Two weeks ago, after an hour on
BART, two hours at SFO, and fourteen sleepless hours on
Cathay Pacific, I arrived in Hong Kong. I say that it was my first international trip, but that isn't strictly true; I visited Canada twice (at ages four and ten), and on cruises, made daylong excursions to
Mexico,
Belize, and Honduras. I figured these cruise
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