First day in Hong Kong, and I’m not sure what all the fuss is about. The flight is exhausting, and the humidity is an overwhelming blanket of moisture, though my hair does look full and fabulous. We fling an oversize duffel into the trunk of an urban-destination cab at taxi stand #5. There are literally 20 and if they didn’t speak English we’d probably end up in a fishing village.
So far, the only difference between Hong Kong and the mainland is that the English writing on the t-shirts actually makes sense.
The city starts to come into view about 20 minutes in. Skyscrapers loom, streets start to narrow, pedestrians stroll and scramble across crowded crosswalks, and the city starts to live up to its hype.
The experience is immersive. Where LA is too casual to care, Hong Kong surrounds you with beauty and quality fashion. The people are beautiful, and the diversity is unreal. You can see at least six cultures represented at any given time, and individuals boast unique fashion, and each person's sense of style just stirs things up in this cosmopolitan capsule of a city. I am already in love.
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