Such a believer in reflexology after my weekend in Hong Kong.  Marita and I were dazedly walking around Lan Kwai Fong, looking for Happy Foot.  Finally, we got a pointer from a nice woman who was walking by.  Like Seoul, Hong Kong’s the kind of city where you look not just up and down the street but up and down buildings to find a specific business.

Anyway, it was more than well worth it.  We didn’t get poked with any sticks (as had happened to Marita in the past).  Instead, we floated out on feet that had been expertly prodded, pulled, and pounded into a new state of being.

The perfect end to a day that had consisted of loading up on dim sum and then tromping all around, and then down the Peak back into the city.