Here goes the big adventure. this will get more fancy with time ! i am now in Hong Kong and things are good but seriously , i am a walking bag of adventures and disasters, i need to start a blog. first, i got my orange (yes, you read right!) confiscated by US customs, even when i offered to eat it right away, no sir! but the banana was okay? !!! what the hell what the hell. then i accidentally exited the airport at JFK and had to re-enter and go through that metal detector thing a zillion times to the entertainement of the staff! (first, i forgot i had water in my water bottle...once again i offered to drink it in front of them but to no avail, back in line!, then my e ticket was not good-lookin' enough so i had to get another more official one printed out etc etc) then i met some business dude before getting on the plane, who went to school at Carleton but had grown up in HK then now worked in Shanghai as the head honcho for some company that makes bags made out of recycled plastic, explaining to me the intricacies of the different types of recycled plastic they import ( mmm...sustainable!) to make these bags they then export (thank you globalization). i lost him somewhere on the next plane to a new talking buddy sitting next to me on the Cathay pacific flight (did you know Cathay was the old name for Hong Kong) . he gave me his piece of cake. he was also a military engineer who was scoping out different lands to develop for the american army....what to say to that? i ate butter and wasn't sick...maybe it was the altitude or maybe my body is fine....did anyone say anal fissure? mmm then i got off in Hong Kong and this awesome woman, out of the blue, taxied me half way to my destination. i then proceeded to lug my two somewhat heavy bags to the student housing building, only to realise that i was at the wrong one. as the security guard escorted me to show me the way, i proceeded to trip and fall stright onto my face, knocked out by the weight of post colonial feminism in my bag! go figure....so there i am blood everywhere, the security guards freakin' out, and my head spinning, trying to convince them not to call an ambulance as i suddenly realise with all my efforts to prepare for the trip, i know little of the specifics of what my insurance covers, probably not an ambulance for a smashed face. anywys, just what i needed. no se he pasado mas de dos horas que la chingada de renecita se ha rompio la puta de caja en la carretera de Hong Kong! fuck man. anyways, imy roomate has the pleasure of meeting me, blood all over my face and shirt, accompanied by 5 confused and alarmed security guards, desperately trying to convince me to go to the hospital. all i want to do is lie down. i go to the clinic the next day, everything is fine, and i don't need stitches for the huge gap in my inner lip where my tooth must have sliced it open...mmm good news, although talking is not the easiest and i can only drink (my exciting psyllium husks) through a straw. plus i look like such a dork, trying to sign up for my classes and stuff, looking like Rocky after the last round (then having to explain that no, it wasn't that bad, i just tripped and fell on my face!!!). yeah, so anyways, Hong Kong is beautiful, with these little mountains just popping out among the high rises and IM Pei's building showing up in almost every tourist pamphlet. i am trying to score access to a urban landscape and architecture course, we'll see. my roomate, Siya, thinks i should probably learn Mandarin becasue my Cantonese is hurtin' big time. mmm, and i probably should have walked onto the plane naked, there is so much shit to buy here for real, i swear, this is a dangerous place for a pack rat to be!!! i just have to remember how i fell on my face...cuz i had too much shit in my bag! anyways, okay, i am off to my cantonese class.
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