I had the pleasure of Pat’s company this morning as we went for some Dim Sum. The meal was sort of meant to see me off on my trip, as well as celebrate Pat’s new job, and adapt my system to the mostly oil fried food of Hong Kong. The streets of Chinatown were quiet and serene, a stark change from the constant sound of traffic I get from the Queensway outside my window. Sunday mornings should always be this beautiful and cold.