Chuck Thompson once wrote, “I love England because it’s like a grown-up America, a fact I’m reminded of as soon as I get on a British Airways flight or hop into a London cab and people stop treating me as though I’d just learned to finger paint.”
The quest for plane tickets can drive us to jump through all sorts of proverbial hoops, like hiding our location and changing our language until we find—ta da!—that cheap golden ticket.
I used to watch the boats sail back and forth in the harbor from my cubicle and this junk (or boat) was always a distinctive blot on the waterfront. When I moved to Hong Kong, I didn’t believe there could be a city crazier than New York.
