On making the right choice

Bleary eyed and undecided, I kept wandering the airport in circles this morning, unsure as to whether I was in any kind of state to negotiate anything on the outside (it took me 5 or 6 tries to find my way to the I-think-it-was-actually-well-labelled E2 checkin counters).

I doubt very much that I could have managed Hong Kong proper, but a bus ride and a cable car ride and a Big Buddha and a monestery and some dim sum were a much better choice than 9 hours at the airport.