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Olivia's China Blog: Day One: Traveling and Arriving in Hong Kong!

    Today I went to the Dayton airport at 9:15 a.m. After getting our plane tickets, we embarked on our journey.  We flew to Chicago where we waited for two hours, negotiating our tickets to change our flight to a direct flight to Hong Kong. Eating bagels, tomato/mozarella/pesto sandwiches, and deep dish pizza with butter crust for lunch. Zack, infatuated by his new gadget, an iPod touch given to him as a goodbye gift from Tina, spent most of the time trying to recharge it.
    Our airplane, a Boeing 747, was huge; it had a top deck and a lower one. The food was not good. They gave us Pop Chips, which the first time I tasted them I didn't like them, and other snacks. They also had nasty meals. The movies playing on the plane (they didn't have personal screens) were Journey 2: the Mysterious Island, Man on a Ledge, Big Miracle, and My Week With Marilyn. They also showed TV shows. The funniest one was How I Met Your Mother. My friend was right when she said it was really good. Personally I like the Office but HIMYM is good too.
    The plane ride was long and I usually get motion sick, but I chewed gum, took Dramamine, and used my little pressure point bracelets. Luckily, I didn't get sick!!! :). 
    When we landed, we went through immigration, and went to wait for our airport shuttle. We are staying in the Traders Hotel. We are in a suite because there are 4 of us. We all took an Advil PM and conked out.
Location: Hong Kong Island, Hong Kong

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