So last night we flew HKG to LAX. Didn't sleep before the flight, didn't sleep during it, and have yet to sleep since arriving 12 hours ago. Such is the life of jet lag for me. Cathay Pacific has such a good reputation, but I found Business Class a tight spot. OK,, I quickly agree, better than coach!
We arrived to my main bag having likely been taken by someone with a similar bag, but he hasn't fessed up yet. Went to the Customs desk with hubby. The agent about spit at us: "State the nature of your relationship." I said we were two married gay guys. He didn't like that and with no suspicion at all that we had any agricultural goods, sent us down there. They are the most thorough search, so he was trying to hassle us, but the ag people were nicer and sent us on our way. We might have to get used to cocky people like this agent as Trump sets the tone, now discussing undoing Obama's executive orders protecting gays.
But all I really wanted to say is this. If you want good infrastructure, go to Hong Kong. If you want fun, sex, and cute guys everywhere, go to Thailand. There's no comparison! We were tempted to head back from HK, but we're just not rich.
And thanks for the advice so many of you were kind enough to give us.