This is a bridge being built in some other country — a place that apparently still possesses the kind of can-do moxie we had in America until we discovered Cheetos, outsourcing and narcissism. Look at how fast everything happens, even the people frolicking on the silky black smooth roadway when it’s done.
Also, one from Scotland with more technical detail and a poppier soundtrack: kwd6f8vuyh(more…)
Landing at Kennedy Airport from Hong Kong was, as I’ve argued before, like going from the Jetsons to the Flintstones. The ugly, low-ceilinged arrival hall was cramped, and using a luggage cart cost $3. (Couldn’t we Americans at least supply foreign visitors with a free luggage cart, like other major airports in the world?) As I looked around at this dingy room, it reminded of somewhere I had been before. Then I remembered: It was the luggage hall in the old Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport. It closed in 1998.
So consider it proof that the majestic and vastly superior air travel facilities in Asia are not quite enough to keep everybody calmly inspired during their journey.
Who knows, in a miserable depressing warren of an airport like Kennedy, she might have just shrugged and glumly accepted her fate.