As we drove to the Hong Kong airport that morning I tried to absorb as much as I could. My head was constantly out the window. When the bus stopped I grabbed my bag and went inside to wait for my ticket....
While waiting in line, I was entertained by this sign...
There was a slight bump while going through customs.... something about me "not having a record". But from what I gathered the problem was on their end, not mine.... or I just look so much like a friendly trustworthy teenager.... either way, they let me go after a few minutes. Next, we hopped onto our 15 hour flight headed to Newark. Obviously I did not get too many interesting pictures in those 15 hours, but I get this one of the moon over the tip of my wing:
Good to see you again, America!
Well thank you, I feel much more welcomed now....
Thankfully customs at Newark went much more smoothly. But we still had one more two hour flight to take to Boston. What seemed like a quick hop, really held us up! Once we got onto the plane the captain came over the loud speaker saying there was some "Malfunctions in the tower" and we would need to wait a few more minutes. "Malfunction" is a word you never want to hear at the airport, especially Newark. Two hours later we started to roll away from the gate.... along with twenty other planes that were also being held up.... as we took off I think I counted about 16 planes behind us.
To make up for the lost time, they went full throttle to Boston and got us there in about 50 minutes. In Boston it was about 8 PM, but I felt like it was 8 AM. Dazed, tired, and confused, I grabbed my luggage and got onto a Proctor mini-bus that took me home.
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