The morning sunlight pushed thick humidity through my bedroom window, forcing me to appreciate the overcast weather that had dominated my stay in Hong Kong until today.

Hong Kong is a place where someone will return your wallet to you; I know because one of my tourist stops from the day before held onto one of my bags for me, enabling me to eventually call and reclaim it.

I began the day at Maxim’s Dim Sum, which occupies the third floor of the City Hall building (which would be called the second floor in Hong Kong – the ground floor is not the first floor to them). The food was exceptional and the carts in abundance ensuring that everyone eats for three.

Later in the day I took the MTR, which is what New Yorkers would call a subway (the subway out here refers to an underground walkway – no trains included). Complete with a destination pricing system, easy to use touch screen kiosks, a sparkly linoleum interior, air conditioning, well labeled exits, an abundance of signs and maps and glass doors that line the track and prevent anyone from falling in, the Hong Kong underground commute is the best that I have seen anywhere. Advertisements and vendors are in abundance, helping to pay for the quality of the facilities and providing easy access to goods and services. It would be great if New York stole a few notes from this tune.

After too much walking, I stopped in at a local smoke filled Irish pub, where I discovered that happy hour is Hong Kong is an all day event. Drinks are discounted from the late morning to nine to eleven PM depending on the venue. The pubs also differ in that they charge you if you eat any of the ‘complimentary’ nuts that they will set on your table without a request.

After a bite to eat and heading to the horse races, I called it a night.