Hong Kong was a hoot. The mountains were shrouded in mist, so no tram up to the top, but I had a great time on "Hollywood Street"--the antique area. I was so thankful that everyone spoke English. Decided to stop in at a restaurant that was wholly occupied with locals, and ran into the first language problem. Nothing was is English, and the wait staff was confused as to what I was saying, and I had to fill out an order form. My neighbors had a great looking hot pot, so I just gestured for them to order the same thing for me. They left shortly, and another couple sat down. As I was finishing the delicious soup, the girl leaned over to me and said, "Why are you eating here?" I told her it was
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