After fifteen hours and twenty-six minutes in the air, or perhaps a bit more, I’m officially in Hong Kong. At the moment, as you can see by this first image, I’m not quite in Hong Kong, but still on the edges near the airport where we will be camped for the next few days.
It’s been fifteen years since I’ve been here, and I realize I don’t remember a thing.
Like I expected I would, I woke first at 1:30AM, then again at 3AM, 4AM, 5AM and then finally decided to go have a look around before I lost my mind. Not much open in these parts at that time, but I made what I could. Our hotel is in the Cathay City area of the airport, which is basically an entire area comprised solely of Cathay Pacific…stuff. Offices, flight simulation, hotel, etc. Tells you the size of the operation. Lots of concrete and a blue/yellow haze of early morning fog.
What’s interesting is the minute you step outside the hotel you begin to feel the climate, which is a blend of just a hint of cool with the smell and sound of the tropics. Bird calls, mountain tops and industry all saddled up right next to one another.
FAST FORWARD TWELVE HOURS
Okay, back in my room and this WordPress blog is not feeling well. I can only post one image per post for some reason. And, I know as much about writing code as I do about how to compete in a chainsaw cutting contest which happens to be what is on the television in my room. When did lumberjacking become so popular in Asia? Really? Is this our best export? Please Asia, don’t think Americans run around with chainsaw dreams. But wait, do professional chainsaw competitors have groupies? Man, I don’t even want to think about that….
Anyhow, back to the point at hand, Hong Kong. In short, if you haven’t been here, it’s an international city. It’s more European than American, so think London not New York. Londoners are a rare breed, uncompromising in their view of Mother London, but they are quick to offer praise to the Pearl that is Hong Kong.
As for me, yet to really dive in. That happens tomorrow when the “competition” part of my trip begins and ends, at least in the physical sense. My plan you ask??? I don’t have one. In essence my plan was to not plan. I’ve found in the past, on remote, foreign outings, my plan was usually tossed out minutes after setting food in country, and the most interesting things I found, and brought back, were those found through human connection and from my soles walking the streets.
Now, before me, sits a horrid tangle of cables, all plugged into the same borrowed power strip. I’ve got two phones charging, one in Chinese, a computer, two camera batteries and just for the heck of it I might plug in the hair dryer just to see what happens. Hey, it’s not my hotel!
Okay, I was going to keep writing but the lumberjacking contest on TV now has two women log rolling and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so amazing. I must go.