We were lucky to find a sushi restaurant in the Hong Kong International Airport. Sushi, as you all know, is the best meal for air travel, triathlons, and birthdays.
Our flight from Hong Kong landed at JFK in New York at about 10:30, after the last flight to Washington. So we bought our ticket back to Washington for the next morning, thinking that we'd just sleep in the airport chapel. When we arrived, Kimberly was ready to take a train home, or get a room in a hotel nearby--anything but try to sleep at the airport.
I thought those options were too expensive. I am so stupid. Turns out that the airport chapels are all locked at night.
We walked around JFK looking for a comfy place to sleep in a total jet-lagged daze all night long.
well, folks, the good news is that we made it home. Kimberly's garden went bananas while we were gone, and she had a bunch of squash this long waiting for her at home.
So that's our trip to Cambodia. I can't wait to see where in the world Michael, Thomas, or Jolanta end up on the mission.