THIS time last year, I was making my way through Hong Kong Airport after spending time in Macau and Cambodia.
It was an amazing trip – Macau is the Asian equivalent of Las Vegas with its own Paris, pyramids and a myriad of casinos.
Lots of shopping, lots of people and that pulsating Asian vibe. From there, it was on to Song Saa, an idyllic island committed to providing employment for the local community and conserving Cambodia’s landscape.
It was a strange journey home. Hong Kong had just closed its borders with China. Travellers from the west coast of America were suddenly stranded. There was lots of screaming and little understanding of the situation. Face masks are commonplace in Asia and I remember…