It was a series of flights back to Hong Kong today. When I landed in Dallas from Amarillo, this older woman, maybe in her late 60s, was behind me. I heard her asking where the international terminal was, so I butted in and told her to follow me. She then told me she was on her way to Hong Kong, and when she found out I was too she broke into a giant smile and told me she was relieved someone was on the plane who could help her.
After we landed in San Francisco, I waited for her and escorted her to the Cathay Pacific airlines area. This time she had another person in tow; this new woman was going to Taipei, so the three of us stuck together while I, now the glamorous and omniscient world traveler (well, not that all-knowing, since I immediately took us to the wrong place) helped out.
The woman from Amarillo and her new friend were both on the way to the Philippines, both going to stay with family there for about half a year. It must be awful to be gone from home that long; I'm wibbling about being gone for ten days.
We all arrived safely in Hong Kong - well, at least I hope they did, because I didn't seem them after I left the plane. I had to go through customs; they were simply transferring.
I left Amarillo around 4:00 Sunday afternoon and arrived in Hong Kong at 7:15 Tuesday morning. In between, missing somewhere over the Pacific, is Monday.
Movies on the plane: I watched a few minutes of Max Payne, but it was awful. Then I tried What Just Happened, which I had never heard of. It's one of those movies that, at the end, you sit back and think, "Huh. I could have made a medieval castle out of toothpicks instead of watching that."
One of the flight attendants wanted to know if I was from India. She was and said Nair is "a very famous name in India." I shrugged, and told her I liked chai and instead of being famous was probably more infamous than anything and that I liked Slumdog Millionaire.
This did not satisfy her, alas.
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