'Hi, it's Maggie'
There was nothing for it, but to return to the hotel. Time was against me, so I jumped in the first available taxi. I couldn't begin to describe the smell inside a Hong Kong taxi, but I will never forget it.
I got back to the hotel at 2.30pm, just enough time to pack my things, before meeting Henry.
My heart missed a beat when I realised I had a message; but it proved to be a reminder from Henry to meet him in reception at 3pm. Shit! It was so disappointing.
By 2.55pm I had freshened up and packed. The phone rang; thinking it must be Henry, I almost didn't take it.
'Hello' I said
'Hi' came the reply 'it's Maggie'