6 March 2014
Double decker metal tube
My flight from Sydney to Hong Kong was about 9 hours and as mentioned, on board an Airbus A380. I have been on one before, they are much like being on a 747, once you are onboard you have no idea theres just as many people above or below you.
Todays flight according to the captain had only 220 people on it, so less than half full. What this meant for me is I had an entire block of 4 seats to myself, but no upgrade.
There was a mother with 3 children in front of me, the baby was well enough behaved, but a 3 year old boy ate all the crap food they kept offering and about 7 hours into the flight decided to bounce around on the seats like they were a trampoline.
Predictably, and I mean I sat there saying to myself hes about to die, he eventually bounced backwards off the end chair whos arm doesnt go up and flipped backwards into the aisle cracking his head on the ground.
He screamed for a while, but perhaps being already somewhat retarded it will make little or no difference. The best part was a Chinese woman came over and picked him up and gave the mother a piece of her mind, loudly.
I chose not to eat either of the meals, instead I watched among other things, The Wolf of Wall Street, which I stole and put on my ipad. The main reason is this is a 3 hour movie, perhaps overrated but it is long.
Arriving into Hong Kong was faster than ever before, within minutes of the wheels hitting the ground I had passed through customs, got my bag, bought a SIM card and bought the MTR train pass thing. The train was of course waiting for me as they seem to always be here.
Enough boring text, I am tired and unfunny. Tomorrow this blob will be edited, maybe.
Heres the above mentioned block of 4 seats. If I so wanted to I could raise the armrests and make a bed. I didnt.
Now to please my mother, who is the only person who reads this besides me I think, heres some hotel room photos.
I think this hotel is $100 AUD a night, it actually has a bedroom, and a lounge room, each with their own tv and desk, and a fairly workable kitchen.
The bathroom is small but the shower stripped a layer of skin off me. Its also on the 21st floor.
Final boring hotel photo.
I was hungry so had to go for a walk to find dinner, along the way I found a fountain with big buildings. It was a tiny bit rainy, it looked like fog and pollution when landing but maybe its just rain.
Its also only about 16C, cooler than forecast. None the less I get about in my shorts and t-shirt whilst everyone else has puffer jackets and gloves.
To repair the damage to my immune system and hip and knee cartilidge from being encased in a metal tube for so many hours, Pho was in order.
It was good, but not as good as what I would normally get in Adelaide, less herbs, not enough chilli, and the slices of beef were too big.
Also being a Pho snob I prefer hand cut rice noodles made in the shop, none of this packet crap. Pho Ba Ria 2 on Hanson road is still the best.