Ten hours after boarding our Hong Kong bound flight in Vancouver at 3pm on Monday afternoon, I looked at my watch and it said 1am. I was surprised to discover that only a couple of hours had passed since I had finally fallen asleep.
We had successfully secured three seats for the two of us, I could tell you how we did this, but then I’d have to kill you. But even so, two airline seats are barely long enough for one horizontal human torso, even with the armrest in between raised, and the most comfortable sleeping position I found was with my head on one armrest and my posterior cantilevered precariously over the void between my seat and the back of the seat in front. In cattle class this equates to a distance of a good couple of inches.
Curious to see what the night sky looked like over the Pacific ocean and expecting to find a black void outside, I whipped open the window shade; big mistake, I was blinded by the light. It was still broad daylight outside and flying above a thick cloud cover the reflected sun light was brilliant. It felt like a mid-summer’s night in the Arctic circle.
As we headed west, we encountered an endless day. I tuned my in-flight entertainment system to the map of our flight path and found we were following the path we had taken by ship from Japan, what feels like months ago, along the Aleutian Islands, but in reverse, and 40,000 feet higher up. We eventually landed in Hong Kong as the sun finally set, after almost 26 hours of daylight.
It’s been nearly 43 years since we first visited Hong Kong, just a few months after our wedding in 1975. Unlike the skyline, the humidity is unchanged; it still feels like you could cut it with a knife. This morning, after and good night’s sleep, we decided to venture forth from the air conditioned comfort of our hotel; big mistake, instantaneously my specs fogged up, my hair frizzed and buckets of sweat seaped from every pore of my skin. Right now, rain has totally obliterated the view of Kowloon across the bay from our hotel on Hong Kong Island.
We are now in the home stretch. Another epic vacation is coming to an end. We had a great time cruising the inside passage of Alaska and the frontier towns of Juneau, Skagway and Ketchikan, and were blessed with exceptional weather in Glacier Bay where we witnessed Margerie Glacier calving.
And we enjoyed spending five days in Vancouver. Canada is such a great country…in summer. I felt very much at home there, as another very big, sparsely populated, commonwealth country, our values are similar, and like Australia, many of the inhabitants are migrants, and originally from very diverse backgrounds.
In a tad over 48 hours time we will be back on home turf and a week after that we are anticipaing the safe arrival of the newest member to our tribe, a granddaughter; a daughter to our son, Guy and his wife, Mirna. Life is certainly sweet.