CHAPTER 4
Did I finally leave? Yes, I did!
Still at the airport and hungry, I went to the Food Court. I believe any place should be experienced through food. People who travel with me complain that I eat every stop I make during a tour. I am not a very nature person (The only reason I want to be eco-friendly is because I don't want the world with me in it to die) so I cannot enjoy the rainbow or the lush green mountains. The only way I make a connection with a place is by feeling something (water/wind/cold/heat) or by eating something. So I decided to make my connection with Hong Kong by eating some real Chinese food. I looked at the menu and went for the most Hong Kong - ish dish I could find.
The E-Fu noodle. The dish by itself was great it was some flat noodles cooked with chewy strips of some vegetable. Bland yet flavorful. I was starting to enjoy it and that was when it struck me, the chewy portion was just too chewy. I know no chewy vegetables. What was I eating? I almost went back to ask the lady who sold it to me, then wondered if I really wanted to know? I tried to keep eating but it felt like I was eating something I wouldn't if I knew what it was. I left the plate in the trash and moved to the other end of the Food Court. Later Google research showed that the chewy part was just mushrooms. Damn! I was still hungry and scared to eat, so I bought chocolates. Chocolates for lunch, how cool is that?
I wondered if I should get outside the airport for some Hong Kong air but decided against it. I lost my warning remember? What if somebody put another pepper spray in my bag, huh? So I just roamed about looking at people. Looking at people is a fun way to pass time(Albeit not in staring-ey stalker kind of way, that is just plain creepy). Making up back stories for each of them that lead up to the current hour making them characters in your one happy story is even better. (I am a happy-ending fanatic! People who give sad endings to good stories are cruel. Period.)
Weather in Hong Kong was bad they said (It looked good to me!) and we had to wait for for two more hours before we could get on. So I waited for another hour for the gate number to be displayed and another half hour waiting at the gate mentioned when I thought I heard something. It was in Chinese, so I waited for the English version to come up. Maybe my flight was getting delayed again. This is what the message said "Hey morons, wake up (or don't!)! We know you are waiting up at Gate 21 but that's not where you flight's gonna be. It is gonna be at gate 65 and we know you don't know where it is. So, Good luck finding it and getting out of this country. By the way you flight is not delayed any further and boarding will stop 20 minutes before scheduled departure." (In their defence, those were not the words they used). Okay the departure was in half hour and I had 10 minutes to find a gate I didn't know existed. So I did what any sane person would do, followed the nice people who ran in front of me. Before you judge, I knew they were on the same flight.
Okay, the path from gate 21 to gate 65 was very straight forward. You had to go down two floors, take a train and climb up two floors. I had only seen three airports so far and had no idea that there would be a train in an airport, Good thing I followed the nice people! Well I was there in 12 minutes and I did not see a queue. What the 20 minute thing was serious? No that is true. Only that when they said the flight was not delayed any further and when they used the present tense to indicate the flight's presence in the airport, they were kidding. Gotcha! After all running around in my sore blistered feet, I had another 45 minutes to relax. All you airport people, I am trying to make a good memory of Hong Kong and none of this is helping.
When I finally got on the flight, I was relieved. I was going to a country where I had one warning left.
Did I finally leave? Yes, I did!
Still at the airport and hungry, I went to the Food Court. I believe any place should be experienced through food. People who travel with me complain that I eat every stop I make during a tour. I am not a very nature person (The only reason I want to be eco-friendly is because I don't want the world with me in it to die) so I cannot enjoy the rainbow or the lush green mountains. The only way I make a connection with a place is by feeling something (water/wind/cold/heat) or by eating something. So I decided to make my connection with Hong Kong by eating some real Chinese food. I looked at the menu and went for the most Hong Kong - ish dish I could find.
The E-Fu noodle. The dish by itself was great it was some flat noodles cooked with chewy strips of some vegetable. Bland yet flavorful. I was starting to enjoy it and that was when it struck me, the chewy portion was just too chewy. I know no chewy vegetables. What was I eating? I almost went back to ask the lady who sold it to me, then wondered if I really wanted to know? I tried to keep eating but it felt like I was eating something I wouldn't if I knew what it was. I left the plate in the trash and moved to the other end of the Food Court. Later Google research showed that the chewy part was just mushrooms. Damn! I was still hungry and scared to eat, so I bought chocolates. Chocolates for lunch, how cool is that?
I wondered if I should get outside the airport for some Hong Kong air but decided against it. I lost my warning remember? What if somebody put another pepper spray in my bag, huh? So I just roamed about looking at people. Looking at people is a fun way to pass time(Albeit not in staring-ey stalker kind of way, that is just plain creepy). Making up back stories for each of them that lead up to the current hour making them characters in your one happy story is even better. (I am a happy-ending fanatic! People who give sad endings to good stories are cruel. Period.)
Weather in Hong Kong was bad they said (It looked good to me!) and we had to wait for for two more hours before we could get on. So I waited for another hour for the gate number to be displayed and another half hour waiting at the gate mentioned when I thought I heard something. It was in Chinese, so I waited for the English version to come up. Maybe my flight was getting delayed again. This is what the message said "Hey morons, wake up (or don't!)! We know you are waiting up at Gate 21 but that's not where you flight's gonna be. It is gonna be at gate 65 and we know you don't know where it is. So, Good luck finding it and getting out of this country. By the way you flight is not delayed any further and boarding will stop 20 minutes before scheduled departure." (In their defence, those were not the words they used). Okay the departure was in half hour and I had 10 minutes to find a gate I didn't know existed. So I did what any sane person would do, followed the nice people who ran in front of me. Before you judge, I knew they were on the same flight.
Okay, the path from gate 21 to gate 65 was very straight forward. You had to go down two floors, take a train and climb up two floors. I had only seen three airports so far and had no idea that there would be a train in an airport, Good thing I followed the nice people! Well I was there in 12 minutes and I did not see a queue. What the 20 minute thing was serious? No that is true. Only that when they said the flight was not delayed any further and when they used the present tense to indicate the flight's presence in the airport, they were kidding. Gotcha! After all running around in my sore blistered feet, I had another 45 minutes to relax. All you airport people, I am trying to make a good memory of Hong Kong and none of this is helping.
When I finally got on the flight, I was relieved. I was going to a country where I had one warning left.
lol dadanda.. Crazy and Cool :) so they don't have any statute of limitations against pepper spray warnings ha??? Think passing it off as a body spay wld have wrked :D
ReplyDeleteThat would have been hard, considering the label said "PEPPER SPRAY" in BOLD!!
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