Jet Foiled?

When I got to Hong Kong, I checked my luggage and guitar in at the airport and headed out to lord knows where. I got out to the bus and asked him to take me in to the city. The trek in was ok, but it was foggy and darkness was winning in the battle of dark versus light. Was evil really about to arrive? Actually, no it wasn't cus Hong Kong has many lights. The city is very cool and it's a shame I didn't have more time to explore it. Instead, I got onto the Boat of Death that takes you from Hong Kong to Macao as I was gonna meet up with some friends of friends of the family. There were about one hundred people trying to get on this thing and the boat, situated in a sort of water-plaza, surrounded on both sides by unforgiving walls that ricochet waves from one side of to the other. It was like the seas were having a bit of a giggle with the little expendable human race and just throwing the ocean around a bit. They didn't mean to hurt anybody, it was just a laugh, I'm sure. The boat hurtled up and down and passengers waited patiently to cross a little foot-bridge over to it. When the waves dulled down a little, the rush would begin and twenty or so at a time would pile forward trying to get on it. When you were finally on, it was like being ridiculously drunk, walking down stairs holding on to banisters or people as they walked by. Imagine my fright when I sat down and read one of the leaflets informing me that the boat was powered by Boeing engines. I don't know what speed we ended up going at. All I know is that most of the people on board fell asleep in the first 10 minutes. It was a bit like constant air turbulence and you actually had to put seat-belts on! Great stuff. Anyway, all in all, it was actually an O.K. ride and although Macao's arrival was a welcome one, I kind of enjoyed my first experience of Chinese water sports.