Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Flight cancellation = prime nause.

Hong Kong is an amazingly crazy place, more on that when I'm cotching in Sydney. In other news I've lost my wash bag for a perhaps record breaking third time in seven days, so any toothbrush, toothpaste, soap or razor donations are more than welcome.

I'm currently listening to a rather non plussed old American man shouting at a most probably innocent receptionist.

"What kinda god damn airplane port is this anyway?"

Yes, he said airplane port.

Hong Kong, I'll be back.

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