My Dad accompanied me to the airport early this morning, and stayed behind to watch as I went through immigration and we waved goodbye through the plexiglass barrier. From Taipei, I flew to Hong Kong for a transfer, and I had about 4 hours to kill before being able to board my flight to San Francisco. For those of you who have not been to the airport in Hong Kong, it is huge, and I mean GINORMOUS (adjective, meaning overly large; taken from the words "gigantic" and "enormous" to form "ginormous"). The shiny glass, cavernous terminals stretch as far as the eye can see. I'm sitting in the terminal listening to some tunes and catching up on my journal, when I hear a distinct, familiar voice. I look up and it is my Aunt Haruko and Uncle from Taipei who have come to Hong Kong to visit their daughter, my cousin whom I met up with earlier in my trip. Given that it was such a large airport, it was a fortuitous coincidence that we happened to be at this precise location at the same time, for neither of us had any prior knowledge that the other would be traveling today.
I arrived at my house in Santa Clara at approximately 4 p.m. PST the same day. I've been in transit for almost 24 hours, with approximately 14 hours spent in the air, 7 hours in various airports, and the remainder getting to and from the airports. Thanks to the International Dateline, I was able to relive the same hours of the same day twice.
I apologize for not posting photos of the trip on here. I am downloading my pictures right now and will start posting some photos as soon as they are processed. I'm guessing I have close to 2,000 photos and video clips from the trip.
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