Traveling to Southeast Asia felt like setting off into an alternate reality, some parallel universe it is difficult to believe exists at the same time our crazy American lives are going on.  The portal into that world is a time travel flight. We left at 1 am on a Friday, stepping away from our typical frenetic pace, relaxing awhile on Singapore Airlines, making a pit-stop in the between-worlds place called Hong Kong, before arriving in Singapore a full day ahead in time, now Sunday afternoon, and light years away from our normal reality.During that pit-stop between worlds we roamed the Hong Kong airport in a time travel haze, not knowing whether to eat breakfast or dinner and not having the right currency to buy it anyway. The funny thing about the alternate reality of travel is that you are almost guaranteed to bump into someone else you know or recognize completely out of context from where you know them (like when I saw John Cleese in Santa Barbara and again in New Orleans two months later. I think he was following me, but that's another story). While in this netherworld limbo, my husband looks over and says, "Hey, Super Bad!"  I expect to turn around and see someone who resembles one of the characters from the hilarious movie we'd seen just two days before, but of course, this is Travel Land, and when I look, there they are...Seth, Evan and Fogell, sticking out in the short, dark-haired crowd wearing matching asian jumpsuits and looking as time travel jet-lagged as we do.  Of course, in this bizarre place, when we shout, "McLovin!", they turn around and proceed to take pictures of us, and ask questions about our trip. "You're Americans?!" "You've seen our movie?!?" as if astonished that their homeland still exists, and relieved they haven't been permanently transported into anonymity.  We hung out for a few minutes swapping itineraries and stories, then moved on through the time travel hub to catch the connecting flights to our respective universes. A random start to an incredible trip!