Cathay Pacific does not stock barf bags. I discovered this the hard way. After a late airplane dinner of pasta and white wine, I'd fallen asleep. I woke up feeling nauseaus. Failing to keep it down through sheer willpower, a flailed around wildly in front of me. I've never needed a barf bag on a plane before, and the one time I do, it's just not there.
My entire pasta dinner got thrown up in one big reverse swallow. I cupped as much as I could in my hands, ran to the bathroom, and threw it in the sink. I spent a long time in there cleaning myself and the sink and shamefully avoiding the mess I'd made outside. The cute Cathay Pacific flight attendants were on the floor cleaning up the hallway when I got out. They gave me a lot of attention and warm water and I went back to sleep.
In the morning, after transferring in Hong Kong, as we started the descent, I had a window seat. I just stared at the China below in awe. I wanted to grab and handful of soil as soon as I touched solid ground and just feel China. The patchwork of fields was intensive, packed in, varied in shades of green. There were ponds, and bright blue rectangles that weren't ponds but the roofs of buildings. As we landed I was still seeing market gardens and ponds, right next to the airport.
In the airport, I waited hours for Joe to meet me. I couldn't reach him on the pay phone. No matter how many times I tried, it just said I had a number that didn't exist. With each passing hour I got more worried, and pissed. After waiting six hours I finally couldn't wait any longer. I bought a ticket to the Maglev train to Shanghai. I got on. Joe ambles up to me and its like a symmetrical moment of two brothers with the same "what the fuck!?" look on their faces.
My entire pasta dinner got thrown up in one big reverse swallow. I cupped as much as I could in my hands, ran to the bathroom, and threw it in the sink. I spent a long time in there cleaning myself and the sink and shamefully avoiding the mess I'd made outside. The cute Cathay Pacific flight attendants were on the floor cleaning up the hallway when I got out. They gave me a lot of attention and warm water and I went back to sleep.
In the morning, after transferring in Hong Kong, as we started the descent, I had a window seat. I just stared at the China below in awe. I wanted to grab and handful of soil as soon as I touched solid ground and just feel China. The patchwork of fields was intensive, packed in, varied in shades of green. There were ponds, and bright blue rectangles that weren't ponds but the roofs of buildings. As we landed I was still seeing market gardens and ponds, right next to the airport.
In the airport, I waited hours for Joe to meet me. I couldn't reach him on the pay phone. No matter how many times I tried, it just said I had a number that didn't exist. With each passing hour I got more worried, and pissed. After waiting six hours I finally couldn't wait any longer. I bought a ticket to the Maglev train to Shanghai. I got on. Joe ambles up to me and its like a symmetrical moment of two brothers with the same "what the fuck!?" look on their faces.
Joe, exactly as tired of waiting for me as I am of waiting for him. We were in different terminals.First view of Shanghai
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