Yes, as I get a small but rewarding dose of today. I sleep in late and further dawdle by finding and feasting at one of my new favorite restaurants: East End Brewery. It’s got free peanuts, you can throw the shells on the floor, the food’s edible, and, most importantly, they brew their own beer. I hike maybe 3, 4 miles; this is a hundredth at most of what Hong Kong has to offer. Over 30% is preserves, and this includes the ~100-kilometer-plus Wilson Trail. The actual trails are very domesticated, paved with garbage cans frequently and plenty of other hikers, but it’s a welcome respite in a huge city that’s a lot more satisfying than a jaunt through New York City’s Central Park.
And that’s about it for a relaxing day, other than a long-overdue haircut. Across a bit of a language gap, it got the job done: my hair’s no longer hanging in my eyes. After a dinner in the neighborhood called Stanley, I’m far from expert at navigating Hong Kong’s twists and turns but getting comfortable enough that I could definitely see someday calling Hong Kong’s chaos home.