to-ceiling picture window, a football field long, that looks out at the tarmac and some sort of mist-enshrouded mountain or big bluff.

 

it's nearly 8 am sunday here, and i'm not sure what time it is in new york, but i think it's yesterday afternoon. our flight to ho chih minh city leaves in an hour.

 

business class cathay pacific was comfortable enough to completely negate most of the negative things about long flights. for all my awake hours on the fifteen-hour flight, i happily watched movies and tv, read my book, and stuffed my face, all with my feet up. i actually slept, although fitfully, for 6 and a half hours or so. monica slept like a baby. at the end of the day, it's still not a bed, and i wasn't able to escape the pounding headache and stiff neck that comes from passing out on a plane, but that's a small consideration. it was nice! and it was the first plane that i can remember taking that has stairs on it. i flew on the second floor!

 

i just took a shower in the 'shower wing' and donned my stinky clothes again. i'm psyched to get the last leg over with, and start to learn about vietnam.