Hong Kong Part 2

Just as I begin to get my warm and fuzzy feeling back (after a little nap), I am awakened by the smell of the deliciousness that is known as airplane food. Yes, of course I say that tongue in cheek. The ironic thing about airplane food is that it’s like a big “haha” to airline passengers. It smells good just before they serve it but then they pull a “haha, gotcha!” after you take the first few bites. I am always quickly reminded as to why my friend, Keven swapped his food for cake on our first trip to Singapore all those years ago.
After this fabulous gourmet meal, I get up to stretch so that I don’t get a blood clot and end up with an aneurism (I know, I’m such a drama queen). I move about the cabin with the other passengers, all doing the same exercises in silence like a bunch of mimes on acid. We all smile and exchange pleasantries, all the while pointing at the televisions which are showing some dude on the Discovery channel putting a scorpion in his mouth for sport. He then proceeds to lock himself in a glass booth with bees…in his UNDERWEAR. It’s kind of like a classier version of the movie “Jackass” only it strictly involves insects for some reason. I’m ready to get off the plane and we’re only two hours into a fifteen and a half hour flight. Don’t they know my new life is waiting for me???
About halfway into the flight from hell I join the Mile High Club with a hottie named Hugh Jackman from Australia…haha…just kidding, had you fooled, didn’t I? Just making sure you were still paying attention. No but seriously, I begin to get, oh my God, who would have thought…HUNGRY! I’m either getting my appetite back or I’m just bored. I don’t smell appealing aromas coming from the galley and I forgot to get snacks. Thankfully, the sweet, still not smelly, couple next to me offers me an apple, which I gratefully accept and scarf down in record time.
By this time, I’m missing my internet access. I simply cannot accept that they do not have WiFi on this airplane. I’m having withdrawals and am willing to pay any price for it at this point. In fact, I’m even willing to trade the Chinese noodles they just gave me, even though I’m starving, for a chance to get on Facebook for just five little minutes.
Upon arriving in Hong Kong, after nearly 16 hours on an airplane, I dash to the nearest WiFi station and, to my joy, it’s free! So, there I sit in front of the Gucci store enjoying one whole hour of internet surfing and Facebook blogging.
Next stop, SIngapore...where I will joyfully kiss the ground when I arrive.