Spent the bus ride into work chatting with my nameless friend. I'm working up the courage to ask him for his business card to cut through this mess as it's clear he doesn't know my name either. He had a good time at the Malaysian Grand Prix though.

Hong Kong is a city of contradictions. Whenever you come across a door of an office building you will see people engage in all sorts of contortions to avoid touching the handle in a quaint avoidance of microbes. Despite their computers containing plenty. Despite the spitting in the street. The pollution we all breathe. It doesn't matter as we're all a day closer to dying today anyway.

That's what Hong Kong's dreary fog can do to you.