Yep, you heard right.
All the bags I want.
Hong Kong bags too.
Hey, if I'm going to carry a bag, it's gonna have silly animals and dancing ice cream on it, dammit.
I loved Hong Kong.
I loved the people.
I loved that I could wear lime green pompoms down to 7am breakfast and not feel in the least bit conspicuous.
I loved that their clothing stores only have one size. My size!
I loved that people gut fish in the streets, yet there's not a speck of plastic litter to be seen.
I loved being the minority.
I even loved the sound their pedestrian crossing signs made.
I'm going back.
And I'm getting more bags.
1 comment:
I had an uncle called "Bags." I think he's one that would look weird dangling 'neath your armpit.
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