This is it, the last post, that glorious time of transience and utter self-reliance and detached discovery is over, or perhaps postponed. In other words, its time to rejoin my life and take on some actual responsibility again.
Despite the mixed feelings, Hong Kong was a great way to end the trip. The Hong Kong Sevens rugby world series was in town when I arrived, and while I’m not a big rugby fan, it made for a great atmosphere. Foreigners had arrived from all over the world to party and cheer for their team, making the city feel even more international that it already does. And of all the places in the world, Hong Kong feels more connected to its international identity than to any local region. It’s and extremely bilingual city, with Cantonese and English being spoken by most of the locals and often mixed together in a way that kind of reminds me of how Acadians use french.
Red taxis are a Hong Kong institution and, unlike a lot of other places I could mention, actually pretty cheap. The payoff is a near universal surliness and from drivers who make it know that they are performing a huge favor for electing to drive you anywhere, and will actually happily turn people away during peak hours if they don’t like where you are going, or don’t like you.