X-ing (crossing) town is always a demonstration all that makes up HK. Passing the banks crammed with people getting fresh banknotes to give as lai see (lucky money); getting onto the crowded trains advertising milk ("Drunk by China's astronauts!"); pushing one's way through the hordes in the markets at Mongkok. Hong Kong is not a good place for agrophobes and claustraphobes. The concerntration of people is difficult to cope with even if you don't suffer from either of those conditions. It is the constant nudging, hassling, prodding, manhandling. I can't get used to it and I don't think I ever will.

That said, I got my watches back.