Inching forward, I hoist my bag further onto my shoulder and shuffle through the long Vietnam airlines queue. The skylights above let in the grey mid-day light and I wonder if it’s smog or low cloud shrouding the Hong Kong International airport.

When I finally make it to the front of the line, thin fingers reach across the counter for my passport. He pushes his dark framed glasses up his nose and flips back and forth through the passport before saying something to the beautiful, doll-like attendant beside him.

“Miss, you have your letter, right?” He asks as he turns back to me. Continue reading →