This post is a continuation of the saga of my lost passport from last week. Before the consulate could process my application for a new one, I was required to fill out a police report. Taking a thirty-minute bus ride and a twenty-minute walk, I arrived at the Tung Chung Police Station.
When I finished that, I strolled around Tung Chung. This post is not technically about doors (sorry) but the colorful and interesting sights and sounds of the wet market just beyond the door pictured here.
Okay, back on the bus.
Next week, I’ll have some proper doors. Unless super typhoon Mangkhut blows them off their hinges.
** This post is inspired by Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm Frampton. For more interesting doors from all around the globe, check it out.