Ram Up

From the monotony of the South China Sea and the grey foggy grey Port of Hong Kong …all the way to a riotous everything – Feb 16

Agent Ainand made sure I had a stamp (passport) an Octopus Card (transit) a SIM card (phone) HK dollars (food ‘n’ things) and… an actual place to stay.

Leaving my baggage at the Mariner’s Club in Kowloon, I set out – surrendering to a sea of people, sights,  sounds, smells, and stuffing myself with street-food.

Year of the Ram promises to be for carving out new, honest, and colourful patterns of relating.

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