HK Special

Okay, so here I am with the music of the uber cool Robert Palmer invading my eardrums here at the airport. I am in transit to Hong Kong, a country whose culture I find myself to be particularly fond of and one which I have found myself visiting at the tail ends of 3 different decades (1989, 1999,2010). The visitation pattern suggests a relationship akin to that one would have with one that "got away". You need to forget to function as a productive member of society- but for whatever reason, you just can't. 

I am 30 years old now, and I have seen and been through a lot. It's funny how this entire Hong Kong love affair all began with me getting lost in Toys R' Us Kowloon 24 years ago. I was afraid, but I was also in awe at the brave new world I had discovered beyond the ocean. What 6 year old would make like a sponge and just soak it all in? 

In a couple of hours, I'll be back, and while I probably will not get lost at Toys R' Us, I will allow myself to get lost in the uniqueness and color that define Hong Kong.

MC