Old Habits Die Hard

Flying into Hong Kong never fails to amaze me.

Not because of the view, which is awesome, but by the behaviour of a few folks who probably ought not be using air transport. Despite several announcements to the contrary, the second after the plane lands:

· at least two idiots will stand up, either to pull luggage from the overhead bin or to visit the lavatory, forcing the flight attendants to chase them down;

· numerous passengers will turn on their mobile phones and begin making calls or sending text messages.

But that's par for the course. I was certain I was back in the Big Lychee when I observed a middle-aged woman barge aboard the airport's transfer shuttle train so that she could get one of the few seats. This after a 12-hour flight from Rome.

The two-minute walk from the aircraft to the station must have been exhausting.

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