Lights blazed from the horizon. Pulsating. Alive. Vibrant. It washed the waters of the channel below in neon and pierced the low soft clouds hovering just above the tallest skyscrapers. I was standing on the top deck of a cruise ship as it slowly pushed its massive hull across the waters of Hong Kong’s Victoria Harbor. I took a sip of a Blue Girl beer straight from its bottle and stared at the shimmering skyline.
