Today marks the one year anniversary of my arrival in Hong Kong from Beijing. I was back in Beijing last week, visiting old friends & attending graduation of some of their kids. It was bittersweet to be back. As I've said before, the worse part of this lifestyle is leaving behind good friends.
Much was the same, and yet different. The pollution was still there, although I was lucky enough to have a couple of blue sky days. The traffic was the same (i.e. horrendous). The village which used to sit next to the boys' school is gone - demolished to make way for even more residential complexes, to be sold at probably exorbitant prices.
I was glad that my spoken Mandarin did not deteriorate too much, and I was still able to communicate with the locals competently.
One thing which I definitely miss are the reasonably priced TCM massages. Needless to say, I made sure that I got my fill while there!