airport phone
there i was. unable to think straight. in a crowded airport in hong kong. my mobile phone had just died and i didn't have my charger with me. i simply forgot to pack that darn thing. it was a busy afternoon. tourists from around the world crowded both gates of the airport. there was a group of middle-aged men and women from the mainland wearing similar red jackets and carrying flags. their luggage spread on the sparkling white floor. there was a group of football players, all of them tall and muscular, some in shorts, others in sweat pants, talking in a strange european language. from where i was standing, a few feet away from them, i could smell their manly scent -- a combination of perfume, sweat and cigarettes. %%%%%%% i was there to meet my friend who was arriving from kuala lumpur that afternoon. he was my passport for an overnight stay in the former british colony, which i left nearly a year ago. he agreed to let me stay for a night in his flat. but the thing was...