Leaving Taiwan today.
Packing took me 45 minutes, a ridiculously long time even when considering the fact I was stalling, hoping something would go wrong. There's just far too many receipts and dongles too keep track of, I need to improve my system.
I’ve just been racing across town on a couple of (non-espionage-related) errands and realized I forgot my suit in my hotel. By the time I have picked up my suit, my flight will be leaving in 60 minutes. And the airport is about 60 minutes drive from the hotel. Now, most people would decide to give up, but I believe I am one of the good guys. As you know, the good guys always win. So I’m going to go for. Did Steve McQueen give up when faced with the impossible odds against him when making that great escape of yore? No, and neither will I.
The whole thing is made complicated by the fact that I really do not want to leave. I passionately do not want to leave right now. So what is a good ending? What is the Hollywood ending of my life? Do I miss my flight, take up residency in Taipei and give up my life of espionage in favour of English teaching or whatever it is foreigners do here in Taiwan? Or will a mysterious miracle keep the plane on the ground, remove all traffic on the roads and turn the ticketing attendant into an angel on a mission of mercy?
UPDATE: I don't know what kind of timewarp I passed through, but I actually made the flight. Now I'm in the Empire hotel in Hong Kong and I'm feeling a cold coming on, probably from the rafting on sunday. Please please please, please don't be ill in Hong Kong again...
