The heat and humidity and pollution and crowds of Hong Kong always throw me into a state of bleary exhaustion. When I have not been out in the streets following my dad around, I have been passed out in bed under the steady hum of an air conditioner. I have always said that this is a city I could not live in, and as much as I love certain things like the pungent aroma of stinky tofu and delicious chee cheong fun slathered in sweet and nutty sauces, I can also feel myself rapidly withering here.

Hong Kong is definitely not for me.

I did have an encounter with a friend of my dad's who does - what else can I call it? - fortune-telling. But that will have to wait until I am a bit less fuzzy in mind and spirit to recount.