The first thing that struck me when I exited the plane was how much Cantonese I still understood. The conversations around me weren’t as foreign as I had imagined and I found myself naturally responding in Chinese. And that’s kind of how the rest of my trip to Hong Kong went, a slow naturalization process where I soon felt as comfortable wandering there as I did at home. My family still drove me nuts.
10,000 Buddhas Trail – Sha Tin