Wednesday night, April 30, 2008Kowloon
From the modern wonders of the Ngong Ping 360 on our return to the base of the mountain, we jumped on the MTR and headed for old Kowloon, in search of the Temple Street Night Market. The moment we surfaced from the subway tunnels, I knew we were seeing the real deal—not an American in sight. Between the cacophony of street life, busses spewing fumes, and the chatter of languages foreign to my ears, this felt like a jump back in time. Pretty cool.
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