The neck pillow ís supposed to support your head and function as a good soft pillow, but in my case it was like putting a hard rock bottle of water as support for your neck. The bright reader may suggest letting off some air to make it softer; I did that resulting in, when leaning back that air was pressed to the sides, moving the (now) rock hard sides directly inwards: It simply felt like someone was strangling me from behind.
The terminal had just opened, and as this was the end of Chinese holiday this greatly added to confusion in Bangkok. Here's an image of people queuing at the transfer desk.
Something odd; they seem to have a supervisor that supervises each person at the desk. They just stand there. And they have to do. Because their supervisor is supervising the supervisors (even though he pretended to read a news paper).
Finally things improved. Here I am enjoying a cup of the at the Sheraton. Look at that view in the background. Right out to Hong Kong harbor. Nice. Please disregard my belly. It's simply the result of bad photography and the lack of knowledge of shading. :-)
Look at this view! A look directly over Hong Kong Harbor. It's so alive. Boats almost ramming each other.
The other side is the "real" Hong Kong. Tomorrow morning we will go right down to the waterfront and take a boat taxi. Then a taxi from there to our partner.
Here's the always happy Torben zipping yet another cup of the.
Notice the great workmanship of photography. No bad shades here!
Tired and worn, we decided to have a stroll around the nearst neighbordhood to get something to eat. We found a good Korean place, with really original food.
Only bad thing about this area, is all the strange people offering you foot massage constantly. And for some reason, YOU get the discount!
Back at the hotel, BLOGGING, and then this happens, right behind me! A huge 20 minutes firework from the makers of explosive powder. What a treat!
Here are Torben and I waiting for a boat to cross Wan Chai (Hong Kong river) to get to Hong Kong Island. This boat sails every 10 minutes, and are truly the only time you have a chance to catch a breath of fresh air.
Crossing the river is quite a nice trip. Boat rocking and sitting with no other European than Torben, I cannot help feel quite exotic. But off to work, - trip taking no more than 10 minutes and then we enter the layer of smog again.