Chicken and ducks

Before I jump into writing about my trip to Hong Kong, I just wanted to say a few words about the friends that I visited. I first met them when I was studying abroad in England before University. I was the only American at the school, and it was kind of tough. After quickly learning that I was a lightweight and shouldn't begin drinking at 6 pm like the rest of my classmates, I found Dave (left) and Vinny (center), the other two "oriental" kids in my class. Like a bunch of Rudolphs in reindeer camp, we quickly stood out and found each other through our bright asian glow. Anyway, instead of drinking, we spent a lot of our saturday nights choosing to stalk a local waitress in our town's only Chinese restaurant. I mean, she was hot, and probably saved us a lot of drunken embarrassment.

In the very large sense, my early friendship with Dave and Vinny taught me to embrace and find refuge in our Asian culture when all the white people were acting, uh well, very white. But that stuff is boring and not very interesting. In the end, Dave liked the movie Roadtrip and I liked Roadtrip so we watched that movie together a million times. Vinny lived in my dorm and when there was nothing to do, we rocked out to his "Now, that's what I call music!" cd collection.

My visit was great and I'll try to filter out as many pictures as possible so it doesn't feel like Aunt Patty and Selma's vacation slideshow.