I spent so many afternoons in this room 20 years ago, I can still smell the musty fragrance of the building.
When you’re halfway across the world and 19 years old, it’s nice to have a place to go where you can feel at home.
I lived across the quad from the Office of International Studies Programmes (OISP), so I came here on a daily basis to check my mailbox (the only way of communicating with friends and family back in the US; I think I received a phone call once that whole year) and to hang out with other foreign students on my program.
OISP provided a great introduction to Hong Kong. I still remember their thorough orientation (day trips to Ping Chau and Aberdeen, a night tram tour of Hong Kong Island, and a necessary excursion to the Immigration Tower in Wanchai to apply for HK ID cards).
In this photo I’m passing through Hong Kong the summer I finished the program. My dad and I were on a two-day layover from Thailand, en route to Shanghai, and I was wearing one of three outfits I lugged around Asia that summer, along with my Lands End man bag.