The Day before...
I have learnt something in this week, planning vacations does not really make much sense, well atleast for me.
Ever since B moved to Hong Kong, its been on right on top of my must visit places and I just want to be silly brilliant by planning it well. What was I thinking coz while I was still trying to figure out when,how,how many days,bookings....I didnt quite believe that I would be writing this from HK!! and to think that it took less than 3 days to make those questions marked thoughts to loud lets say screeching exclamations!
The day of my departure was far from hassle free, had truckloads of things to do and a three truckloads of people to please. I find it funny, dont mean to be mean, but why do friends and family insist on meeting you just before you leave for the airport? Is it that they don't expect to see me again or don't want to? How much sense do conversations make at this time anyways, actually its the other person conversing, I just say yes,ok or smile/giggle works great when you want to shut yourself from pointless conversations :)Especially when you are still trying to reason with yourself about whats to be taken and whats not, reasoning it with Ma about why the sniffer dog at the airport does not like the smell of her secret masala or mysore pak or molaga podi! Appa is trying to add some sense to the chaos, chiding me for doing too many things at the last minute. But you know you never plan to do things in the last minute they just choose the last minute to screw you up bad!!
Finally got 2 suitcases packed - 1/2 with my stuff and 1 and 1/2 with not my stuff. I started wondering if I was the traveller at all, it did not matter. However, I slyly smuggled a bottle of French wine for my B's wine collection. I was still far from done becasue I now had a party to attend on the other side of town, accepting to go was not the best desicion for the evening that too towing my luggage along. It was an impulse, what to do.
Left my punch unfinished and headed to the airport, once again in an opposite direction. The traffic was the usual misbehaved self and the 365 day road repairs just added a kick to the long route.
I hate the whole drill of scanning, checking in, stamping, filling out forms, again checking, never ending lines and formalities......it somehow deflates my spirit. One reason why I prefer trains, so much more simpler. That thought was random, forget it.
I always have this constant luck with cranky kids, loud teenagers, screaming parents in my line, by this time I just want to sleep. And I did sleep in installments with a stiff back and a sore bum!
I said to myself, " few more hours sweety, Hong Kong is going to be a dream". Ahh....little did I know that I was night dreaming and I had a day mare in store for me as soon as I set foot in this new counrty.
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