Navigating over the uneven, potholed pavement, I struggle to keep up with my brother’s long, confident strides, as he leads us down a narrow pitch-black Soi. The only source of light emanates from flickering fluorescent signs of seedy Russian massage parlors that line the street. Taking note of my surroundings, I mockingly asked: “Where exactly are you taking us?”
The question was rhetorical and dripping with sarcasm, as I knew where we were going.
This definitely belongs in the Lost In Translation category! Can you tell what this man is made of?
Three flights down and one in progress. After twenty-two excruciatingly long hours in the air, I am finally on the last leg of the journey to Kathmandu. The last day and half of travel has been a whirlwind full of surprises, both pleasant and not so pleasant.
Hours 1 - 13: YVR - Hong Kong
On the first flight from Vancouver to Hong Kong, I did something I don’t normally do, I talked to a stranger.