The Walled City, which was completely razed shortly after this photo was taken.
Completely broke, sick with pneumonia, and still suffering unusual shock-like symptoms, numbness and panic attacks, I made my way to Hong Kong to take stock of my situation and recuperate. In the hospital in HK, I got plenty of conflicting advice - either nothing to worry about or something to do with possible heart valve and/or brain chemistry damage. In addition I had pinched nerves and muscle spasms all up and down my spine from carrying my heavy bag for over a year. I realized that I had to return to the States for treatment. I still suffer the effects to this day. It was the ignoble end of a expansive year-long journey. But it was the trip of a lifetime, and the people I met along the way made it all worth it.