From Siberia to Hong Kong

Wednesday evening, down-town Hong Kong. We have left the land of simplicity and have landed in the lap of luxury. The contrast is overwhelming, and to be honest, somewhat nauseating (no offense to the residents here; my city isn’t much better).

Dazzling lights, chauffeurs and limousines, high class hotels, high-end fashion, gold rings and watches – for miles on end.

Hawkers eye me and stalk me; locals stare at me. What are they thinking? What do they want from me?

I want to escape. But there’s no where to run; no where to hide.

Lord, I know your people must work in places like this. But I just don’t think they’re for me.

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