The many faces of HK. So strange to suddenly see foreigners/ western people. Though I had American tourists with me, everyone else were Chinese in China. There wasn’t much diversity. I have come to realize that I can’t live in a place without a lot of different kinds of people. Nor can I live in a place without arts or culture or antiquity of some kind. And breakfast need to be not just congee. Nor sugar dripping pastries either. If I can have a poached egg with a dash of spice and a cappuccino for breakfast, and bento with tea for lunch, and wild mushroom risotto with a glass of wine for dinner- wait, only in the Bay Area?
My flight is d-e-l-a-y-e-d, after such a long day of traveling where everything went wrong, it is truly horrific now!
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