Marching to the rising sun 1/4

I survieved my first flight pretty well. After 3 1/2 hours of ride, I landed in Hong Kong, where I was born and grew up. We walked around for a while waiting to board the next flight to Tokyo. We bought some chewing gum, forbidden food in Singapore. The cashier lady wasn't very please to see my big note as she has no change. How could one shop run efficiently without HK$500 change? I wondered. Her service was bad.

My friend didn't do too well on our second flight. Started puking all the way10 mins after we took off. She emptied all her tummy content I guess... given that she didn't eat much! Hope she will do better.

Kids on flight. the ultimate nightmare of all time. These milkaholics cry and yell non stop like godzilla. They kept walking/running up and down. Does milk give them so much energy? That's only liquid diet... for goodness sake!

The CX service manager was making boring announcements. She read 5X slower than noraml people do. Y A W N!

After checked in to the hotel, we went for our first Japanese dinner, ramen. Very nice and at reasonable price. I started to like this place very much.

Met up with my friend and went for a couple of drinks in a gay bar. Heaps of interesting things to see and people to meet. It was another eye opening experience.