I'm in Hong Kong this week attending a conference. The last time I was here was in November, when I came down for my knee surgery, and just as happened that time, 2 days before coming I came down with a very nasty cold/cough/sore throat. Even though I love Hong Kong my body seems to have an aversion to even making plans to come here.
By the time my plane landed yesterday I had completely lost my voice, which is a fairly big deal since I am a scheduled speaker this evening. After crashing in my hotel room for a few hours, in the evening I hit the streets looking for drugs…er…um…medicine. The hotel is in a very Chinese (non-touristy) neighborhood, so there was a pharmacy on every corner.
Not entirely sure what the pharmacy regulations are in Hong Kong, I walked into one place and asked if they sold antibiotics. "No Problem! Which one do you want?"
"Do you have Zithromax?" I asked him.
"No problem." And off he want to the back of the shop.
I paid him my ten bucks, and off I went.
I love Asia.