So this is just a long explanation for why this is kind of a random, scattered entry. Not that it matters, I guess. I mean, you're obviously not here for the scintillating writing with the kind of exquisite grammar that would make E.B. White award me the "E" in his name for "Excellent."
Alright, I pretty much figured out that God (I'm not Christian, by the way) really wanted me to go on my trip. First of all, I discovered that the Airport Cityflyer bus stop is only five minutes away from my flat rather than the fifteen minutes that I previously thought. Because of that, I took my sweet time heading over to the stop (instead of the usual high-strung rush to get a taxi to take the Airport Express), only to have the bus pull out and leave me behind.
A note: two types of buses will get you to and from the airport. The A buses, which are strictly airport buses, and the E buses, which take you around the island where the airport is. The E buses are cheaper than the A ones, but they take FOREVER because the bus stops for everyone and their auntie. Also, the E buses don't stop outside the main entrance of the terminals, they take you to some underground parking dungeon where you have to take a lift to the main floors.
The A buses are really quick. They're not as fast as the Airport Express, but they are a LOT cheaper. Plus, you get to take some nice pictures like this:
There is also the N bus, which is the after-hours bus. Since the Airport Express doesn't run for 24 hours, if your flight arrives past 11 at night and you don't want to splurge on a taxi, you can just take any of the N buses (they are basically the night versions of the A buses). Here's more information about the buses and their respective routes.
Anyway, to return to God's plan for me, I was tsk-ing the bus for not waiting for me, and I decided to take my passport and documents out of my bag to check my flight time. At which point, I found out that I had forgotten my passport (this is the first time this has ever happened, I blame it on my torrential period). If I had managed to get on the bus, I would have been on my way to the airport without a passport!
So I trekked back to the flat, grabbed my passport and a drink (no flight is complete without a little firewater), and just as I got back to the stop, another A bus pulled up.
At the airport, I discovered a very important thing: there is now a 7-11 on the Arrivals floor. Also, I noticed that the Popeye's on the Departure floor was already open. I've never eaten at Popeye's before, but I'd always been curious about it ever since Clipse convinced me of its baller status. Alas, there was no CL (whatever that is, I really don't know shit about cars) around to help me complete my flossing.
This video never fails to make me hungry and want to lick my fingers.
I wasn't hungry, so I decided on a biscuit. It looked really good, and while I was unwrapping it, I noticed a little mainlander kid staring at me enviously, so I did a little premature My Girlfriend is a Gumiho dance of "This shit is gonna be GOOD. You mad, kid? Yeah, you stay mad right thurr."
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But God didn't approve of my showing off, and I ended up dropping the biscuit mid-dance without even having taken a bite.
You know what, though? My Buddhist beliefs allowed me to humbly take the loss, and I went back for another biscuit, and the staff, after laughing their asses off, took pity on me and gave me extra packets of honey.
Verdict: tiny and a bit expensive at HKD7 for a single biscuit, but tastes pretty damn good. Clipse was right. So, after all that sugar, I ended up falling asleep and missing out on the boarding call, but a really stressed-out staffer managed to wake me up in time and I got on the flight.
See? God really wanted me to learn humility and get on the plane.
Anyway, some really terrible things came up during my trip that I was expecting to happen, and I'll leave it at that. Still, I managed to capture this picture on Thursday evening. Kind of reminds you that something beautiful always shows up every day if you just pay attention.
