twenty-nine

Someone once told me that there are billions of moments in life that are noted by the brain, but only a select handful of them are recorded and stored. And the lucky selection of those memories are apparently the ones that strike a deep resonance within the person.

Of the four months that I have spent in Hong Kong, I remember most clearly the first night here - spent on my window seat overlooking the harbor. A lot of my questions have been answered since that very first night, some with definite conclusions and others with even more questions.

to be continued.

twenty-eight

For this number, I really wanted to write 'and thus concludes Hong Kong.'

But that would be a lie.

After looking at recent photo albums today, a wave of nostalgia hit me. Home is yelling at me; my love for family and friends is getting a bit much again. But I think that there will be an extension of my adventures in Asia for just a tad bit longer.





I came back from mainland China twelve hours ago. And now I'll be flying off to Japan in approximately seven hours.