A salty tale
Posted by episode81 on March 30, 2011
Recently I took a business trip to Hong Kong. Although I had almost no time to look around or shop, I did manage to get a jacket made in blue Thai silk (with an orange lining of course!), some fab ebony and silver chopsticks and dinner at The China Club (Thanks Chip!).
I was there right after the quake/tsunami/radiation crisis. The news from Japan dominated the TV, newspaper and water cooler talk. Everyday was worse than the last. I confess that I stopped watching the news and never opened the free newspaper delivered to my room every morning.
Around the middle of the week, a rumor swept Hong Kong that the radiation leak in Japan would make the world’s salt supply permanently radioactive and that salt could offer some protection against radiation. This caused long lines at all the stores and an exponential price increase. People were even buying soy sauce so that they could get the salt from it. Crazy.
Anywho, I digress …
I flew to Hong Kong on Cathay Pacific. Not my first choice of airlines – that would be Virgin – but not too shabby. I have flown that route before on Cathay, so I knew that it would be comfortable for my bad back.
When the meal arrived, I recognized the salt and pepper shakers. They look like pebbles and on my last flight to Hong Kong, they inexplicably ended up in my hand luggage … on the way there AND on the way back. Ahem.
Spookily, almost the same thing happened on this trip – I ended up with another couple of pairs. But there was no salt in the shaker on the way home.