I’m going to be honest here. Which is kind of scary.
Here is the story…..
Four days before we flew to Hong Kong, Mike fell and severely twisted his ankle.
Two days before we flew to Hong Kong, we took Lan to an Emergency room because of ear pain. He had ear infections in both ears and the Dr. was worried about the flight.
The night before our flight I was a nervous wreck. I was worried about my limping husband. I was worried about my son’s ears. I thought if we could just get to Hong Kong without anything else going wrong we would be golden.
The flight was 13 hours. The kids did totally awesome on it. They only slept for the last three hours of the flight. Mike and I did not sleep at all…not for a lack of trying. The food was disgusting and we sustained ourselves on buns, orange juice, cookies and the contents of our snack back.
When we got to Hong Kong Mike and I were completely wiped out. We are the type of people who can’t make it till midnight on New Years Eve and by the time we arrived in Hong Kong it was five in the morning back in Canada and we still had to collect our bags, go through immigration, and find our way to the apartment I had rented on AirBnB.
We are small town people and not used to public transport. We had to switch trains three times to get to our apartment and in our exhaustion we got lost…twice. The trains were so packed we had to push our way into them. We were packed like sardines….no personal space at all.
When we finally got to our destination I was overwhelmed by the humidity, the stench, and the garbage. The street our apartment is at seemed sketchy with lots of men loitering and lots of prostitutes.
Our host was no where to be seen. Ten minutes later he showed up and took us into the apartment building. It was old. It was dirty. Our apartment was teeny, tiny and was not as nice as the pictures I had seen of it.
We all collapsed into bed exhausted but I could not sleep. I was so full of anxiety. My mind was racing. I started to cry. My sobbing woke Mike up. I was overwhelmed with everything. I said “I want to go home.” I said it twice. I asked “What if we have made a mistake?”
Being the amazing man that he is, he calmed me down. He held me and reassured me. Finally I fell asleep.
Over the next two days I was anxiety ridden. I cried in the bathroom. I cried when the kids went to bed. Hong Kong was overwhelming. There are so many people! It is so loud! I was constantly nauseous. I was hungry but could not eat.
We got lost again on the subway. Mike’s ankle was starting to really bother him. We could not charge our computer because in a gross oversight we had not packed an electricity converter. I felt disconnected from my friends and family back home. I needed to Skype with my Mom!
Traveling is not all smiley pictures and sightseeing. Sometimes it smacks you in the face and beats you down.
The kids and Mike have been awesome through all of this. They are having a great time. They got over their jet lag by the second night and think Hong Kong is great. I am starting to come around too. Our street doesn’t seem so seedy anymore, the apartment building is starting to charm me, and we are getting around on public transport with ease…we even helped some tourists today who seemed lost.
We are about to settle down for our fourth night here. I think I am finally over the jet lag and today I was able to actually eat food. We won’t have the time to do half of the things we wanted to do here. We only have one and a half more days and we haven’t taken a ferry, seen the skyline, gone up the peak, checked out the things to do in Macau, the Las Vegas of the East, gone to the flower market, or played at Disneyland.
Luckily we will be back here in March for our return flight home. I’m sure by then I will laugh at how I felt when I first got here. By then we should all be travel pros.