The flight was uneventful. I'd eaten half a kilo of Haribo gummy bears at the airport and was comatose by the time I boarded the plane, and surfed the downslope of a sugar overdose all the way to Hong Kong. The plane didn't smell of urine and wasn't struck by lightning, both significant improvements on my last journey with Tiger.
When I got to Hong Kong, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my ID card still worked to let me through the resident channel. I had no luggage, so it was straight to the airport express and into town, and then a train to Tin Hau, staright to our sister-in-law's place ... And then I found out that their door bell doesn't work, and since their door is down a hallway past a metal gate, I couldn't make any noise to alert them without disturbing the entire floor in their apartment building.
I would have called, but my phone doesn't believe roaming exists. Welcome to the 20th Century, and all that. I got on an unsecured wifi network and left a plaintive message on my sister-in-law's Facebook page, and then, boiling to death in the vestibule, went down to street level and swore to myself for twenty minutes, trying to figure out what to do, where I could go in a familiar city which lacked payphones.
Then, luck shined forth - my sister-in-law materialised, along with my brother-in-law and my niece, fresh from the swimming pool, wondering why I'd arrived so early. I must learn to coordinate travel arrangements better, I must I must I must.
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