Thursday 1.20.11

Sometime during the flight, I crossed the international date-line. But for all intents and purposes, it was not Thursday until I landed in Hong Kong. First thing I did was grab a smoke with my buddy, thank god for smoking rooms. After, we went our separate ways. I passed through the next security check-point, and noticed that some Indian woman was being questioned about her small can of mace. I couldn’t help but laugh a little because of two language barriers between them. The security guard could speak minimal English, barely managing to announce to travelers that they need to put their mobile phones through the scanner, and the old Indian lady who could not explain what the can of mace was. After the checkpoint, I had to get to my gate, the terminal in Hong Kong is huge and requires the use of a small underground rail system to ferry people from the checkpoint to their various gates. I had found my gate and called my mom, told her about my flight then skyped another one of my home friends. As I was finishing up one of my calls, a lady came up to me and asked if I was calling America, I responded yes and loaned her my ipod (which I was using to make calls). My registration date for classes was on the 19th, but obviously enough, I was mid air and couldn’t not register, thankfully I receive an email saying that I needed to register and thankfully the given time was within the period that I was sitting in the airport. Once boarded, my plane sat at the gate for a good half hour, they cited control tower problems and I wanted to stay up until at least the plane took off. Once it did, I passed out and didn’t wake until we were landed in Manila.