Today I’ve learned several things, some by experience, others by observation and a few by tuition.
By experience I’ve deduced that holding your farewell leaving do in a pub that stocks extra-strong imported European lager is a pretty bad idea. Regardless of how ‘good’ you think you’re being, cycling around drunkly at one in the morning is never going to provide the best launch to your adventure.
Thus today has been a mixture of hangover, embarassment (“You reek of boose”, said my lift to the airport), more beer (to try and fix the first two), nausea, more embarassment, and a general headache that’s only now subsided. At midnight.
But I’ve had the chance to spend some quality time with people over the last few days, free of the yoke of work (well I am, they’re not). I’ve received some good advice, some heartfelt “don’t die”s and a few tips from people that have trodden some of my path before. For instance, in Hong Kong, I know to take a cable car, visit the large temple and try the food, and always turn down the first two sets of prostitutes they parade out for you.
As a final observation, being in a major airport in the middle of the night is probably one of the most surreal experiences I’ve ever had, I hope this bodes well.
More when I get the chance.
Posted in a net cafe, in an airport, drunkish, after midnight, on a deadline and without the luxury of a spellcheck. Deal with it.