I got back from Hong Kong on Wednesday night. Both my meeting in Australia (at uni) and the conference in Hong Kong went well and my paper was well received.
I did a little bit of crocheting on the plane and turned this
The blue crochet is a wee little creature that just needs ears and stuffing to bring him to life.
I didn’t get as much done as I expected to because on the way over the lady across the aisle from me was fascinated by the crocheting. In the end she came and sat in the spare seat next to me and I taught her to crochet, between her very limited English and my very limited Mandarin and a Chinese-English dictionary we got by. She was so impressed with herself that she hung her bit of crocheting over the seat in front of her and took a picture. I was impressed at how quickly she picked it up.
The flight home was a night flight and because I am super-speedy I was able to snag a row to myself once the seatbelt sign went off and managed to lie down and sleep for 4 or 5 hours. One advantage of being vertically challenged is that I can stretch out on a row of seats on a plane and not bang my head or my feet.
Sock knitting happened in the down time in the evenings. One sock down and one to go.
For my two nights in Australia I stayed with my SIL and her family. SIL gave me my birthday present and then helped me create my first page in it. A big art journal.
Not bad for a first attempt. Of course I had lots of help and many more tools to play with than I will here at home.
I also picked up a prize that I won in one of the online scrapbooking challenges recently which I had delivered to her place. Loads of lovely chipboard. Unfortunately on unpacking my suitcase it is nowhere to be found. I’m really hoping that it is at SIL’s place and not feeling lonely in a Hong Kong hotel…
Getting home was a bit of a marathon. Because I flew from Hong Kong to Australia with Qantas and then from Australia to PNG with Virgin, Qantas refused to check my bags the whole way through. I asked if they could deliver the bag to the international transfer desk and I could pick it up from there, but that was also refused. They insisted that I clear immigration in Australia, pick up my bag and clear customs and then go to the departure area in Brisbane Airport and immediately check myself back in with Virgin for my flight to PNG. On hearing this I stood at the check in counter and cried. I was sure that there was no way I was going to make my connecting flight. Qantas then upgraded my checked baggage to business class (I didn’t get an upgrade…) so that it would come off the plane first and they moved me from the rear of the plane to the front of economy so that I could get off the plane first. Fortunately our plane landed a little bit early and I was able to make my connection, but it was a very negative and stressful experience and I’m grateful that I am familiar with Brisbane airport, which certainly made the whole process much easier.
I have to say I was very unimpressed with the Qantas ground staff in Hong Kong.