Makayla was glad Brian was the one doing the driving. Not only was her head still trying to get around the fact that the cars drove on the opposite side of the street like the British, but the traffic and number of signs made her head spin. Helen was giving Brian directions whenever they came to a gridlock on where to turn. It also helped having two people know where they were going and the different streets that would get them there.
She had learned over the last couple of days that Hong Kong had wide streets that were very, very busy and narrow streets that were – well, very, very busy. The narrow streets were made even more claustrophobic by the tall high rises that loomed up over them and the congestion of pedestrians as well as the motorized traffic.
A wave of longing swept through
