Border Controls

One consequence of sleep deprivation is that I become increasingly ill-tempered, beyond the point where I subvocalise curses at the nth Singaporean who's incapable of walking in a straight line, and approaching the moment in my life where I punch somebody out for something trivial like breathing too noisily.

Clearly it's not good to combine this frame of mind with going through passport control, but that's an unhappy conjunction that I can't avoid.

Future transport of delights

Last night I booked flights for Seoul, the most expensive ones I've purchased to fly within Asia.  I found that a little bit of a daunting prospect, but then it will be only the second time I've left Hong Kong this year - after my triumphant return to Britain in February.  Or unless I scamper over to Macau in the meantime.  So perhaps I have the right to treat myself to the joy of sitting in a metal cylinder thousands of feet above the ground for a few hours.