Are We There Yet?

So, we finally made it to HK.  It still doesn't really feel like we're even in China.  Darren and I were so busy the last few days leading up to this trip, including the day of, that it didn't really feel like we were leaving, just that we were running a bunch of errands.  But we've made it.  The flight was okay.  There was a baby in the seat behind us.  A sweet kid (of course), who's been trying really hard to get the whole talking thing down, and who got a little upset and couldn't sleep but it wasn't so bad... and then there was the turbulance... a lot of turbulance.  For Darren, the turbulance wasn't a big deal... for myself, it was a different story.  I did okay for the most part, but it was the descent that really got me.  It was windy in Beijing... really windy, and there was a lot of stomach flipping for about a half hour.  Nonetheless, I did okay, I only got sick once... the girl across the isle from me, went through three "air sickness" bags; and, the girl somewhere behind us, started hyperventilating, then crying... and not quiet sobs, but panick stricken, uncontrollable weeping.  Ya... so despite our plan to stay awake for the three and a half hour flight from Beijing to Hong Kong, I passed out.  I did not want to be awake for any of it.  So here we are, at Tom and Rosemary's (Darren's cousins), just about to go to sleep, and it still doesn't really feel like we're in China.  I guess it's dark outside, and in Hong Kong, everything is bilingual so during the drive from the train station to here, it didn't really seem foreign.  A lot of sky scraper apartment buildings, and Asian's instead of white people in ads, but not really foreign.  Maybe tomorrow when we actually get out and about it'll feel more like China; for now, Darren has passed out from the Nyquil, and I should probably try to get some sleep, do my best to adjust.  Thanks for all the safe travel wishes and I'll keep ya posted.