Spent the day trekking up to see the Big Buddha on Lantau island. It’s meant to symbolize ‘the harmony between man and nature’ but you basically have to walk through TWO MALLS SCREAMING WITH LATTES AND HIKING VESTS AND TINY LEGGINGS AND BUDDHA MAGNETS AND FUN SKIRTS AND FESTIVE HANDBAGS to get to him. But once you reach him, he is, in fact, arresting in the calmest of ways. The monks chanting nearby remind you of baptist hymns and bring tears that have nothing to do with allergies. You follow the sound and watch the holy men, though you’re maybe not supposed to. You spot one scratching his head. And then he spots you. You step back behind the door and question everything.