My secret ritual in Hong Kong.
Each time I land at the Hong Kong airport, I quietly tell myself, “finally I am back home”.
I have continued this ritual for 25 years. Tonight, as I look out from my Mid-Levels home at the usually busy streets in Admiralty and Central, my heart sinks.
Each time I land at the Hong Kong airport, I quietly tell myself, “finally I am back home”.
I have continued this ritual for 25 years. Tonight, as I look out from my Mid-Levels home at the usually busy streets in Admiralty and Central, my heart sinks.