From not being able to travel all her life, to hopping on a plane jetting towards a different continent, with about 40 hours worth of travel in between… this is the story of how Joyce, in all her then-unfulfilled dreams of long-haul flights to beautiful cities, survived and came through stronger (and with lots of photos in tact that she's about to show you now!).
Read MoreWe walked the streets like blood lining veins, creeping in slowly, surely, breathing life into the corners of its pavements, walls, lights, its people.
It would not have been the same Hong Kong, without you, mon amour.
Read MoreAfter 21 years, I, Joyce Pring, of legal age, (relatively) sound mind, functioning body, and a slightly calloused heart, finally got a hold of my passport - and as fate would have it, flew quickly on a solo trip out of the country.
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