I miss the cold. Yes, you heard me, I actually miss the frigid cold of the Beijing winter (not the filthy coal-laden air, though). There's something comforting about snuggling under layers of downy warm winter clothing & comforters.
To call Winter Winter here in Hong Kong is a bit of a joke. It feels more like Spring here, with temperatures in the teens, and yesterday, up to 23 C!
Yet, I see many Hong Kong-ers bundled up in hats & scarfs & gloves & down coats & boots as if they were ready to traipse through the wilds of wintry Siberia. It's crazy.