Author Archives: Haley Bosse'

Knowing that this is my last blog post, it’s very hard to begin. It seems impossible to try to characterize my experience of our course in one short post. To explain what studying in Hong Kong for a month was … Continue reading →

In the name of studying, Keileh, Adriana, and I wandered around Tuen Mun searching for coffee and WiFi. At our first stop we found neither but a nice man who smiled and shook his head at us, obviously amused by … Continue reading →

Without phone service, maneuvering through a city takes a good amount of work. It takes consulting maps, asking for directions, backtracking, counting blocks, looking for landmarks, and waiting for long periods of time for your friends to arrive at the … Continue reading →

Google says that in the New Territories there is one non-chain coffee shop with WiFi in which you can sit and do work. It’s called Accro coffee. The WiFi password is ac041210. I know this from memory; I have probably … Continue reading →

Yesterday we crossed the border into mainland China. The last time we made the trip, we spent our time in Shenzhen in a mall. This time, we took a bus to a couple of different locations. We spent time at … Continue reading →

Today, Keileh, Adriana, and I traversed across the city to Yuen Long to do some good old fashioned coffee shop studying. We bought coffee then camped out upstairs for a few hours, all sucked into our own research. Occasionally someone … Continue reading →

Today we travelled from Lingnan to the Eastern tip of Hong Kong, Sai Kung’s East Country Park, and then to the eastern-most tip of the park, Tai Long Wan or Big Wave Bay. All in all, we took two minibuses, … Continue reading →

As the MTR doors slide open to reveal the Kowloon station, I breathe a sigh of relief that, rather than head into the challenge and necessary adaptation of an unknown space, we are making our way slowly, or, from a … Continue reading →

A street corner on a sunny day in Hong Kong is quite the place to people watch. It’s a place to be bumped and jostled, to be sold a suit, to share a coconut with a friend. A street corner … Continue reading →

I’m used to watching people, to paying attention. I watch people as they walk through spaces, I eavesdrop, I try to write their stories in my mind. I watch people’s mouths as they speak to me. I watch their eyes … Continue reading →