When I lived in L.A. for a summer getting places was always 45 minutes. No matter what direction or where in the city you started, you learned to assume it would take at least that long. This is our sixth week in Hong Kong, so it is starting to be long enough that some patterns of this place are beginning to reveal themselves. Getting around as a newbie, and Cantonese-less one at that, means I have started to try to leave with at least an extra half hour of padding …