On my way to Indonesia I had a four-hour layover in Hong Kong. I arrived in the early morning hours and the cavernous terminal was eerily deserted. Half the place was closed off so I found a seat and waited. In my jet-lagged haze I noticed a woman across the terminal was staring at me. Every time I looked up she was there, and eventually I started to wonder if she was real. It wasn’t until I got up and walked across the room that I saw she was a cardboard cutout of an airline stewardess. Luckily I had my guitar on hand, and I sat down and wrote this song.
In Other News:
-I have successfully cultivated a taste for hard-boiled eggs, a food I have never liked for some reason. But they serve them here a lot…also, I can cook them in my rice maker.
-On top of my usual watch and sandal tans, I am working on a great bike-glove tan
-Had my first ‘Bali Belly’ this week…a nasty 24-hour stomach bug, I won’t go into details.
-The word for speed bump (they’re everywhere…) in Indonesian means: ‘sleeping policeman.’