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They had to transfer at Hong Kong. The customs officer there took an instant dislike to our young-fun-loving-but-tired-friend Ben. He searched Bens hand-luggage and found an mini Addidas football innocently resting between an easel and a pillow ... ah the things Ben thinks a traveller needs. Anyway, this Customs officer whom we shall call... Shung Fe Wankface, took out the football and shook his head. He the told Ben that the ball must be deflated, reassuring him that he could pump it up when he got home. Ben tried reasoning with the man, explaining that he wanst returning home, but Fe Wankface, merely repeated the word "pressure." Ben was almost yelping that the cabin was pressurized and that no other airport had been concerned, even the last time he went through Hongkong, but Wankface was determined to destroy Bens football career. He nonchalantly pulled out a needle and as it inserted, penetrating the rubber valve, the air hissing out, ben felt his own heart deflate.
Ben revived himself with a coke and a free one hour internet session at Coffee Pacific. The time was spent updating his diary and chatting on MSN. Neither Ben nor Tim used the time to look up the address of the hostel they had booked in Tokyo, but this wouldnt be a problem would it?
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