There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes with living in Hong Kong. It is not just the long hours or the humidity – it is the relentless hum of the city, the way your shoulders creep toward your ears without you noticing, the vague sense that your qi (if you believe in that sort of thing) is a little topsy turvy. I arrived at the Four Seasons Hong Kong spa feeling a little under the weather. Not unwell enough to cancel, but decidedly off. Stuffy. Foggy. The kind of