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The China Experience
29.01. Hongkong-Auckland
Once we found our way through the huge Hongkong Airport, we were picked up by a lovely chinese lady who took us to a shopping mall, that I definately do not remember the name of. We had a lunch there at a small, quite crowded restaurant. She picked out some dishes that she wanted for us to try. They were all very delitious, what more to say? Then we took a taxi to downtown. We went through a market where people buy really cheap souvenirs, fake Gucci bags, for a priece that says: ‘‘Made in China’‘ and usually it is lowered three times once you show the interest. Oh, and the city.. I didn’t notice a building that wouldn’t be called a skyscarper in Latvia. It’s fun for one day, but I didn’t even try to imagine myself living there, too different.
One Starbucks frappucino later, we found ourselves in the inner shopping paradise among the airport gates. And now, 4 hours away from our destination, perfect New Zealand, we have been scared by their customs. A4 sheet of paper with a list of things you can’t bring in, and we have some of those, and a lot of questions to answer. The answers that I have given mean that I’ll have to spend a lot of time declaring goods. What makes me slightly not optimistic is that they had to write down the possible outcome of failure in decleration- prison. But we’ll see.
On my way
It is impossible that a person not being uncountious isn’t actually aware of what he is doing. But this is the case. Saying goodbye to family & friends is such a big blur now and seems as though it was weeks ago. We just walk from one gate to another, one plane to another (two planes so far, actually, but it seems like there have been a million of those). At this moment I decide to be honest. What's the use of experience if you can’t share it, right? I just got over my head-ache from crying. [No, I didn’t cry all this time, but the head-ache can really last]. The thing is, once you have gotten through security check, a glass wall away from where your heart is, you forget all the reasons why you are doing it in the first place, and do they even count?
Don’t think that the whole story here is going to be covered in tears. At the moment I’m quite optimistic, not tired, hoping to experience the best in our tiny stop at Hongkong.