Yesterday, I'm sitting in a street cafe in an unnamed part of Hong Kong, waiting for Keith and watching the passing scene when I start to wonder "Why is everything all so sane? Where are those Magical Molly Moments? What happened to those Hong Kong moments of absolute enchantment that used to happen everywhere around me all the time?"
Just as I was thinking this, two police cars and a police van pulled up beside me, and eight policemen jumped out and raced into the building next to me. It had to be something important and serious, yes?
Ten minutes later they all run out again, each one carrying a cheesecake on a plate. They leap back into the cars and van and drive off fast.
Hong Kong, how much do I LOVE you!
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