I must say I am a sucker for a bright red junk sailing in HK Harbor. On my business trips there I always looked forward to seeing junks afloat in the harbor, like a magical Oriental painting come to life. Oh yes I know the "orient" or "oriental" isn't so kosher to say any more. I don't care. I like the word and I consider myself a prime example of one. This Hong Kong postcrosser writes about her very boring Arabic class. This too, sounds exotic, although the magic is broken when she continues on that asking in Arabic for someone's cell phone number "quite useful."
