It seems like so long ago that I was in Hong Kong and Macau. Over four months and five countries ago, to be exact; when I look at these photos and read what I wrote in my journal, it seems like a different trip, a different life.
It’s strange, though, that it always works that way when you travel, that time flies so quickly and yet one month or even one week can feel like ages ago. People you travel with for only a few days feel like best friends. Men you meet for a rendezvous or two feel like true love. Cramped hotels and air-conditioned buses and crowded airports and smelly train stations and beach-side bungalows and slow boats down the Mekong, they feel like home.