3. How to survive in (Hing King) Hong Kong

Eventually I had finally arrived at the tropical city of Hong Kong. Well ... I'm not really sure if it is tropical or not. While I was at the airport, crows were watching me through the windows as I was walking past them. They were really trying to warn me about something, were they? Something was not really quiet right. I had feared the Corpse Bride must've caught up with me unexpectedly.

While I collected my luggage, I thought I had realised a blue-skinned woman, with a skeletal arm and leg, ripped chest and cheek and dressed in a wedding gown. That could not have been the Corpse Bride - I tried believing - or was it? I shut my eyes and shook my head. Hah! I had spotted nothing there now; apart from people waiting to collect their packages and such. Suddenly, one of the airport attendants asked me, 'Is this your luggage?'

He pointed to my huge pile of my goods which I had taken away with me since the day I first met the Corpse Bride back at Australia.

'Yes it is,' I replied.

'You want me to carry it?' the airport attendant asked.

'Sure; why not?' I answered.

'Except "why not",' said the airport attendant, 'it might be heavy for you.'

And so he ordered the other crew to bring the entire luggage out of the airport in Chinese. I continued to move along, trying to find the perfect house for me.

While I was walking down the street, I marched my way towards a guy asking if I wanted a travelling guide. There I saw the acute figure that was no other than the Corpse Bride heading my way in front of me.

'Hello, darling,' she said.

I screamed frightfully; like this: 'Ah! How did you get here so fast?' Because I never thought she was really there at first. I asked her that anyway because I had wondered why she had been around Hong Kong all that time when I never noticed her anywhere, not even in the plane.

'Because,' she replied, 'I have magic powers.'

'And also: how did you even know where I was going?' I asked again.

'Because I could see you.'

I stared at her stupidly. 'From all the way down at the apartment?' I protested. 'Come on,' I added sarcastically.

'Yes,' she said.

'Well that's just impossible,' I remarked. 'And anyway, why am I socialising with you?'

Then I stepped away from her, holding my hands up as if I was surrendering; and made my way down the street. I ignored the man who was selling out the travelling guides, when he shouted out for me, 'Hey! Down you want travelling guide?'

Not from my point of view (this life-story won't always be about me), the Corpse Bride stood in front of the man.

'Do you want travelling guide?' he asked.

The Corpse Bride took the guide from him. 'Thank you,' she said sweetly, and then she headed off to try and catch me.

Back from my point of view, I realised I was going backwards because I had to leave Hong Kong as well because of the Corpse Bride. I turned around to see if she was still chasing after me. After I had realised that again she was gone, I said to myself, 'That means...' and turned back to the wrong direction to find her facing me.

'That's right,' she said a little bit quietly.

'Thanks for stopping here,' I said, heading back to the airport to go even further than I had before.

'Blast you!' I heard the Corpse Bride shout out.

Once I arrived all the way back at the airport I told the attendants, who had carried my luggage outside, to bring it all back, making them shrug. They carried the entire luggage back inside and I asked for another flight.

'Didn't you go before?' the female attendant asked.

'Well, yeah, but there I'm not safe here,' I replied.

'How come?' said the attendant.

'Because I'm being chased by a dead woman who thinks that we're married - or almost married seeing that we had not completed our task.'

'Ok, so which flight to go to now?'

I told her everything I could. I told her I was going to head for New York. But first I would have to book a flight to go somewhere closer than that country. And so, after everything I could tell her, she said, 'Would you like to stop at New Delhi, India.'

I didn't confess, because I twisted my head around to see that Corpse Bride coming into the airport. So I replied to the attendant, 'Yes, please.'

And so that was done. I escaped to the plane I was about to catch. I had to keep running because the Corpse Bride was chasing me through the airport. If she was further away than I had hoped, she would call out, 'Darling, where are you?' and stuff like that. If she had managed to catch me she'd say, 'There you are.' or something. And I would push my way past her, when she didn't even seem to care at all.

And so, without the Corpse Bride chasing me through the plane, I hopped aboard. I then realised that I should cancel New York and go to Egypt because that was much closer, unlike its climate. During my flight, I rested at India, then Pakistan, then Afghanistan, then Iran, then Iraq, then Jordan, and finally at Cairo - the capital of Egypt.