2. The sheer number of people
who manage to live,
travel, maneuver in very tight spaces.
3. It's cliched, but: the juxaposition of old/new,
4. The egg tart. We had one every single day we were there. They are so succulent, so mouth-wateringly delicious that one can't help but just cram them into one's mouth. One day I just stood on a busy sidewalk and stuffed one in, trying not to lose even a single crumb; people flowed around me as I were an island in a river. Ah, egg tart, I dream of you . . .