So one day I was really hungry around lunch time while hanging out in dads office. His colleagues sometimes order a packed lunch, so I agreed to get one expecting a sandwich. When it arrived, it looked uncannily similar to the packed food I scoffed down on the train when I was in Shanghai 2 years ago. That was, of course, the meal I had a few hours before I became unbelievably sick. It was definitely one of the hardest experiences of my life, lugging a 20kg suitcase around Hong Kong on my way to the airport on no sleep as I was up all night extricating every bit of fluid from my body. Thus, I kindly refused this meal, which I'm sure was a decent feed.
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