I have to apologize for going MIA on you once again. Like most expat families in Hong Kong, we headed back to the homeland for four weeks. I made plans for our apartment, our dog and our mail, but didn't give you folks any kind of heads up. Sometimes I forget that it's not just me, my best friend and a random Bangladeshi reading this blog.
Being home was delicious. There's nothing like it. While I maintain that New York City is still the greatest place on earth, I must also be honest. This is what greeted me in SoHo:
This picture doesn't do justice to how ample the bum buttcrack on the corner of Houston and Broadway really was. While snapping this picture, I took a moment to think about the people who are begging on the streets of Hong Kong. Night and day, my friends. Night and day.
I also spotted the NYC version of helpers in Union Square one day:
I hate to diss my own helpers (and Lyn if you're reading this, obviously I'm not talking about you, so please don't spit in my OJ!), but their NYC counterparts are killing them in the style department. This last shot could've been pulled out of Vogue.
Anyway, I'm back to observing, ranting and musing on life here in Hong Kong and promise not to pull the shady Irish getaway on you again.