Running before the sun

Do you realize that, when you take the midnight flight from san franciso to hong kong, you don't see the sun for 20 hours? Must be what it's like during a Finnish winter!

Theres not much to say about a flight. Fourteen hours cramped into an aluminum tube with 500 strangers. The only seats remaining were the notorious Bs; you know, that seat that is squeezed in between A and C. In seat A was a pleasant Indian chap. He ordered off the Hindu menu. He was nervous, had a very jumpy right leg, and apparently no awareness of personal space etiquette. Honestly, i woke up once and caught him with his head on my left shoulder!

In seat C was the cutesy little Chinese lady,, donning the latest g-force maroon bucket hat and matching windbreaker. She had problems firing out how to use the personal entertainment system (there goes one stereotype), but the cabin crew helper her out and soon she was absorbed in some kooky Chinese soap opera.

Me? I had a seven-hour modern family marathon, laughed half way to hong kong, if you have not seen it, see it!

Romeo my colleague, is on of saying, "you're the only white guy this place". Of course, we only go to lunch international boulevard in Oakland, and white guys don't go down there without an escort. His observation is accurate and foretelling of the rest of this journey.

Next, dragon air to Hanoi, i should bee there in three hours.