slept on a bench the first night, feeling vulnerable and alone. really like some homeless person,except with 1000 usd in my pocket. woke up once in a while just to make sure my belongings were still there. woke up again every few other minutes cuz it got cold. walked around alone in places i had nary a clue where i was. had maps but just refused to use them, relying instead on my powerful (awful) memory instead. cold, and in a foreign land. my only proper canto was 'fuck your mother' back in macau with the dragonboaters. found the hotel. god. hongkong roads are scary. horns blaring every few seconds. you got no clue who sounded it or where danger was.