There’s a story from Hong Kong I left out of my post. I was afraid of getting in trouble. Like…go sleep on the couch trouble. But, after sharing with a couple people, I figure I’ll just have to take the risk. Becuase it’s just that good.
An unnamed member of the traveling party got sick. Really, really sick. Lost a whole day in Hong Kong sick. It wasn’t booze or anything like that, and it only lasted one day. But, the bug resulted in some pretty public puking, briefly concerning me we’d be detained since they seem paranoid about bird flu or something over there. But, after the initial episode, everything seemed fine, and I figured it we were in the clear for the rest of the trip. Not quite.
On the day of departure, we got up and left the hotel very early to take the train to the airport. We walked out of the hotel and were confronted with the smell of the neighborhood. This is a neighborhood where sides of pig and cow are sold by hanging them out on the street covered in flies, so you can imagine the smell.
We were the only people on the street this early, and the previously sick member of the party suddenly relapsed when the smell hit him. Instead of leaning over and puking into the gutter, he made a mad dash across the sidewalk to puke into a bag of trash sitting in front of a closed storefront. As he was emptying his stomach into the garbage I looked around and noticed similar bags of trash in front of several other closed storefronts. I also noticed they were all restaurants.
That’s when I realized he wasn’t puking into the trash. He was puking into the bag containing the day’s bread delivery for the restaurant. As soon as he was done, I suggested we leave. Right away.