unshaven and unrepentant, I passed through Immigration and Customs, pausing just long enough to change some currency and grab a Sim card before hurtling my way to Chungking Mansions, and force my way to my hostel.
I laid down with the plan to snooze for a few minutes, then promptly slept the rest of the afternoon. I walked around TST, savoring t
he hustle and bustle , the sights and the smells, both good and bad, all comforting after my COVID hiatus.
I engaged in some people watching on some steps overlooking the MOA and the Hong Kong Space Museum.
Then, mildly unimpressed with myself, I spent an hour in a complex dedicated to conspicious consumption.
Where I barely managed to depart from no more broke than I was before.
I slept away most of the next morning, then wen’t across the road to a travel agency where i paid a significant sum to arrange my Chinese Visa, the next planned part of my trip. On my way through Central I discovered there was an Anime conventon about to start, walkways filled with cosplayers, most depicting characters I lacked the apppropriate nerdiness to understand.
It was an incredible sight to behold but didn’t help me get anywhere.
Eventually I made my way to Tim Ho Wans, which while having all the ambiance of a Mcdonalds, has food simply to die for.
Also, while moving through the streets with all the grace of a kangaroo with two broken legs I saw large groups of South East Asians having picnics under walkways, staircases, anywhere in the shade.
Much of the immigrant labor only have Sundays off and can not afford to eat out, but make do by sharing home cooked meals with family and friends. I wish I had something to contribute, but alas, i could only wish them a happy meal. It was a comforting sight after so much of Central being so generic it could be anywhere in the world.
In the afternoon, I walked through parts of Kowloon City Park, complete with ancient trees, sculptures, birds and a cat.
I noticed that trees that have been documented for attention have been given an “Old and Valuable Tree Number,” the conservationalist in me approves.
Adrian's Got The Moose 