In Hong Kong. Jet-lagged. But had a great time late last night: checked in to hotel, quick video interview with NHK, strolled around Tsim Sha Tsui, and ate a fab bowl of soup noodles. Then grabbed a copy of TimeOut Hong Kong magazine from a street vendor and found the piece they did on me (forgive the poor quality of the photo, a blackberry was all we had). I was so ecstatic about seeing my mug in the mag that I pointed it out to the vendor. He didn't get it, not even after I kept pointing at myself. But he did give me his toothless smile, strangely charming.