hong kong

I'm back at the Hong Kong Airport. Like last year, it is rainy and overcast outside, with a mist along the surrounding mountains. It's kind of pretty for an early morning. The next time I come through here I think I will spend a day or two in Hong Kong. I said that last time too.

The flight to here was fine, other than being very crowded. As we were sitting on the tarmac at in San Francisco waiting to take off, I looked out the window at the wing and thought to myself, "How come planes can fly?" It seems so improbable.

I sat next to a delightful young Indian woman who was going back to India for the first time in 5 years. She had the remarkable ability to sleep sideways in her seat with her feet on the tray table. I am not a big airplane talker, but I talked to her for quite a while.

I watched a great movie on the plane--"Atonement". I loved almost everything about it, particularly the cinematography, which, even on a dinky little airplane screen looked great. I watched it twice, because I fell asleep before it ended the first time. When I wasn't watching the movie, I watched the little navigation screen that tells where the plane is and how fast it is going. It stopped working as we passed Mendocino, and it stayed there for the whole trip. I had a "Lost" sort of thought about how maybe we stopped there too, but we actually landed in Hong Kong, so I guess not. Unless this is a flashback. Hmmmm.

I have 8 hours before I am where I am going. Only about three of those hours are actual flying time.

I though about how improbable it is that I am actually here, and on my way to Ubon.

Planes can fly.