Flying into Hong Kong looks a lot like Lihue, Kauai. Ocean on one side, a narrow landing strip, and steep mountains on the other side. There are columns upon columns of high-rise apartment buildings anywhere that is flat. But as soon as the steep hills rise, they are lush and unplundered, looking like pristine jungle. It's quite pretty.
The fifteen hour flight wasn't as bad as it could be. I slept a number of hours and didn't have anyone in the seat next me, which was fantastic. It was United, though, so not nearly as cushy as many international flights (no in-seat TV). I've gotten incredibly spoiled.
Airplane are always fascinating places to observe culture, especially as I traveled to South Korea and the Philippines so recently. The Chinese woman next the next seat down from me burped openly and often. My coworker also sat next to several Chinese who were quite open with their digestive conditions. Quite a far stretch from the Korean woman who offered me snacks and looked like a Korean Donna Reed.
Still, I'll reserve judgment. I now will fly an hour and a half to Guilin, then drive an hour and a half to our hotel where I will hopefully sleep like a Chinese baby.