I'm in Bangalore. I love it. I am also insanely tired and have to crash before I pass out where I sit. I'll write all about it as soon as I can with pictures.
I'm in the fucking Hong Kong airport. It is 6 in the morning. I feel like I own the place because there are so few people around. It is pouring down rain outside. I'm in Hong Kong. So how come I feel like I haven't gone anywhere?