After a 15 hour flight, ominously long lines, a shit load of gross food, and a crazy Asian taxi ride, Cecelia and I are in our Hostel in Hong Kong. We're in Chung King mansion in Tsim Sha Tsui, which, for those who haven't been to HK, is a fairly seedy area. When I came here in '08 trying to book a hostel, I got offered hashish 3 times before I left the building, and was propositioned by prostitutes in front of a hostel door. Needless to say, this isn't Wisconsin.
Cecelia wants to get some sleep, but I'm excited to be back and want to go check out the light show and get a beer. We'll have to see who wins out.