My step dad drove me to O'hare on Monday. Finally, the trusty passport that I got last June comes into use. Upon arrival, the lines were short and I zipped straight through towards the gate. It turns out that 2:20 PM is the perfect time to travel. Not only were there no lines, there were few people on the Cathay flight to Hong Kong. All three seats in my row belonged to me for 14 hours. I thought we needed to travel across the Pacific to get there, but of course, we went straight past Santa's house in the North Pole. Even with enough room to lay down, I couldn't manage to sleep! I even tried to teach myself to sleep while reading Tony Robbin's book: Unlimited Power. It's an old one but contains a great amount of knowlege on how to succeed... and it even makes sense! After succeeding on teaching my brain to get tired (not how to sleep) I arrived in Hong Kong. After my first step into the airport, the scent became thickened by that similar to the Asian chicken noodle soup on the plane. The actual soup was decent and the plane food was above expectations. And the food just kept coming!
I took a few more steps into the airport while waiting 12 hours for my flight to Cebu. My laptop battery only lasted for so long and sleep was still difficult. I was sitting in one of the main airport lounges with the other few people that also stayed overnight at the airport. A 30 minute nap made me refreshed so I moved around and eventually started to watch CNN. As it turns out, two older Australian men were much more entertaining than CNN. The two were back and forth argueing and being unreasonable to each other. It was hillarious (or maybe I only thought so at the time because I was bored out of my mind. This went on for up to an hour and then it got dramatic. One guy was in tears and it would appear that his business partner was leaving him (and this guy seemed like the guy who couldnt possibly live on his own.) It was awful but I refreshed my bordom around 6AM by talking to a well-dressed African man who appeared bored as well. He was in Hong Kong with the intentions of heading onward to Bejing in order to conduct some positive speaking seminars that he does. The man in the fancy suit hailed from Zimbabwae and encouraged me to come visit some time. Inspiration poured out of him since he's been a writer his entire life (that's what I want to do.) Wether it's for the motivational African man, interested readers, or me; I vow to grasp more drive to write more frequently.
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