Sweatin'Stlye in Hong Kong My first time to Asia, and boy I chose the wrong time of year. Fifteen hours by plane with a hussle cross Joberg airport left my heart behind in Cape Town along with my sobriety and journal. The sun rose somewhere over the Indian Ocean and brought me to Hong Kong through clouds mirroring the islands below as they spotted my descent. Everything here is new, nothing is familiar. New faces, new languages, new culture and religion, new foliage, new buildings, new terrain. New heat. The hummidity is oppressive. I optomistically opted to walk from the MTR (tube) station to the building where I would meet my Hong Kong host, only a few blocks away, rather than pay the HK15$ taxi fee, I like to see the city when I first arrive...
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