How is it that, out of my last few flights to China, I've missed one international flights over there and nearly missed another? I'm getting senile in my late 20's. "Third time's a charm" flashed in my head as I pulled my UBranded bags out of the cab trunk at San Francisco International, a full 2.5 hours before lift-off. I felt pretty sure that I'd make it this time as long as I didn't get distracted by the latest magazines in Hudson News.
Bags checked. Boarded. And 14 hours after chatting it up with a member of the US Women's Rugby Team/Veternerian who specialized in pig virology in her day job, I landed in Hong Kong a little sleepy at 5pm. Bleary eyed, I stared down the long carousels looking for my stuff. My luggage has seen many international flights, but this was the first UBranded. The designs made it with flying colors. Yes, I actually asked a guy to take a picture of me inside the baggage claim area. He must have thought i was a bit of a dorky tourist, but...maybe deep down inside, I really am.
