There it is. The paper mache facade of Hong Kong. Those words seem appropriate. Most of the buildings are old, their exteriors looking like soggy cardboard. Grey, faded pastel, all with a thin screen of haze.
But I don't find it fitting to describe them as dirty.
As the bus, en route to our hotel, ascends from the raised expressway onto the city streets, I feel exposed all of the sudden. We're in the middle of it all. A place where comfort meets bewilderment.
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