Trying not to snarl at the helpful gentlemen who greeted me the second I approached the entrance of CKM, assuring me that did they ever have a room for me, I finally made it to the dark doorway of the Holiday where a sleepy Nepali desk clerk emerged from a cot behind the reception desk and led me to the spot they had saved for me.
"How long will you stay?," he asked and when I said, "A month," he in tones of utter disbelief asked "HERE?" "Well, maybe in one of your rooms that has a window," I replied, hoping to assure him that yes I did have my standards, low as they might be.
And even though there is no window, this place is bigger than a breadbox, has stunningly good wifi and it's warm--what more could I ask? For my Bayer's to kick in, I suppose--my flightmate may have gotten her glass of wine but I got the headache.
It comes from traveling to another universe in the space of ten hours. Hong Kong is sunny and warm and Nathan Road is full of an entire United Nations of pedestrians and they are wearing colors and speaking a multiplicity of languages and I just had a big bowl of congee while reading today's International Herald Tribune and life is so very, very good even if my cheekbones do hurt.