Went out last night for some night-market action. Hong Kong by night is a neon mess but the faded, decaying gargantuan signs have a real charm and romance about them. I almost suspect half the stores don’t even exist anymore but the signs stay on for sheer inertia. This guy seems to have a problem with the perfume stores.
Had a nice stroll along Hong Kong’s “Avenue of Stars”, with people from countless chopsocky b-movies from my childhood and some bona-fide international stars. The Avenue ends at a much-touristed statue of Bruce Lee, silently kicking ass against the Hong Kong skyline.
Naz, you’re not sounding picky at all-given your travelling repetoire and knowing where you’ve been, if a place isn’t acceptable by your standards, most others wouldn’t like it either. I’m glad to hear you arrived safe and sound. All afternoon on the 3rd I was thinking about you. Ll, Aaron and I are both on tenterhooks waiting for your next post. Living vicariously,
Petra