The time I spent in Hong Kong was grey, the vibrant city dulled by fog and muted views. I fell asleep on the ferry on the way to Tai O a fishing village off the main island. I slipped into a slight unconscious curled up on the bench holding my camera tightly. Empty coffee cups rolled on the floor below me, and the wind whipped through the windows above. It was cold and damp, and I longed for my own bed for the first time in months.
A few frames from that cold day trip: