This weekend there was a plan. It was a grand plan, one of new heights, new lows, conquests, and tragedy. Sadly, only the last bit came true. The plan was that Samantha and I would take the metro to Hong Kong, then take their metro, then 2 buses, then hike for 2 hours over cliffs overlooking the ocean, and finally land on a beach and camp. We would frolick in the waves, rest in the sand, eat bad, over-priced , un-pineappled, un-chickened Pineapple Chicken Fried Rice, and collapse. We'd fall asleep to the gentle sound of the ocean surf. Yes, I was planning to camp in a tent. Yes, me. We checked the weather, which as usual predicted a slight chance of rain. And as usual I didn't believe it. So what if it was overcast--every
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