After nineteen hours since I woke up this morning, I finally landed in Hong Kong, at which it’s still morning. A day had passed by inside the airplane and I felt like I wanted to die. This sixteen-hour trip was the longest plane ride ever for me. Sitting in front of two giddy and loquacious little kids who behaved as if they had never been in a plane before (and they probably never have been) wasn’t helpful either. I must admit Cathay Airline’s entertainment system is the best I’ve seen. The only good part of this plane ride was blasting K-pop and J-pop and watching Liar Game the movie (I didn’t even know that it was out). The collection was huge and I’d make sure to take full advantage of it on my way back to the U.S.
I have an active imagination especially when I exchange glances (coincidentally) with random handsome boys. There was one such boy in the plane and he looked like the Kevin Zhai of Columbia. I told myself that if he happened to transfer to Fuzhou then I’ll talk to him. It didn’t happen that way and I wouldn’t have spoken to him anyway.
Hong Kong is a strange place. I expected to see skyscrapers and such. And I did. I saw clusters of them. For some reason, perhaps the location, the area surrounding the airport has clusters of really (really) tall, identical buildings scattered throughout, amid really (really) short buildings, ports, and a greenish water body. This view certainly reminds me of my bacteria cultures. After applying antibiotics, only cells with a particular resistant gene survive and they form separate colonies. Each colony (cluster) is different. But every cell in the colony is identical.
Hong Kong is a confusing place. After landing, I asked an airport staff a question in Chinese. She told me she doesn’t speak English. Fine. Next time I asked another staff questions in English. She told me she doesn’t speak English. This pattern repeated several times and I just never seemed to get it right. Some people seemed to be fluent in English and some were obviously not so much so. Some speaks Mandarin perfectly whereas some speak Cantonese only. All these people work at the same place but I feel like I’m at a different place each time I talk to them.
One hour till the flight to Fuzhou departs and today’s journal ends here.
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