The food on the airplane was excellent. The 20-hour flight however left me with a really aching back.

I took a Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong that stopped for refueling in Anchorage, Alasaka. Needless to say I was frisked and had to run my shoes through the metal detector. I wonder if it was because of my piercings, and though the security guard told me I was being frisked because we were stopping at a U.S. state two other men, one Caucasian and one Filipino, were not.

Hong Kong is very intimidating. I get by with my choppy Cantonese fine, though about half the time I didn't bother and talked to people in English. There's this marketplace I've dubbed "suicide lane" because trucks are forever backing through or driving into it even though it's busier with street traffic than Spadina on Saturday morning, and I'm surprised more people aren't hurt as traffic seems to move at twice the speed of Montreal, with 5 times the people.

The scenery is depressing. Although I am in awe of this new city my eyes are still very sore from what appears to be a hundred skyscrapers and numerous mountains stripped bare. Wing Yee told me the mountains can't support trees because it's a concrete city; it's too bad because they look so... dead.

Furthermore, I can see what everybody means when they say Hong Kong is crowded. So much so that street signs hang waaay over the street, covering both lanes, and laundry hangs out of windows 50 floors up for everyone to see. As for the skyscrapers well they make Toronto's residential buildings look like grass in a forest. Everything is up, way up.

I'm in an internet cafe trying to navigate through my favourite web sites, with Chinese tabs. Good thing I surf so much I know everything off by heart.

That's it for now. I don't know how much I slept last night but it doesn't matter... I'm up at 4:15 p.m. Monday Hong Kong time, while my body is operating at 3:15 a.m. Monday Toronto time. *yawn*

My new home

Sabah, here I come!

That's the end?

Too bad... it was so much fun.