I really need to travel more if I'm so perplexed by a hotel room window.
Okay, in the interest of comedy here's what happened: I woke up after sleeping the sleep of the dead -- a row to myself or not, flying for 16 hours from NYC is a rough ride -- and opened my eyes on my first morning in Hong Kong to see the skyline.
Yes, I briefly thought I was hallucinating.
Turns out there is a window in this room. It's covered by two panels, one see-through and one solid that looks just like the wallpaper. I now see the cords for them but I have no idea how the one went up by itself overnight. Maybe it was light-senstive.
The door was double-bolted and I was alone so it seemed like magic to me.
Like I said, I really need to travel more.
(Yes, I'm watching "The King of Queens" while I get dressed for a late breakfast/lunch...)