Open Market

No trip to Hong Kong is complete without a trip to one of the many open aired markets. Now we didn't get to see frogs on grills, but I'm sure they were there. We only had limited time because we had to be back to the hotel by 2 for our ride to the port. So Maura and I spent about 2 hours scouring the treasures of the Orient. That was just about an hour and 45minutes more than I needed. Maura is a shopper. More on that later.

While we were cruising the market wares, we kept seeing signs with 2 feet on them. We guessed them to be the universal sign for foot massage, or pedicure. After going on about 6 wild foot chases, and I do mean wild, through alleys, up rickety staircases, down into basements, we decided to head back to the hotel and talk to the concierge about a decent foot masseur.

Running on Empty

We made it. Off the plane, through customs and to our luggage. May I just tell you that when you have traveled this far, and land in a foriegn country, there is nothing better than to see someone with a sign that has your name on it. Our driver loaded us in our limo, and took us to our 5 star hotel. It was probably about 7:45pm when we arrived. We were greeted with tea in our room. It was served in a basket container, which Maura proceeded to spill all over the floor. Remember now, she was next to a 2 year old for 16 hours.
Once we had some tea, we decided to see what the night life had to offer. It's Saturday night. Maura has been up for 32 hours and I am not exactly running on all cylinders. So we walk about 3 blocks, and head back to the hotel. We decided to have some dim-sum in the lounge while listening to the piano player tickle the ivories. How old am I?

Hong Kong or Bust

Finally the day arrived when it was time to go. Thank God for Kris, who didn't think twice when I asked for a ride to the airport at 5am. My flights are always at such ungodly hours. I would also like to thank God for Valerie, who equipped me with ambien for the flights going and coming home. At this point I would just like to tip my hat to Sara, who has done this flight with 2 girls under the age of 4. You should be canonized. The flight to San Francisco was a breeze. When we boarded the flight to Hong Kong, a passenger in front of me wanted to see if anyone around her would switch seats, so she could have her sister near her. Maura and I had opposite aisle. I didn't see any harm in changing seats, so I switched. Little did I know her sister came with a 2 year old.

So while Maura is in the back looking for extra space in the overhead storage to stuff the reincarnate of Rosemary's baby, I am nestled in my aisle seat with an open middle seat sleeping like the dead. No good deed......