Chance encounters
My chance encounters with people on the way here have all been very happy and helpful ones. Bank employees in Hong Kong were polite, if not always helpful, but random strangers went out of their way to assist the poor (ahem, older) American.
While waiting in the Hong Kong MTR station (on the wrong side, I might add), a woman about my age or somewhat younger launched into an elaborate exposition about maintaining one’s health, referring frequently to some expert whose name I never quite got. Her English was spotty, but the gist of her monologue was that one should stand up straight (my shoulder bag had me hunched over, I guess) and breathe fully through the nose and out through the mouth. She also advised eating correctly and drinking a lot of water.
Why she started into this discussion I can only guess (I was out of breath climbing stairs maybe), but I was standing on the platform intently studying my map of Hong Kong, trying to decide if I was on the northbound platform or the southbound. After letting her expound for a while, I asked if I were on the right platform. She said no, and then led me over to the other side of the station and into the train, all the while offering advice on eating, drinking and breathing. Mercifully, she did not follow me when I got off at my stop, but returned to the northbound side to go her way.


