Welcome to Hong Kong, meet Jackie Chan

I think it’s 8:15am here in Hong Kong, I can’t be sure. Of course, and this should come as no surprise, I managed to lose something. Luckily it was just my cell phone and I’m organized in my own personal chaos. It was in the back of the seat on the plane. Jackie Chan (please laugh because I did) helped me get it back. Turns out, having it doesn’t make a difference because I’m roaming so far from Verizon satellites that the time won’t even adjust. I’m now in search of a charging station. This is a very interesting airport and damn humid. A precursor to my year to come, I suppose.