Parcly Taxel: As an alicorn I’m used to spreading out my wings and preening them from time to time in Canterlot. Hong Kong is the perfect opposite: every street and building is trodden by so many hooves that even levitating an apple (especially on the train) will raise more than a few eyebrows.
 
Yet this city was born of the two cultures my parents came from. My sire was a highlander and my dam came from China; together the worldviews they embodied shaped a wildly cosmopolitan landscape and the economic anchor of the Far East. Indeed, after materialising from windigo mode at the airport after a four-hour flight there was shelter all the way to my lodge in Kowloon.
 
Hong Kong is at once reaching for the skies and rather quaint in its architecture - the extreme scarcity of land was forcing vertical expansion even 80 years ago. However, I had no time to consider these necessities, as a dim sum supper was calling with all the buns and siew mai and dumplings for my mouth! Spindle couldn’t help but feed on my happiness as the last thing before a cozy sleep, where carriages and neon signs whizzed by without anypony driving them…