To The East

Last week I flew fifteen hours to the Orient to deliver a very expensive handbag to a Hong Kong billionaire.

After checking into my reserved Kowloon hotel room a little before dawn I searched Moby Road for an open restaurant. Everything was closed, except for a 7/11. I bought a big can of beer and two rice cakes. The sun rose in the east. The air was sultry, sweat dripped from my face, and I sat by the waters of the Fragrant Harbor for the first in my life.

Old imperial Hong Kong had been the jewel of the British Empire.

Now THE WORLD OF SUZIE WONG was buried under concrete.

To the east lay China.

I cracked open my beer and ate the rice cake in two bites.

It was good to be back in Asia.

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