Get Out and Get Lost

I am now out of the country.
In Hong Kong airport, waiting for my flight.

My impression of Hong Kong, despite the amazing skylines as we flew in, is probably marred by the fact I spent most my time asleep, repacking, or waiting for a bus to take me to the airport at 3:30am outside a "massage parlour" (great place for a bus-stop*) in whatever ghetto my hotel was in.

But my meal was good. And the airport, while being f***ing huge, is pretty good (free internet for waiting passengers).

Oky I'm off I do NOT want to miss my flight (Sorry Hong Kong, I do not like you).

*probably is for those who get a massage and need to get to back home to their families.