No padding in water.
The stories about my failure to enter Hong Kong were greatly exagerated. Immigration was all sunshine and lollipops. In fact I nodded three times between immigration and customs, but didn't even breathe a word. Not a problem at all. I don't quite know how to describe Hong Kong right know except that everything seems like a dream (I'm aware of how cliche that sounds).
So far I've ridden an escalator that was almost 3/4 of a mile long, seen a great botanical and zooilogical garden, and a fansicnating exhibit on foot binding at the Hong Kong Medical Museum. No truly crazy adventures though. The law isn't breathing down my back, and monkeys have yet to fling their fieces at me. It looks like I'm in the clear.
I'll write more about the specifics of the trip when I have more time. Super Lucky Seafood Resturant to all of you.
So far I've ridden an escalator that was almost 3/4 of a mile long, seen a great botanical and zooilogical garden, and a fansicnating exhibit on foot binding at the Hong Kong Medical Museum. No truly crazy adventures though. The law isn't breathing down my back, and monkeys have yet to fling their fieces at me. It looks like I'm in the clear.
I'll write more about the specifics of the trip when I have more time. Super Lucky Seafood Resturant to all of you.
posted by Robert at 6/07/2005 11:13:00 PM
4 Comments:
YEAH!
You've arrived.
I am definitely feeling sheepish about all the one way hullabaloo. Sorry bout that.
"No padding in water?"
I know, Paris felt like a dream, too. There's a reason why cliches are cliches. The feeling wore off after the first week.
I hope for your sake some monkeys throw poo at you, or that you see a dead body, or get chased by the mafia, or...
"No Padding in the Water" was a sign I saw in front of a pool of water. I think they were trying to say "no swimming".
Ciao Roberto. I am delighted to be connected to your blog. Take me around the world!
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