7 March 2014
The island side
This evening I walked from one side of Hong Kong island (as opposed to Kowloon) to the other and did touristy stuff. That means this text will be quite boring.
My hotel is west of Central, which is where all the fat cat expats work and buy chanel and rolex's. At 6pm on a Friday night the streets were rolling in Bentleys and Rolls Royces, and guys with pointy shoes and white collared and cuffed shirts.
Most of these people live in enclaves on the far side of the island in more traditional looking houses that cost millions, far from the busy parts of Hong Kong, far from the subway, where the only real way to get there is by car which the riff raff cant afford.
A bit further along you go past Wan Chai with its nightclubs and then Causeway Bay which is a night time entertainment and shopping area, which had lots of new shops since I had last visited. The streets were full and closed off to traffic.
I did see an awesome breakdancer, what looked like a dog fight, except they were muzzled, an old lady who had a crowd captivated as she went into a trance and spoke in tongues, a bus group of mainlanders get heckled by locals and a fish leap out of a tank in a road side market and flop down a stormwater drain. I like to think he made it out to sea.
This is a building, I like it.
This is a wet market, where one might contract bird flu and or swine flu.
This is a junk market, where one might find themselves to have been pickpocketed.
These are double decker trams, which might occasionally tip over on downhill bends.
This is one of many busy shopping streets, where one might find Russians carrying massive amounts of brand name luxury goods.
I didnt take a photo of my dinner. Thats because it came from a road side stall, and was deep fried dough and delicious. I dont want to encourage consumption of such things so instead you get a photo of my fruit purchase, mmmmmm dragonfruit, its a superfood you know.