In over my head 
The reason why I stopped blogging for the rest of the trip was really because I fell spectacularly ill. I had walked in the rain for the carnival on Sunday and the weather turned very cold on Monday and I started coughing and never got better for the rest of the trip.
I was coughing so badly I puked on the MTR train on my way back from Tsim Sha Tsui and lost my voice.
Needless to say, this Hong Kong trip was completely different from the last one. I got around on my own and experienced what life there is truly like- it's not all pretty.
And this was how I ended my Hong Kong trip-
I cried all the way in the cab from Edna's apartment in Northpoint to Central, and then in the express train to the airport. When I got on the plane, I threw my jacket over my face and sobbed for an hour.
Yes, something happened but we will work things out and I want to get well soon.
Labels: health, hong kong, love, memories, travel

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