Without a doubt, the worst part about life in Hong Kong is the POLLUTION. It is incredibly depressing when you don’t see a blue sky for days and days at a time, knowing that it’s not because of clouds, but because of industrial and local pollution. Today the sky cleared but I had been counting — it had been ten straight days of stink, nasty, disgusting pollution. And you have no choice but to breathe it in, day after day. It’s not ‘over there’, it’s all around you. It’s where you work. It’s where you live. It’s blowing on your face when you’re on the tram going to work. There is no escape!
God dammit. This is what I hate about Hong Kong. I just might have to move.