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well if you enjoy constant cigarette inhalation and sharing a room with eleven people, i have got the place for you. a little city called hong kong. this place is wild, big city bright lights. i feel ridiculously tall and tired.

day started off in the bwi interrogation lounge. nothing like four agents inquiring about your lack of onward travel proof and warning you about probable deportation upon arrival in hong kong.... please. i slid into this country like a vasoline covered watermelon. from there a beautiful 22 hour day of flying.

by the way, there are non smoking signs all over this internet cafe and there are a minimum of nine lit at all times. the only other fellow american in the cafe is threatening to call the police. everyone is making fun of him in there crazy language. i put on a fake british accent.