Greetings from Hong Kong

There are going to be Typeo's in this, so i'm just going to apologize once and let it be. I am writing this from an internet cafe near my hostel, where the air is so thick with the noise of pre-teen boys playing video games that i can scarcely hear myself think. Unless i bring ear plugs next time, I'm going to have to find a different place to write this.

My flights to HK were surprisingly uneventful, other than having to get up at 4 am and travel for more than 30 hours before i reached my destination. Although I was assigned a middle seat, I managed to snag a window seat in the exit row on my flight to LAX by simply waiting until the end to get on the plane and sitting in the empty seat. A nice way to start off my morning. I did have to leave and re-enter security at the Tom Bradley international terminal, but that was blessedly uneventful. AND my bag, which was checked through from united to cathay pacific (not in the same airline alliance) actually made it on my flight. phenomenal. To hong kong, I had a window seat with no one in the middle, which I felt was really a gift.

Some observations from the flight: I have given up on ordering the vegetarian meal on future flights. It is always completely unimaginative, and never ever contains dessert. Do they think that people who don't eat meat also don't eat cheesecake? Well in my case, at least, they would be wrong. A Good Year is a truly wretched movie, bearing absolutely no resemblance to the very mediocre book by Peter Mayle. I'm surprised he didn't revoke the naming rights after seeing it. The fastest living indian is an even worse movie. Anything starring anthony hopkins was at least worth a chance in my book, but not this one. I gave up after about 1/2 hour of unintelligible jibberish. And no matter how hard you try, you are going to really, really stink after travelling halfway around the world