Hong Kong from the Airport

The flight from JFK directly was to Hong Kong was uneventful. However, at about hour 13 of a sixteen hour flight I was ready to climb out of the tin can that was zooming across the sky. I was tired of sleeping on my neighbor's arm, and having my legs bumped (thankfully I was an aisle seat) every time someone walked by. I did get to see two movies that I had wanted to see - so that was a plus.




I was also quickly reminded that western breakfasts do not exist in Asian countries. So for the four meals I had on the two flights- I've completed my quota of rice for the summer!