Ready for take-off

     Now onboard CX905 to Hong Kong, I was assigned a seat by the window; 51K on a 777.  Being an advocate of the 64oz or more daily liquid intake movement, I would have wanted to occupy an aisle seat.  But I kept my seat because 1st, I  know I won’t be needing to pee since I have yet to gulp a decent amount of liquid. ( I learned that the body self regulates, thus when I don’t drink anything, my body holds on to every bit of liquid it currently stores and the onset of bloatedness –if there is such a word, unfolds). 2^nd, I want to sleep, because much of my previous night’s slumbertime was spent to finalize my packing. And 3^rd, it is just a short flight, a full meal service is not to be expected on a flight like this. So it goes without saying that I will not see a lot of flight attendants graciously balancing and offering drinks.

     Me, Sir Eric and Sir Jovy was originally seated together.  But Sir Jovy found an empty aisle seat nearby, so he transferred, leaving an empty seat between me and Sir Eric. As soon as the aircraft was airborne, I noticed on my monitor that we were expected to arrive in Hong Kong at 1410h, too tight for our 1435h connecting flight to Haneda. So I asked Sir Eric to inform the flight attendant of our situation and requested for us to be re-seated before landing to seats near the front so we can dash to the next boarding gate.

     I said I wanted to sleep but I changed my mind and focused my attention on the inflight entertainment system.  Watching a movie was not an option, the flight’s duration was too short to finish a full-length movie. Being the CSI fan that I am, I decided to just watch 2 episodes.

     Midway into the flight, the crew offered me a cheesy toast and a glass of orange juice; which I finished immediately. It was already past my lunchtime and I only ate a banana before I left home so I was definitely calorie deprived. I also took a cup of coffee.

     Before the final descend, as requested, a male flight attendant escorted us to seats roughly 20 seats forward.  I had high hopes that we could still make it to our connection flight.  I had imagined me, in my 3-inch stiletto-heeled boots, running like crazy with my trolley bag in tow.

     I felt the cold breeze of Hong Kong as we brisk-walked through the jetbridge.  As we reached the end of the bridge, my dream of rushing to the next gate crumbled for there was a girl holding a piece of paper with our names on it.  There were a few details listed, but although not written, I think my brain knew that all the scribbles meant only one thing… MISCONNECTION.

     Forced to stay in Hong Kong longer than expected, I should be pissed in a major way.  But I decided to take things calmly.  I am just halfway through with day 1, I still have 12 more hours to chronicle.

     Want to have an idea on how pushy I can be to get the things I want? I will dedicate a whole post on that!