If It's Tuesday, It Must Be Hong Kong

The trip is over and it is time to go home. After briefly exploring the shopping malls attached to our hotel, we caught the high speed train back to Hong International Airport.

While on the high speed train, I lost track of what luggage bin I had placed my bag into. The porter was so upset that he nearly cried. He finally located my bag and delivered it to me, hugged me and brought me a drink. Everybody laughed.*

Within minutes, our smoothly gliding train arrived at the airport. Nobody had a chance to sleep. Going through Customs, the officer commented on what a nice camera I had. He even offered to help process images.

Ralph is on a later flight. Alson and I are off and will arrive home soon.



*Ok, none of this really happened – I just couldn't resist after having read Alex’s blog…