Why I love Hong Kong

The old. The new. The paradox. The intoxication. The claustrophobicness. The coldness. The history. The advancements. The busyness. The melange. The East. The West.

It’s never the same. 4 trips, and still yet to capture it all.

It’s been 2 weeks, and I miss running, so so much.

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