8 March 2014
The Kowloon side
Last night was the island, tonight was Kowloon.
I have done all this before, so not too many photos, roads full of people and neon. Restaurants with huge lines of people everywhere that I have no hope of eating at.
One highlight, I saw some middle aged Indian or Pakistani or similarly ridiculously moustached men giggling like stupid children trying to push each other in front of a Lingerie poster in a store window and take a photo to embarass each other.
Then one of them tripped and fell on the road into the path of an oncoming truck, which just stopped in time. The guy leapt up and waved his finger furiously at his 'friends' and then turned and walked off on his own only to remember someone else had his bag and he then had to come back and snatch it. So that was pretty funny.
I then became very concious that I may be the only person in all of Hong Kong out and about wearing shorts. Despite seeing over 9 million people this evening, I was indeed the only one in shorts (not counting girls in shorts over black stockings). So there you go, I am still setting trends all over the world.
A couple of the shop cats mentioned in the previous update. Most of the time they sit in the shops on counters and lay in wait for grandmas to come and show them attention all day. Note how they are fat, relaxed, and not afraid of humans or dogs.
A view from Tsim Shah Tsui. I climbed up on top of a hotel and out an emergency exit to take this photo. A chef was out there smoking and drinking from a hip flask, so I knew he wasnt going to say shit about me being some place I shouldnt be.
You sure do get a lot of dinner for $5. I wanted Pepper Lunch beef and rice on a hot plate but the line was immense.
Random neon
The Mong Kok electronics street that gets closed off every night and fills up with people, buskers, and children paid about $1 to hold cardboard signs all night.
The buskers take it very seriously despite being terrible. This guy has a decent mic with pop filter, some sort of guitar that cost more than $10 and an assistant on a mixing console. He has no one watching him besides me, a security guard whos head you can see, and a little old lady in a wheelchair who is either dead or asleep thats been placed here to watch.
Next up in the busking wars, is the blind man on bongos who plays them like a cheap robot. I wonder if you are blind how you know how a robot moves? I suspect hes not really blind.
Finally, if you want to draw an actual crowd to your act, dont be a middle aged guy singing and strumming, dont be a fake blind man on bongos, be 3 x 12 year old girls miming a pop song in some kind of ridiculous outfit. This will ensure you get a huge crowd.
Final picture for the night is the vertigo inducing Langham Centre. Its a giant atrium about 20 floors to the bottom with clouds projected on the ceiling. The stair case I am standing on goes out to a landing suspended in mid air.
Whilst I was apprehensive, another guy basically got down on his hands and knees and crawled out to have a look.