I’m checked in at my Hong Kong hotel for a day of anti jet-lag treatment.
On the flight over I had a British woman sitting two seats to my left who talked for the entire trip. I shit you not. She talked for 11 hours straight, and I’m not sure if she was even taking the time to breathe. The poor guy sitting next to me tried to act as uninterested as he could without being inpolite, but it didn’t help much.
Now I’m heading outside to 100% humidity and 31 degrees centigrade for my last Western meal in a while.