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I wonder as I wander Hong Kong’s streets

I enjoy the anonymity of being a stranger in a different place.  There is a satisfaction in being able to wander aimlessly in streets unknown. Being in the streets brings me close enough to see and touch the details and also close enough too to smell the scents ranging from the pleasant to the putrid.

There is no global language. In the absence of a common tongue gestures suffice. In a little noodle shop across the hotel I point at a display of noodles and beef brisket and that was what I was served. Pictures speak a thousand words. Pictures of food in a menu speak a thousand more.

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