Spent 3 days in Hong Kong and pretty much was the epitome of a tourist-camera around my neck and all. My favorite part was the big Buddha-it's literally the biggest Buddha that has ever been man made and it took a super scary cable car ride and a hike up to see, but worth it. I wanted to leave a gift, as expected, but all I had in my bag was chapstick, a camera, sunglasses, Purell and a packet of Emergen-C. Nothing appropriate, but I did attempt to leave the packet of vitamins, but reconsidered once I saw the millions of flowers, oranges, candles, money and other lavious gifts being left. Damn me and my American-ness.
The night life is bumping, as with all night life over here it seems. People are funny, some nice, some super inconsiderate. I now know what it feels like to be a minority and it can be annoying, but then again, I know I stick out and I know I am different and I know that nobody will purposefully make me feel uncomfortable. Does that make sense? I also can't find shoes to fit my size 9 feet over here, which is probably a good thing since I own over 100, BUT good grief...a 9 isn't that big! And I am still proud of this thing called a "booty", but many clothes options over here are "One size fits all" and that ain't true. Ain't no Asian with one of these corn fed Ohio country booties cause I can't find pants either!
The plane ride back was one of the top three worst ones. An Indian girl about age 4 sat behind me and proceeded to kick the tarnations out of my seat, even after I asked FOUR times for her to stop. She also found it fun to play with the tray and window shades and scream at her parents WHO promptly ignored her or just said "Shhh!". She was one of those kids that if you spanked, people would applaud, not judge.
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