Day 2: I Slept in a Food Court

Yes, yes, yes as the title clearly states I slept in a food court. Now, this isn't meant to be some joke about jet lag. No, I literally slept overnight in a food court. Hong Kong International Airport Terminal 2's, after going through customs, food court to be precise. And since last night I can still point out to you where I slept. Probably will for the rest of my life, which could be a couple of days since it's impossible to find good water here. The weirdest thing about sleeping in a food court isn't the fact that it's in a food court; it's that the next morning some poor Asian dude will be eating in the same seat I used as a bed, and may or may not have drooled in. So, Mr. Asian Guy if by some strange set of circumstances you are reading this post. That puddle on your table it wasn't ice.

In case you (and I do mean you since I think one person has read this post in total) were wondering (you shouldn't because it's probably my wife reading this hi honey. Don't forget to buy milk) I slept in the airport because I couldn't check in to my apartment, since my flight landed at midnight. Nope, I had to wait until 10:00 AM to get the key.

It takes about an hour to get from Hong Kong's airport, nice airport btw got to know it well, to the place where I could get my key. The train ride from the airport was pleasant. Air-conditioning, nice views, no crazy people trying to ask if my fantasy novel called The Eye of the World was, "One of them 1985 books." (Yes that happened to me on a Salt Lake train) In any event the ride was nice. The walk from the station to the building where my key was located was not. Nope not in the least bit. Not in one single tiny way was it pleasant. Sure, the heat and humidity could have been worse, but that's like saying, "Oh well instead of getting shot 20 times you got shot 19. But the heat and humidity weren't unbearable, in and of themselves. The stairs combined with my suitcase weighing in at 50 LBS, that was awful! After a while, short while, I felt like Po from Kung Fu Panda trying to pull up his noodle cart. There were a couple of times I had to take a break it got so bad.

So, I get my key and move on to my apartment. To get this next part straight you have to understand, dear reader (again plural because it's my wife, (Also, no your straigthener isn't on it's never on) that I used a service called airbnb to book my room. This is a nice little service that helps travelers like me to find short stay apartments. Airbnb told me my apartment was one Ming Yuen Western Street, which is on the east side of the island. So, I go there. Huh, my key doesn't work. Weird. At the place where I got my key they gave me some papers. I checked them. Nope, on one line it says I am and Des Voeux Street Western. That's on the complete opposite side of the whole bloody island. So I thought, "Well these people can kiss my sweet...(crap I can't swear Mormons might be reading this...that and I am a Mormon but that hasn't stopped me yet) love biscuits." (there for those of you with a sensitivity to swears) Well I go to the complete opposite of the whole bloody island and what do I find, more stairs with my 52 LBS bag. Now, something funny the other name for this street is Dried Seafood Street. For what the Hong Kong people lack in creative street naming they make up for in street naming accuracy. Goodness gracious great balls of fire is that name accurate! Every shop, every restaurant, every single person on that street were selling, making, or buying dried sea food. Squid, some fish I've never seen, shrimp urchin, what I assume was eel, you name the fish it was probably there dried and staring at me. I made it to my apartment safe and sound and fully able to write about this experience for you to laugh at me. Not with me, if it wasn't for the dehydration that came from this trek I would probably be crying.

Well I love you (again speaking only to my wife. If by some miracle you aren't my wife then you are reading this via FB and then I either like you as a friend or tolerate you as a FB "friend" because I find your posts entertaining) and I wish you a very fond farewell. Until next time true believer(s).